Another round of bottle dares

Many many hours later, as the party started to die down, the normal crew was back together. We had invited a bunch more people, but most were either past out waiting for cabs, or had already left. The remaining guests turned out to be the normal ‘crew’. Or at least, it felt like that was how it was developing. Kim, me, Linda, Jen, Robert, Amanda and Toby. Only this time there was no Zach, but instead my little sister Luna.

Zach was passed out drunk in the pool area somewhere. The rest were seated in the sofa group. Though it had become pretty warm so most had ditched the jackets and sweaters by now.

“Who the fuck brought Everclear?” I asked. I was in the middle of mixing a tray of drinks for our guests.

“Who gives a fuck?” Amanda said. “Now get the fuck down here. We’re having ‘Bottle Dares’ again!”

I turned and saw that she had gathered the gang in the sofas again. Toby and Kim in the two-seater closest to me again. To her left in a three-seater sat Linda, Jen and Robert. Opposite of that sat Amanda and Luna in another two-seater. Which gave me the lone three-seater with the back against the pool.

“Josh, mind getting me a cider instead of a drink? I’m finished with the heavy drinking for now,” Linda requested.

“Again with the dares? Please no NSFW shit this time around,” I said, making my way over with a tray of pina coladas and a cider.

“Alright,” Amanda pouted. “Not… yet…”

“My fucking sister is here!” I complained.

“NSFW? What happened last time?” Luna asked.

“Don’t ask,” I muttered, leaning back in the middle of my designated sofa.

“Okay then. You don’t want this to be NSFW, why don’t you begin, Josh?” Amanda said demonstratively.

“Hey. What about the rules?” Luna complained. I grabbed an empty bottle, and drew my breath.

“So I put out a dare that involves two people, then spin the bottle to choose those two people, basically. I’ll make a dare now… eh… fuck… one has to wrestle the other to the ground. We had that one last time,” I said, placing the bottle on the table.

“And now, I’ll spin it to see who will be the one to wrestle–” I spun the bottle. It landed on Robert. “And who’s getting taken down… Which will be me. So how about it Robert?”

“Easy enough,” Luna said, sipping her drink. “You guys gonna wrestle until forever?”

“Nah. Maybe I should’ve put a time limit. How about… take me down in… 20 seconds?”

“Sure thing,” Robert said.

We moved to the middle of the floor between the lounge area and the kitchen. And as soon as Kim stood the timer, Robert pounced on me. But yeah. 20 seconds later and he was sweating profusely, with me still standing.

“Fuck, you’ve got some balance,” Robert panted. “And now I’ll do a dare.”

Robert picked up the bottle, thought for a moment, “Let's keep up the physical challenges. Someone has to squat someone else. So Linda–”

“Yeah yeah, I think I get it now,” Luna said. “Linda has to squat with Kim on her back. Not that complicated.”

Linda shot to her feet, flexing her arms. In return Kim giggled and playfully bit her lip at Linda’s theatrics. She was something alright. I also took the opportunity to scan her outfit. Skin tight black jeans across her wide hips, and a maroon loose fitting top with ample cleavage. She had a hint of makeup, extenuating her deep gray eyes and some gloss making her lips glisten ever so slightly. There was no other way to say it, Linda was so fucking hot.

And as Linda guided Kim to her feet, it looked like Kim agreed with me. Kim was quite obviously checking Linda out as she moved to Linda’s side to get behind her. But Linda stopped her, “No no. I want to look you in the eyes while I take you.”

So this was turning NSFW whether I wanted it or not. Damn horny girls. I glanced over at Luna. I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. But she seemed to be intrigued by Linda’s charisma as well. I shrugged, turning back to Kim wrapping her legs around Linda as they firmly held around each other's waist in a tight embrace.

“How many? Five?” Linda whispered directly into Kim’s face, only a few inches apart. Kim’s hair floating from Linda’s breath. Jesus…

Kim nodded. Then Linda stepped over to the space between my sofa and their sofa to get some space, stepping over the armrest while carrying my wife with ease.

