Trent

"With twenty-three possible people, the odds sure worked against you," Carl commented to Trent. The dark-skinned teenager had just given Sharon a Dare only for her to now return the favor.

"Odds, my ass! This...this is...witchcraft!" Trent accused in disbelief.

"How quickly the world falls apart and crazy claims start," Meagan remarked.

"Oh, I don't think Trent accused Sharon of being an actual witch," Delilah pointed out.

"Yeah, I did!" Trent stated.

"He already used up his one Truth, so this should be fun," Rebecca said to her sister.

"Sharon, make him put on the bearskin rug, and do crazy shit," Hannah suggested.

"No!" Trent exclaimed.

"Hmm, if I'm a witch, maybe I should use a broomstick on you in some way," Sharon evilly speculated.

"Sharon!" Ashley gasped in horror.

Trent began to look ill at the prospect.

"Fine," Sharon sighed. "How about some magic in the form of a wand? Trent, I want you to take a video of yourself and send it to someone not here, who's older than you, all the while stroking your exposed cock for thirty seconds to the camera."

"Whoa!" Brandon sounded.

"You should send it to Coach Thorne's wife. I bet that would piss him off," Kessler suggested.

"No, send it to one of our teachers," Yelena proposed, mischievously.

"Send it one of your friend's moms," Matt threw out.

"That's how you word a question, cousin," Logan informed Heather, who stuck out her tongue in response.

"Next time, I'm going to get you good," Trent warned Sharon. He stood up and started toward the bathroom.

"Oh, wait," Sharon called after in a sweet voice. "I think Charlie needs to record it."

"What?!"

"I'm not recording that!" Charlie screeched.

"What's wrong, little brother?" Karen smiled.

"I'll do it!" Poet said excitedly, scrambling to her feet. "I'm the girl recorder."

"No! I can do it myself," Trent reassured her. "I, uh, don't want to be gunshy."

"But, I thought you're too big for one hand," Bianca snickered.

"Poop! I wanted to see—oh, I get to see it when you're done. That's unless Charlie wants to doublecheck," Poet replied.

"No, I'm cool with you doing that," Charlie said, throwing his hands up.

As everyone laughed, Trent closed the bathroom door behind him.

"Barkeep, another round for us girls," Teresa clinked her glass together with her sister's. Yelena also raised her glass in the air.

While Charlie rushed downstairs, the others speculated over who Trent might send the video to. The guys seemed to focus on Ivory Thorne, the football coach's sexy wife.

"He should totally send it to her. She's so fucking hot, and her old man is a royal dick," Matt hoped.

"You just hate him for kicking you off the team," Carl replied.

"I didn't get kicked off. I quit."

"Sure. If quitting during the conversation where you're getting kicked off the team counts."

"I was only joking," Kessler revealed. "Trent can't be that dumb."

"I don't know," Brandon said. "Trent has a thing for Ivory, and he can get pretty dumb when it comes to hot women."

"No, he won't send it to her. Trent likes Mrs. Coach," Winkie pointed out.

While the guys' focus was on one woman, in particular, the girls spent time on multiple options. Most revolved around the school and teachers.

"Miss Moreau would be a good one," Heather suggested. "She's gorgeous."

"Can Trent even read? I doubt he's been in her class," Sharon laughed at her put down.

"That's mean, Sharon. I bet Trent reads more than you," Ashley defended her boyfriend's friend. The redhead glared back at her teammate.

"I say he should send it to Mrs. Griffin. She's divorced and needs a young, hard dick, I bet," Yelena laughed.

"No, Trent wouldn't do that. If it is a teacher, she would be young," Madison said, knowing Trent better than most of the others.

"Miss Graff would likely find it funny," Ashley guessed. Poet nodded at that.

"Ms. Zee seems pretty flirty," Meagan stated.

"Oh, yeah! Wanda would get a kick out of it. Give her added stimulation for the lonely nights ahead," Teresa remarked about the school nurse and coach of the Honeybears. "She's the best one if you ask me."

"Tuesday might be a better call," Hannah corrected her rival. "She's only a first-year teacher and assistant cheer coach. So, it's not too much of a stretch for Trent to think he has a shot."

"Miss Brass might not mind," Madison agreed.

"My brother is not an idiot," Tiara finally chimed in, sending a dirty look at Sharon. "He might be dopey at times, but he's not going to send to someone that will freak out."

"Maybe he's sending it to one of your friends," Rebecca teased.

"He's been in there a while. Should we check on him?" Karen asked.

"Maybe he fell in," Bianca cracked, but the bathroom door opening stopped the laughter.

Trent strutted into the room confidently. He asked for Poet's phone number and swiftly sent her the video.

"Well, who did you send it to?" Sharon impatiently demanded.

"Your mom."

"What?"

"You better not have!" Carl snapped.

"Yeah, your mom is as much a freak as you. She practically begged me to drive over to your house and fuck her in the ass," Trent told Sharon.

"Majestic," breathed Poet, staring at her phone.

