Carl

"Truth or Dare?" Ashley asked Carl.

The oldest Miller sibling contemplated his options for a long, hard ninety seconds. Heather sighed impatiently, earning a sharp glare from Sharon, while Logan noted the uneasy look on the redhead's face. For all her bravado, he knew that Sharon held a typical sibling relationship with her brother. At times, she hated Carl, and at other times, she felt protective of him.

"Dare."

"What?!" Sharon gasped.

"Alright, Carl!" Hannah cheered, thrilled that another person took a chance.

"Bro, I didn't think you had it in you," Matt remarked, adding a hard punch to his friend's shoulder.

"I only weighed the options. Ashley's far less likely to make me do crazy shit than everyone else here," Carl admitted, shrugging shoulders.

"Okay, Ash, give him a good one," Heather prodded.

"Um, I didn't really expect him to choose that," Ashley admitted. The friendly blonde didn't like to humiliate people, so that narrowed her options.

"Let's not take all day, Miss Matchmaker," Sharon huffed, feeling better now that Ashley wouldn't give Carl anything crazy.

"No using your Dare to set up a date for him," Bianca said, mocking Ashley's reputation for matchmaking.

Growing annoyed at both her rival and teammate's comments, Ashley suddenly had an idea. It wasn't too crazy, but could at least make one person pissing her off today a little uncomfortable.

"Carl, I Dare you to give Heather a sensual massage for...the next five turns."

"What?!"

"A massage from Shar's big brother? I'm game," Heather accepted. Carl looked around bug-eyed at the idea, while his sister appeared ready to throw a tantrum. I know you and Logan are keeping something from me. Let's see how you like it when the tables are turned. "Well, hop on over here, Carl. I promise I don't bite...not often."

"Heather!" Sharon huffed.

"Don't blame me, it's Ashley's Dare."

"Would you rather I have your brother take a picture like you had Trent do? I could've made him send it to one of our friends," Ashley pointed out, scurrying back over to sit next to Brandon.

"This is such bullshit. I won't—Logan, back me up on this!" Sharon demanded.

"Wait a minute, Carl," he said, stopping the other guy as he crossed the circle to Heather.

"Good!"

"Hey, you can—" Heather started to protest. She'd never had any feelings for Sharon's brother, but the prospect of watching her friend squirm, even more, was incredibly tempting.

"Carl, you better spin the bottle before you start to soothe my cousin's aches and pains," Logan suggested, garnering a shocked and angry look from Sharon. Oh, this should really get Sharon riled up. And when she's angry and horny is her at her best. Logan even added an exaggerated wink at the steaming redhead. However, her attention swiftly shifted to where her brother's spin stopped to point at Yelena.

"Give her a damn good one, Carl," Sharon urged, giving her hated enemy an evil smirk.

"Your brother seems less horrible than you, Miller, but I'm still going to use my lone Truth," Yelena answered.

"Pussy," Sharon hissed triumphantly.

"No, sorry, I'm not going to lick yours."

"What?" Carl in confusion, his head going back and forth between the two girls.

"Ignore her!" Sharon ordered. "And ask something juicy. You know her reputation."

"Uh, right," her brother nodded.

Matt leaned over to whisper. "I bet she fucks older men. Ask about that."

"Right. So, what's the largest age gap between you and a lover?" Carl asked.

Sharon nodded along, at first. But when she realized that her brother had finished, she leaped into action.

"Ask for details!"

"Twenty-three!"

"What?" Sharon and several others questioned.

"That's my answer. The guy was twenty-three-years older," Yelena explained.

"No, Carl's not done asking—twenty-three?!" Sharon had an incredulous look on her face.

"No, he's done asking because I answered," Yelena declared, struggling to stand up in her skintight, black dress.

"Twenty-three? Not bad," Hannah nodded.

"Eww, that's old enough to be one of our dads," Madison remarked, looking sick to her stomach.

"Exactly," the sex kitten replied, glancing back at the cheerleader. The one word seemingly sucked the air out of the room as everyone realized that Yelena screwed someone's father. They knew she liked to go after guys in relationships, but a grown man seemed even too far for her.

"Who?" Trent asked for nearly everyone.

"Nuh-uh. That will have to wait for my next Truth," Yelena said while giving up any hope of bending over to reach the bottle. Instead, she used her foot to half-ass spin it. "Oh, wait, but I already used up my one Truth."

"And it's a delicious story," Bianca teased.

"Oh, Carl! Your hands are so rough," Heather moaned in an over the top manner as the older Miller sibling began his massage. The buxom brunette had positioned herself between his spread legs. Her strapless dress provided plenty of skin for him to work over. "Rough in a manly way."

"Bunch of bullshit," Sharon grumbled, referring to both Yelena's story and the massage.

"Dammit," Yelena cursed under breath as the bottle came to rest on Delilah. The blonde had hoped to land a good person to **** a Dare on. Instead, she got the Vice-Captain of her dance squad.