“Man, you’re fucking strong, Linda!” I exclaimed.

“Lots of squats, homeboy!” Linda cheered, slapping her own ass.

Linda took position and turned towards us, and slowly bent at her knees. She didn’t stop until she got down deeeep. And then thrusted up. Kim giggled into Linda’s neck, holding on so as not to tumble to the floor. “Careful, you’re tickling me!” Linda giggled in return.

“I think Linda might take you down if she had her 20 seconds!” Amanda laughed, looking over at me. “I don’t think I would mind that,” I thought to myself, chuckling.

Linda quickly did her other four squats without effort, then dumped Kim into the sofa next to Toby. But instead of jumping into her old seat, she climbed across me and plumped down there instead, sitting between me and Luna.

“Alright, my turn. This person needs to make a nice poem for the other person,” Linda said, spinning the bottle.

And guess who was the lucky guy. Me.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and the others chuckled.

Linda spun it again. And it looked for a second that it was going to land on Amanda, but the bottle rolled slightly so the bottle pointed at none other than my little sister Luna.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed again, and the others chuckled again.

“Ooouuu! Kinky!” Amanda chuckled.

“Shut up, Amanda!” I said jokingly. “Alright… give me a few seconds to find a nice rhyme.”

Luna blinked theatrically at me. “I cannot hold back the tears, such a beautiful poem,” she joked. I was glad she didn’t make it awkward at least. Luna took a sip of her pina colada, scanning me. The others turned to chatter, while I was thinking. After a few minutes of churning my brain, I figured a little scheme out.

“So here we go. I go with the classic rhyme scheme here,” I said, and stood up, did a small ‘ahem’ and began.

“I present to you, ‘Luna, my little sister.’

Whose colada is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow

I watch her laugh, I cry hello.

She gives her colada a shake,

And laughs until her belly aches.

The only other sounds’ the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The colada is half full, half empty and deep,

But she promises to keep,

After cake and lots of sleep,

Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,

With thoughts of kittens in her head,

Sheets her jam with lots of bread,

Ready for the day ahead.”

There was a brief silence as I stood looking at the small crowd.

“Awww, that is so sweet,” Jen said, folding her hands under her chin.

“I do like jam, and I do have a colada half empty. Or is it half full? Hmmm, all the things to ponder,” Luna said, twirling her glass in her hands demonstratively while inspecting it with a furrowed brow.

“See! I’m learned! I promise,” I joked, having nabbed most of that poem. I looked over at Kim.

“You nailed her on the head with that one,” Kim chuckled.

“So I get to spin now?” Luna asked. Amanda nodded eagerly, being sort of the game master of the whole thing.

“Alright. Let’s do some body shots!” Luna said. “First gets to shot, the other has to provide the belly.”

“Exciting!” Amanda beamed.

The bottle landed on Amanda.

“Even more exciting!” Amanda beamed again.

And then on Kim.

“You’re getting all the girls tonight,” I chuckled, pushing playfully at Kim.

Kim seemed to be in the playful mood, though. So instead of moving, or Toby scooting out to give her room, Kim just turned and leaned her head back into Toby’s lap, and hiked her top almost to her bra. Amanda grabbed a tequila bottle from behind the sofa and poured a decent shot into Kim’s taut navel.

“Ooh. Cold,” she exclaimed, giggling. Kim was fighting hard to suppress a laughing fit. Kim was very ticklish, and no doubt Amanda’s long blond hair was tickling her sides. And perhaps the anticipation of Amanda’s soft lips pressed against her navel did some work as well.

“Lay still girl, or I may have to lick it off of you instead!” Amanda said, laughingly while trying to lower her full lips to a slightly trembling Kim.

Immediately images of the blonde bombshell licking all over my hot wife flashed through my retina.

“Quick! Toby, shake Kim!” I quickly said, grabbing Toby’s knee.

But Kim held out a trembling finger at Toby, commanding with a shaky voice, “Don’t.”

