A Pair of Dimes

The buxom blonde toyed with her long, wavy hair as the bottle spun round and round. Twirling a finger around the strands, her mind swirled with ideas for potential choices. A veteran of party games, Hannah knew how to take stock of a room and how to ratchet up the temperature. At this point, it was too early in the game to jump to any sexual activity out in the open. Participants would likely balk because of the size of the group, killing the mood. No, the best way to get this party down for fucking is for more people to lose their clothes. Even then, jumping straight to nudity won't work as I don't know everyone all that well.

As if to reinforce Hannah's concern, the bottle stopped at a guy she'd seen only in passing at her sister's parties. The rambunctious blonde certainly knew the Kessler family. She'd had several members of the family as teachers and principals since grade school. And she was well acquainted with Mrs. Vutcher at Azure Rocks High. Hannah had been sent to Room 107 an uncountable number of times. She had a history of going to class late, wearing outfits that violated the school's lenient dress code, and all those instances when she'd gotten hot and heavy with a boy (or girl) in a closet, under the bleachers, or in any available nook and cranny.

What's his first name again? Abram? Abel? Abner! Yeah, that's it. Now he seems like a guy that likes to talk shit to his friends, but can he take it? Or should I make him do something else? I bet with that frame, he'd have no problem stripping down, but I want more. Will he do more?

"I have a Truth left, but I'll take a Dare. I'm curious as to what the infamous Hannah Woodsen has up her sleeve," Kessler informed her. He then corrected his statement based on her current amount of clothing. "Or what she has in those pretty, little panties."

The smirk and line gave Hannah all she needed to hear. I think this one will work out fine. And I know who to include.

"I Dare you to strip both Rebecca and Karen down to their skivvies, and then allow them to do the same to you."

"Skivvies? You have such a way with words," Kessler replied, broadly smiling as he turned to the Harrington twins.

"Again? How many of these things are going to include both of us?" Karen complained.

"Yeah, it's not like we're a package deal, you know," Rebecca added.

"Twins are hot. You know it, so deal with it," Kessler stated, walking over to them.

"This pair is for sure hot. I've never had twins, and an identical pair opens up a bevy of questions," Hannah declared. Still standing, she crossed her arms under her bust, propping them up, and, of course, drawing eyeballs to them. "And with the Harrington family reputation, I doubt this is the first time you've been stripped as a pair."

"Our reputation isn't as bad as yours," Rebecca responded, gesturing to herself and Karen.

"Aw, thank you!" Hannah said, taking the comment as a compliment. Behind her, Ashley shook her head as she wondered for the umpteenth time how they could be sisters. "Okay, let's see how identical you two are," Hannah remarked, motioning for Kessler to start.

"I'm going to guess that you want me to handle this one too?" Madison asked an uncomfortable-looking Charlie while holding up his phone.

"Thanks," he immediately replied, not at all interested in filming, let alone watching his sisters get stripped down. It's no different than a swimsuit; it's no different than a swimsuit.

"Hmm, who should I begin with?" Kessler asked out loud. "Pink or lavender?"

"Pink!" Matt called out.

"This isn't up for a vote!" snapped Karen, the twin in the pink top.

"I'm going to start with Miss Lavender, but with a twist," Kessler revealed, having a hunch that she was the one he'd slept with last summer.

Rebecca braced herself as he stepped into her personal space. Remembering their night together last summer, she liked the feel of his hands sliding down the sides of her lace camisole top. But when those same hands moved across her waist and popped open the button to her shorts, Rebecca's eyes shot wide in surprise.

"I thought I'd start down below. Everyone always goes for the top first, but I don't want to show those goodies first," Kessler said softly, looking up at her.

Although the shorts were unbuttoned, they were so tight that they didn't drop a centimeter as he brought his hands down to her ankles. Running them upward, Kessler whispered about their softness and smoothness. Rebecca shivered as those hands went up and down her upper thighs, right before he grabbed the bottom edges on each side. Shimmying those tight, short shorts, Kessler didn't bother to make sure that Rebecca's pair of matching lavender lace panties didn't come down at the same time. They would've if Karen didn't react fast enough to grab them and tug them back up, saving her twin.

After picking up one foot and then the other, Kessler flipped the shorts onto a couch behind Rebecca. While the slim, black-haired girl prepared for her top to come off next, the guy at her knees continued to keep her off-balance. With Karen coming to her sister's aid, she'd stayed, standing slightly behind and to the side of her twin. Kessler surprised everyone when he knee-walked the short distance and grabbed her ankles.

