Tara doesn't do the dishes.

And so they were both stuck at home, alone with nothing to do.

"Okay, I'll do them next time!" Tara said, crossing her legs, "promise! We'll call it even and I'll do chores for a week!"

"I'm sorry, that simply wasn't the deal". Skip said, imitating her voice and idioms she would use in cases like this. He felt a rush of blood to his dick anticipating what was to come. "So it's time to pay the piper- spread 'em."

Tara laughed and hopped her legs wide, her pussylips evident in the tight boy short style panties. She was starting to slowly get wet, she doubted that skip would actually do it, but also turned on by the idea that he might. "Look, i only made the bet cause you want to protect your precious balls so i could trust on you to do your part." She felt emboldened, and for emphasis she used on hand to lift the over sized shirt up just over her navel, and with the other hand pulling the panties up further, making the lips of her pussy even more evident, "plus i don't think you got the balls to cunt bust me. Go ahead, do your worst to this pussy!"

Skip, egged on by the speech, and his sisters snatch just within reach, needed little encouragement...