Toby chuckled, but heeded her command. He no doubt liked having Kims head resting on his crotch. I wondered if she could feel him. Or if he was hard just from having her there.

“Good boy,” Kim said, still holding back as Amanda’s lips finally connected with her olive skin. A small slurp and Amanda darted away.

“You got yourself a lackey,” Amanda chuckled. She then looked up at Toby, dropping the tequila down her throat, and then opening her mouth to Toby. “All gone.”

Did she just allude to…

“My turn!” Amanda exclaimed. She always knew how to turn these things into something naughty. Especially with tequila in her blood. And now was no different. “Kisses!”

She eagerly spun the bottle. It landed on Jen. And Linda. Without a second thought, Linda bent over the table to reach Jen. While I’d love to witness the girls making out, I got an eyeful of Linda’s nice, wide yet very fit ass. I could feel myself grow a little just at seeing her bent over like this. I glanced over at Kim who just winked at me, and gave a small nod towards the ‘landscape’. And then Linda slumped back down next to me.

“I want someone to whisper a dirty secret. Phew… I’m starting to work up a sweat,” Linda chuckled. She wasn’t the only one. It was getting quite hot and heavy around the sofas.

The bottle landed back on Linda. And then on Luna. “I’m getting all the action? Again?”

“Seems that way,” Amanda said, but not as playful as she used to. She still had some predilection against Linda it seemed. I just shook my head. As long as it remained on this level.

But Linda took it in stride. She just blew Amanda a kiss, before Luna and Linda leaned in close. Linda thought for a moment and then said something inaudible to my sister. Luna then got wide eyes. When they leaned back, Luna shot me a quick look and burst into a small giggle she suppressed with the back of her hand. Linda on the other hand avoided eye contact.

“What?” I asked, holding my hands out.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Luna said. “Spin again, Linda.”

“Oh give me a break. Erh. More kissing then? And I mean with tongue and everything.”

“What happened to the ‘no-NSFW’? Oh, never mind.” I quickly broke as I saw the bottle land on me. Fuck yeah.

I stared intensely as the bottle slowed down. It passed Amanda. Luna, thank god. Linda. Me, of course. Kim. Toby. Jen. Robert. Amanda. And then it stopped dead on… Luna.

I gulped. Fuck. Just what I wanted to avoid. But the girls seemed to find it highly entertaining. Except Luna. She looked a bit shell shocked. But then she shook it off, and instead leaned forward in her seat and puckered her lips jokingly.

“Time to reward you for that poem,” she said. But I could tell she was just trying to make the situation less awkward.

“Oh no, I said with tongue and everything,” Linda argued.

“This is so gross,” I muttered.

“**** is wincest, am I right?” Amanda joked, pushing Luna a bit.

Luna frowned at that, but started to move across to our sofa regardless. I kind of expected Linda to take Luna’s place, but instead she moved closer to me.

“I wanna watch. To make sure that you do it proper,” Linda explained. But I could tell she was really into watching two siblings kiss in front of her. Or maybe she liked Luna?

Luna sat her knees into the sofa, and looked at me expectantly. Not wanting to leave my sister hanging, I turned as well. I looked at her. Was this really about to happen? Why were the gods so cruel… If only it had landed one person before, or after. But no, it had to be my lil sister.

“Just imagine that it’s me,” Linda mumbled almost sultrily, only for the three of us to hear. Was she getting turned on by this?

Luna then leaned over, wanting to be done with it, placing her hands in between Lindas thighs for support. I moved closer too, but not sure how to engage this in a … brotherly way. But maybe the best cause of action was to think of Linda. Hell, she orchestrated this. And she was right there. I could almost smell her. Might as well.

I leaned closer, moved my left hand to cradle the back of Luna’s head, closed my eyes and thought about how fucking hot Linda was. A moment after I felt lips touch mine, and I pursed out to meet what I imagined to be Linda’s lips. I focused on how hot it was when Linda did squats with Kim. If only that dare had included kisses as well.