Like her sister, Karen shivered as the hands traveled up her smooth legs. Unlike her sister, she couldn't keep quiet at the pleasure as she cooed at Kessler's touch. For a second, Karen wondered if she should follow Rebecca's suggestion and take him for a spin tonight. While Kessler was only a year younger than her, Karen felt a dirty thrill at messing around with a younger guy, especially one that went to school with her brother.

When her shorts loosened as the button popped off, Karen sighed deep and loud. With eyes closed, she felt Rebecca's body slink up against her back. She'd come to help out and hold the pink, lace panties from sliding down her legs along with her tight shorts.

"Matching colors and styles down below too. Nice," Matt commented, leering at the lace underwear that matched the twins' tops.

Karen's eyes shot open when Kessler's hands slid up at the final time, and his thumbs grazed her lower private parts. Oh, god! I hope no one notices that I'm getting wet!

"Care to help me out?" Kessler said over Karen's shoulder.

"Sure," Rebecca responded, taking hold of the back of her sister's cami top. Kessler did the same at the front. "Ready?"

"Ready," he answered, although the question had been directed at Karen. The two of them quickly shed the top. Kessler flung the shirt to his side, not caring where it landed. Rebecca watched and laughed at who's face it hit.

"Yo, Harrington, your sister has some great little titties!" Matt cheered.

Pulling the silky top from his face, Charlie inadvertently glanced over in annoyance at Kessler for throwing the shirt at him. However, that caused him to catch sight of Karen's naked breasts. Throwing a hand to the side of his face, Charlie blocked his view, while uttering, "I did not see that. I did not see that."

"Care to lend a hand too?" Kessler asked, looking down at the shorter girl's face directly in front of him.

"Might as well," Karen replied breathily. In a flash, she spun her body around her sister and stood at Rebecca's back.

In another flash, Rebecca's lavender top was over her head. The now topless girl ignored the noises that others around her made and whispered to Kessler. Chuckling, he agreed and handed her top back to her.

"Incoming, Charlie!" Rebecca yelled, flinging her top at her startled brother.

"Stop it!" Charlie screamed back, catching the sight of his other sister's medium-sized breasts. This time he brought up both hands to his face and squeezed his eyelids shut tightly. "Laugh all you want, but wait until it's your sister or cousin."

That worked to shut up several of the guys in the room. Carl appeared particularly panicked as he knew what a tease Sharon could be. Kevin and Logan both glanced at their cousins, who only wore bras and panties, and grew concerned. Brandon grew both uncomfortable and angry as he looked back and forth at Madison and Lindsey.

Back over at the Dare, Kessler stared into Rebecca's eyes as his right hand started to slide up her side, slowly inching toward one of those exposed breasts. His left hand met one of Karen's and gently tugged her around her sister. He admired the naked bits of both girls. Their black hair, pale skin, and slim figures he found almost exotic. And their perky, medium-sized breasts appeared larger on their smaller frames.

"Don't get any ideas over there," Hannah stated, moving closer to the three people. She'd loved to see the party escalate, but knew the mood wasn't right yet. "You Harringtons, need to get Kessler stripped to his underwear too. If he's wearing any."

Several of the guys in the room blanched at the thought. A few of the more inexperienced girls did as well. Of course, Matt couldn't help but make a comment. He'd never liked the Harringtons. Elias had an annoying habit of correcting his grammar when they were in school together. Embarrassing his family, or better yet, banging his sisters, would be proper ****.

"Hey, Charlie! You heard Barbie. Get over there and help your sisters strip Abner."

"Fuck off, Glass Jaw," Kessler snapped, annoyed that he used his first name.

"Stay there, Charles," Hannah instructed, rolling her eyes. "I certainly did not mean you."

Following Hannah's reminder, Rebecca and Karen circled around Kessler. They jointly pulled his shirt over his head. Matt didn't appreciate the shirt thrown into his face as payback. While the stocky teen's figure wasn't as sculpted as the obnoxious fighter's, a few girls, including the twins, admired his physique.

Dropping to their knees on each side of Kessler, the Harrington twins worked in tandem to unbuckle his belt, pull it out of the loops, unbutton his jeans, and then work the zipper down. With the girls blocking everyone else's views, they could only imagine what caused them to stop, stare, face each other, and giggle. Each twin then took a grip on the waist of his jeans and yanked.