"Shit," Delilah cursed too. She'd already used up her one Truth and now had **** but to take a Dare. And while they were teammates, it's not like she and Yelena were good friends. The curly-haired girl couldn't recall a time when she clashed with Bianca, the captain of the Honeybears, and Yelena didn't take her friend's side.

Bianca realized this at the same time. She and Delilah had an uneasy relationship. She respected and admired Delilah and her dance skills, but didn't care for her friendship with the cheerleaders. To her, being a Honeybear meant doing whatever possible to upstage the pom-pom waving bitches. Still, she didn't want Yelena to embarrass Delilah, so she sent her best friend a few unspoken signals.

"Fine," Yelena mumbled under her breath. "I...I want you to take off your shirt."

"Woo-hoo!" Matt cheered.

"I guess I will like what I see," Trent joked, recalling Delilah's earlier teasing of him. "Oh, sorry, Kevin."

Delilah's cousin flipped off Trent while turning his head to face away as she pulled off her camisole top. Fortunately for the basketball player, his cousin sat only a few spots away and not across from him in the circle. That allowed him to avoid seeing her in only her lacy, black bra.

Every other guy except Brandon stared blatantly as the dancer's pushed-up perky B-cups. The quarterback tried and failed at not appearing obvious as he peeked as his sister's close friend. Madison noticed and made known her displeasure.

"God, it's just a bra, guys," Delilah stated with a large sigh. "It's no different than wearing a bikini top."

"Nope. Seeing a girl in her underwear is different than a bikini," Trent remarked. "It feels..."

"Almost like seeing a secret," Kessler finished, while Winkie nodded as he hid his head from Delilah's gaze.

"Whatever," Delilah said as she hopped to her feet, causing a small bounce from her bust, and rounds of groans from her admirers. A few heads moved to get a better view as she leaned over to spin the bottle.

"Truth! Wait, no, Dare! I mean, Truth!" Poet screamed, unsure what to choose after the bottle stopped to point at her.

"Just pick one!" Heather growled. "And keep working my neck, Carl. It feels soooo good."

"Uh, Truth!"

"Are you sure?" Delilah questioned, waiting to make sure.

"Yep."

"Okay, let me think." Delilah pondered what to ask. She knew the eccentric girl slightly from her help on school plays. Poet often crafted the background scenery, and Delilah's mother, a big supporter of the theatre, often praised the artwork. "What sex act or situation would you never do again?"

"That's a good one," Rebecca praised.

"What if your answer is nothing is ever wrong to do more thanonce?" Hannah chuckled.

"Shhh! It's Poet's question," Meagan hissed, shutting everybody up.

"Hmm, trying new things is the way to live a full life, so I don't regret sampling something once," Poet mused. "And just because it didn't work out well the first time, doesn't mean I should never try it again."

"So your answer is no, too," Hannah supplied.

"Let her finish," Ashley ordered her sister.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Argh! Just give a yes or no, kook," Sharon snapped, her eyes barely leaving Heather, where she attempted to burn a hole into her friend. She'd grown concerned as she doubted whether or not the brunette was merely teasing her with sighs and moans. Heather did like college-age guys.

Not far away, Matt's temperature rose as he grew jealous over his friend getting to put his hands all over their sexy host's body.

"Bodypainting."

"What?" Bianca asked.

Delilah looked confused and glanced at Madison, who shrugged back. The drama club member had heard that some of the art club liked to bodypaint each other.

"Body painting before and during sex should be fun, right?" Poet asked. Only Meagan didn't seem utterly confused or creeped out by the question. "But guys can get awfully funny and protective of their cocks when you want to slap some paint on them. It's not like I didn't use paint that would eventually wash off. But, oh no, Dirk Swanson had to start freaking out when his dick turned blue. I repeatedly tried to explain it would come out in a few days, and it was his fault for smearing it so badly. Instead, he ran off in tears. I mean, guys get way too touchy when it comes to their dicks. It's not like it was anything special anyways. The thing turned out to be so disappointingly tiny. That's why I started calling him Dickie Smalls after he talked shit about me. You know, I should've taken a mold for a sculpture instead. It could be in the art showcase at school for miniature scale cocks."

A pin drop could've been heard in the room as Poet rambled on with her story. Nearly every guy shifted uncomfortably at the thought of their dick turning blue or any unusual color, and at how easily Poet rattled off details about the size of Dirk's dick. Trent and Matt seemed the most horrified, but the rest weren't far behind. Winkie, Poet's cousin, hid his head under his two hands in embarrassment.

"I'd think twice about calling her a kook again, Sharon," Yelena mumbled to her enemy.

The redhead's attention had finally shifted away from her brother's hands on Heather's bare skin as she shuddered in fear. Maybe picking on the eccentric girl had been the wrong move. Images of the short, black-and-green-haired girl coming after her with giant scissors made her mouth dry.

"Uh, that was a fascinating account. Thanks, Poet," Logan said, figuring someone needed to end her tale. "It's your turn to spin.

"Oh, goody! I have such amazing ideas for you people!"