I could feel warm, heavy breathing against my face as we held the kiss for a moment, not really moving or anything. Maybe Luna was also imagining it was someone else. Or maybe she was more distressed. It was hard to tell with my eyes closed.

“Let me see it,” Linda muttered in a low voice.

I felt Luna dart her tongue slightly forward. I wanted to throw up. Yet… we had to get this over with. So when she flicked forward again, I welcomed her inside my mouth. If anything, I could feel that even trying to make it as digestible as possible, Luna was a great kisser. Yuck.

“That is so hot,” Linda muttered, being the eager spectator. That seemed to be enough for Luna to pull back.

Maybe I should’ve been the one to do so, but at least it was over. But I felt spit and saliva around my mouth as we had had pretty open mouths so Linda could see, so I had to wipe it away. I then realized that everyone had been looking with great enthusiasm, and how it might look wiping my mouth after having almost made out with my sister.

“It got that heavy, huh?” Amanda teased.

“Oh, I think there is plenty that got heavy,” Kim joked, both of them bursting with laughter.

“Alright, you have had your fun. I’ll grab a beer to cleanse my body. You want anything, Luna?”

Luna gave a disgusted nod. She seemed to share the need for something strong.

“Oh, you gonna buy her a drink, now?” Kim joked. I just shook my head.

“Here you go,“ I said a few minutes later, handing a cider to Luna. I grabbed the bottle, ready to move on. “I need a lapdance after that. So that is the dare. May the gods be less fucked.”

The bottle spun and landed on me.

“Oh for fucks sake!” I exclaimed. Did I have some secret magnetism for empty bottles or something?

The girls tooted.

“Me me!” Kim joked.

“No, you have him all day and all night. Me!” Amanda joked. “I wanna lick those biceps while he grinds on me.”

Kim sent Amanda a dirty look. A look that told that she didn’t really mind that happening. Had those two been bonding off late, or something?

I spun the bottle again, with great vigor. Maybe plenty of **** would send it right past Luna. If it landed on any other, it would be fine. I was pretty comfortable about myself, so had no problem with getting it on for any of the other guests. Sure, a girl would be preferable, but hey. Guys need love too, am I right?

But the gods were gracious. It landed on Amanda.

“So stripper rules apply?” I asked.

Kim nodded, saying, “be as sexy as you want. But no touching. At least not from Amanda, right? Stripper rules.”

“No fun,” Amanda said, pouting her lips for a moment before turning into a wicked smile. “I wanted to taste those veiny biceps.”

I quickly got up, reached out a hand to help Amanda up from the sofa.

“Don’t pout. I’m giving you guys 60 full seconds. Take one of the kitchen chairs and put it where you wrestled. We’re gonna watch the show, you be sure!” Kim said, as the gang turned in their seats.

I went over and grabbed a chair, placed it and pointed at it as I looked at Amanda, who sat leaning against the back of Kim’s sofa, mushing out her firm thighs, and commanded her to, “Sit.”

Both Kim and Amanda bit their lips as they exchanged a glance. Amanda then walked over with a sway in her hips, before demonstratively sat on the chair. She sat up straight and looked at me coyly. I met her blue eyes as I walked in front of her. I gave Kim a nod, and she started a timer on her phone. She also found a thumping song with decent rhythm.

Knowing how fast 60 seconds could go I started right away. I closed in on Amanda quickly, moving my feet outside of Amanda’s squeezing hers together. I then fell forward, quickly catching myself against the back of the chair, my pecs a few inches from Amanda’s face. Amanda playfully flicked her tongue out, but I shot back up and wagged a finger at her, giving her a wicked smile. Moving my hips slowly side to side to the song, I slowly started to unbutton my shirt. Not too slowly, of course. And as the time ticked, I skipped the last buttons by dramatically ripping my shirt off, whipping it back across the room.

“Damn my husband is hot,” I heard Kim mutter, as I unveiled my ripped torso to the room.

But I wasn’t done. I returned to my previous position, hands on the back of the chair and my firm pecs close to Amanda’s face. I could feel her warm breath on my skin. And perhaps she could feel my body warmth as well. I moved my feet up a bit so I could straddle her, making my grinding match the beat at a faster pace. And then I heard the alarm clock from Kim.