Practically every girl in the room appraised the bulge straining against the blue boxer-briefs. Several girls took note of its nice size and wrote a mental post-it note in their brain to check it out someday. One such girl was Heather, who glanced over at Sharon. Either the redhead had understated the size of Kessler's cock, or it had grown over the last year. Next to her, Ashley's eyes grew large in surprise, before she looked away in shame. Even Meagan appraised the length and girth that she could tell through the boxers. Not that she had any interest in testing it out, but the information was always useful in gossip.

The girl most acquainted with the cock in question put on a bored, disinterested face. Yet, even Yelena felt a level of intrigue at its increased size. She hadn't seen it in over a year and a half. Having stayed away from Kessler out of respect for her close friend, Bianca wondered if she could get permission at some point. Maybe a going-away-to-college present would earn her a go.

One of the most interested girls in the room zoomed in on the bulge with the camera phone she looked through. Biting her lip, Madison felt a hot flash at the thought of seeing that dick out in the open. The party game had the virgin experiencing new feelings as she tried to subtly rub her thighs together. Next to her, Delilah glanced over and swiftly looked away in shock.

The two closest girls to Kessler took only a cursory examination. Rebecca had already seen it last summer and filled her sister in on the details. Now both Harrington twins found there hands making light passes, where they brushed their hands across the above-average member. Lips found Rebecca's, and then Karen's.

The guys, many of whom had looked away, now peeked back over in envy as Kessler made out with the sisters. Every single guy in the room, except Charlie, found themselves hard as a rock. It would've been impossible not to be. First, Delilah and Heather had stripped down to their underwear. Then Tiara, Heather, and the identical twins all ended up topless.

"Ahem, excuse me," Heather said, but she failed to break up the kissing. She felt a little jealous that she wasn't the one getting kissed at her party, and wanted her chance at fun "Excuse me!"

"What? Oh, right!" Hannah exclaimed, pulling her hand away from the breast that she'd been rubbing while getting turned on at the scene she'd created. "Uh, okay, you three. We need to keep this game going. So, it's your turn to spin the bottle, Abner."

The busty blonde noticed that one person had caught her little moment of massaging her own tit. Winkie stared in awe, jaw drooping open, and a slight sliver of spit hanging down. Winking at him, Hannah chuckled as she realized that was the appropriate response based on his last name. Spinning around her noticed the wry smile on Logan, and the look her mother usually gave her on Ashley's face.

"Oh, knock it off," she said to them and anyone else.

"Right, sorry," Kessler apologized, breaking off his kiss from Karen. Damn, I'm so getting lucky with both twins tonight! "So, I'll be back later, girls."

"Okay," Rebecca sighed, feeling quite aroused. Karen sharply nodded.

While the sisters sat back down, they eyed Kessler's taut butt as he leaned over and spun the bottle. Thinking to himself of the possibilities of who he might get, a new thought hit him. Shit, I better not fuck up my chance at the twins. No messing around with any other girl.

At that moment, the French doors burst open.

"What did I miss—ahh!" Trent started to ask, before throwing his hands up to cover his face. Unfortunately, in his rush to flee the sunroom, he hadn't finished buttoning his jeans. Without his hand holding them up, they dropped back down to his ankles, causing him to trip and fall forward to the floor.

"What happened, my muse?" Poet asked in concern, darting out of the sunroom. She saw the same sight that had greeted Trent. Clapping her hands together, the eccentric artist cooed in delight. "Your sister has such lovely breasts. And her skin is even more beautiful than yours. Oh! I need to paint her too!"

"Me?!" Tiara asked in shock.

"Yes!" Poet jumped up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. "It would...oh! I should paint you and your bother next to each other. Naked!"

"No! I'm done!" Trent screamed, hopping to his feet while pulling his pants back up. "Dammit, Ti, cover yourself. I don't need to see..."

As everyone had been watching Trent and Poet, they all followed his line of sight and saw what caused him to zone out.

"I guess Trent likes seeing your sister topless," Brandon said to Ashley.

"Stop it and mind your own business," Ashley ordered her boyfriend. While doing that, she glanced back and saw that the bottle had stopped. When she saw at whom it pointed, she felt her a whole lot of concern.