“God damn it, just when it got even better,” Amanda exclaimed, moving her hand to touch me, but recoiling at the last second. “Fuck,” she muttered, breathing heavily now.

I dismounted, gave Amanda a quick rub of the hair and made my way back to the sofa group, greeted by cheers. I looked over at Luna. Even she seemed a bit flustered. Or really just out of it, watching her brother grind sexily all over another girl. Yeah.

“So I get to pick again? I’m guessing I’m doomed no matter what dare it is,” I complained. “Alright. Whoever gets chosen has to get a back massage from the other. Maybe I can trick the system.”

I spun the bottle. And it landed on Kim. And it landed on Toby. I almost spat my beer out. I had almost forgotten. So many… distractions. But now Toby would get to touch Kim. Had he even done that before? I knew he had done other stuff… but somehow him touching her was another level.

“Should I just spin the bottle while I get… massaged? Is 60 seconds alright?” Kim asked, the last question directed more at me. I answered both questions with a nod.

Kim took the bottle and said, “Someone has to take off a piece of clothing of the other person's choosing.”

I gulped. I already had my shirt off. But I was too distracted too to see who was chosen as Kim turned in her seat for her massage. I wanted to see when Toby’s fingers kneaded into her smaller back, on top of her top. Toby looked more focused than anything. Kim groaned out as she felt his fingers press into her shoulders.

“Josh! Come on! Pick something!” Amanda complained.

I looked back. Oh right. It was me again. “Erh. The socks.”

I hadn’t even seen who it was. To my huge dismay, it was a slightly disappointed Linda who rolled off her socks. “Fuck.”

“I want to see some groping,” I said, spinning the bottle. But Amanda stopped the bottle with a groan.

“Boooring. Let’s make it interesting. Like last time. One person has to go down on the other for 30 seconds!”

“For fucks sake,” I said again. If I had been taught anything, sex games were not safe with your siblings around. I looked over at Kim. She was just done with her massage, rolling her shoulders slightly with a satisfied groan.

But I was safe. The bottle landed on Linda and… back on Amanda.

“Where’s that trusty old broom closet?” Linda said, getting up immediately. Amanda didn’t look so happy. “Or how about it Amanda? Out by the pool? Dimly lit both for privacy and for romance?”

“Sure, why not,” Amanda said, not really wanting any of this. To her, this backfired majorly.

I quickly got up to find a towel for Amanda, if she were to slide her tight jeans off I’d at least offer her privacy. Amanda accepted it in defeat, as Linda led her out. I don’t know if Linda was actually going to make Amanda go through it, and part of me wanted to see. But it was best if they got to do this however they deemed fit. So it was time to distract the crowd.

“Luna, why don’t you spin the bottle in the meantime?” I said, just as Luna put down her drink.

“Sure thing, bro! Letsh keep it going with a 30 second lap dance!” she exclaimed, swirling the bottle immediately. God damn it. But luck…? Luck had me by the balls. It landed on Kim and then Toby.

Kim stood up, dragging Toby with her. She seemed a bit flustered already. Maybe the **** had been flowing a bit. Yeah, that had to be it. Kim guided Toby to the chair, nodded to me.

I knew it perfectly well, but if Kim wanted to turn sexy on, she was a phenom. Kim didn’t waste any time. She pressed her palms at her sides as she grinded her hips slowly, pushing her ass out, slowly turning her back to Toby. He seemed quite excited to have Kim’s snaking body slither up against him, as she leaned back into him, never stopping her grinding. She was now resting her ass directly into the crotch of his sweats. No doubt he was feeling firm Kim’s hot ass grind against his crotch. It was mouth watering, looking at her slowly, methodically grinding into him, her face nuzzled into his neck. I could imagine Toby feeling her warm, slightly vodka lazed breath on his skin, her smoky eyes looking heavy and so sexy. And did she just flick her tongue?

“Time's up!” Luna exclaimed, pouring herself another cider. Was she getting hammered? I didn’t mind, but I also knew either me or Kim would be the one to hold her hair when it all came back.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Amanda suddenly exclaimed as she came back.

She looked utterly disheveled. And like she had reached some new found knowledge. It was not the same Amanda that had gone out to the pool deck that came back in. And even Linda looked a bit rugged.

Amanda stumbled over to the sofas and slumped down next to Luna with a heavy sigh. She looked pretty… fed? Satisfied? Drowsy? What had Linda done to her?

“Mine,” Amanda said, grabbing the bottle. “Seeing things are getting hot and heavy out here, lets see… one has to make the other cum in 30 seconds… just using their hands.”

“Not Luna… not Luna” I thought, as I watched the bottle land on… Kim… and Toby. Again. Two in a row, what were the odds?

Toby looked awfully smug, even for him. Maybe the **** and the dance just now had shot him something extra. And I swore I saw a bulge as he made his way to his feet. Still, somehow he managed to hide it.

“You okay?” Kim asked, as she stood by me.

“Hell yeah,” I said. It was all part of the game. And. I can’t lie, my beautiful wife doing something with Toby. Though it was just hands. So really, no big deal. Barely any different from what they’d already been doing. I knew it was all fun and games.

Kim guided Toby towards the door. Not the broom closet, but out to the pool area.

“You alright with your girl jerking off some guy?” Amanda asked.

“Pff, we’re all young and having fun. Ain’t nothing wrong with that?” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

“Zach was not so understanding,” Amanda muttered. “He was screaming and yelling how much of a slut I was.”

“Listen to the big guy,” Luna laughed, waving me off.

“Hey, me and Linda have been turning you girls mad, you should do something in return. It’s only fair that Toby gets some relief!” I joked.

Kim and Toby had already made their way out. In the meantime, the girls, and Robert, made their disagreement apparent.

“Really now?” Linda said, sipping a glass of some Spanish red named Beronia.

“The bottle gods didn’t favor us, what could we do?” Jen said.

“You really think you something, huh?” Luna said, slapping my chest across from Linda.

“How about some straight up dares?” Amanda asked the room. “If he thinks he makes us girls so fucking wet, we should return the favor. I bet us girls can take Josh out, and dump him in the god damn pool.”

“Hey now, girls. No reason to get frisky. Hey!” I exclaimed, jumping out of the sofa, backing off.

Like hyenas they circled around me. Or at least that was my drunk brain thought.

“Luna, me and you take his arms. Linda you’re strongest so you take the legs.”

I turned to run, but Linda threw herself forward and got my legs before I even took a step. I knew how to fall, so my chin never touched the ground. Before I knew it, my arms were in the hands of my lil sister and Amanda. I could probably have wrenched out of their hold, but being dragged off by a bunch of girls? Heh, why on earth would I stop that?

“Jesus christ you’re heavy!” Amanda groaned.

“You must be at least 200 lbs!” Linda groaned.

“Girls! Mercy!” I laughed.

Robert held the door, and soon I felt the night breeze tickle my body. I knew then they were serious about this. I started the smallest attempts of resistance, but not truly whole-heartedly.

“Hey! I don’t even have swim trunks on!

“Neither did we, but still you made us drench ourselves over your six pack and your big pecs!” Amanda said, as they holstered me out.

“Robert, could you fetch a towel?” I asked, switching over by trying to be as casual as possible, like I wasn’t about to get dumped in the pool against my will. “I’m feeling like a swim right about nooOAAAW–”

And so I was airborne for a full second as the girls plunged me up into the night sky before I crashed through the cold water. Jesus fuck was it cold. But as I broke the surface, I let out a loud, “Woah!” and started backstroking the short side.

“Ah. So refreshing. How about it girls? Wanna join?” I asked, hoping to at least see how daring Amanda and Linda could be.

But alas, they all chuckled and turned to head back inside, expecting me to get up right away. Surprisingly, it was quite nice outside. So why not do a lap?