The Harrington twins scrambled over to watch the video. Curiosity got the best of Heather and Hannah, who joined them.

"Hey, Ti, you want to see your brother's cock?" Hannah teased.

Tiara was too occupied in telling Carl to calm down.

"You're lying," Sharon stated confidently. "My parents are both working at Ravers Enterprises overnight. That's how we were able to sneak out."

"That's right!" Carl exclaimed. "Mom's overseeing the development of a better virus test."

"Who did you send it to?" Heather asked, admiring the size of his cock. Never had a black one yet. Hmm, it looks tasty.

"Poppy Dufor. She's not likely to call the cops on me, and might be interested," Trent informed everyone.

"See, I told you my brother wasn't that stupid," Tiara added.

"What did I miss?" Charlie asked, returning with a tray of drinks.

Trent spun the bottle, and it ended up pointed at Rebecca.

"Truth," she said before he could even ask. Considering his foul mood at the moment, Rebecca didn't want to take any chances with a Dare.

"You prefer to spank or be spanked?" Trent asked.

"Can I say both?" Rebecca laughed. "If I had to choose one, then I say I prefer getting spanked."

"I bet you do," Matt commented, earning eye rolls from most of the girls.

Rebecca gave the bottle a twirl, and it found Meagan.

"I think I'll go the easy route this time," the white-haired girl said.

"C'mon, people need to take more Dares," Heather complained, but Meagan refused to take the bait.

"I think I have a good one. Who's the most inappropriate person that you've had a sexual dream about?" Rebecca asked. Her sister, Hannah, Teresa, and Tiara all complimented the question.

"Crappity crap," Meagan groaned. Then, she noticed a mistake in the question. "Oh, but you only asked for the person and not for the details."

"Damn!" Rebecca cursed her mistake.

"You still need to say why the person's inappropriate to have a sex dream about," Karen quickly added. "We all don't know everyone and their relationships."

"Yeah, alright. This is more a two-parter as it involved a threesome," Meagan started.

"Nice," Matt remarked, while several others such as Brandon, Trent, Logan, and Kevin all leaned forward to hear better.

"First is Chloe McRose. She's one of my closest friends, straight, and a sweet, innocent girl. She also happens to have quite the boobs for a fellow soccer player. That's why it was inappropriate."

Kevin and Bandon nodded at the busty description. They both were well aware of Chloe's assets through their friendships with Zack, her best friend.

"And?" Rebecca encouraged the other name.

"Gavin Westher. He's Chloe's good friend...and he's a guy. I don't like guys."

"Wondrous," Poet commented.

"Hey, Sharon, it looks you got some competition for the geek," Yelena mocked the cheerleader. Sharon responded with a single finger on her hand.

"See, even dykes want dick," Matt nodded, knowingly.

"Watch the language, dirtbag," Lindsey snapped, growing tiresome of his pervy attitude.

"Ooh, Cole, I didn't know you carpet munched. I best those lovely legs like to scissor another hottie."

"Leave my cousin alone," Brandon ordered.

"Dreams are so messed up," Meagan declared, starting the spin to see who's next. "And fortune does smile on a lady," she added, seeing where the bottle stopped.

"Bring it on. I'm not afraid," Matt proclaimed.

"Truth or Dare."

"Dare, of course."

"Make it a good one," Heather prodded, speaking what every woman in the room hoped.

"Okay. You like to mock me for liking girls? Let's see how your skills swing the other way," Meagan hinted, locking eyes with the muscular man. "Get a piece of fruit and eat it in the sexist way possible."

"Hell yeah!" Karen applauded.

"Awesome idea," Delilah laughed, high-fiving Madison.

"I like the way you think," Hannah complimented. "There's nothing wrong with learning to go both ways, Matt."

"Sure, I can do that. I love me some melons," Matt said, shrugging.

"Oh! Let me see what we have. I don't think the cabin is stocked with very much fruit and vegetables," Heather said, jumping to her feet and racing into the kitchen.

"I wouldn't be so cocky," Sharon warned.

"What? I said I'm cool with this one. It will get me warmed up for whatever pair of melons I'm feasting on later tonight." Matt's eyes slowly went around the circle scoping out the breasts on display in the skimpier outfits.

"Yep, just as I thought. This is all we have," Heather lied as she returned with only a banana and a cucumber.

"You can't be serious. I'm not doing fag shit," Matt sneered.

"Failure to do a Dare means you're out of the game," Logan informed him. Sharon motioned for him to say more. "And it means you can't even watch the rest of the game."

"Yes, you'll have to either leave or wait in the bunkhouse," Heather added.

"Goddamn, you all!" Matt bellowed, moving over to snatch the banana out of Heather's hand. "Bunch of bitches and asshole."

"Matt, lay off the brews for a while," Carl told his friend, while Matt took a swig from the beer bottle.

"Am I getting belligerent again?" Matt asked, rolling his eyes. He started disdainfully at the banana in his hand.

"Well, yeah, but we also need to open up at some point tomorrow. I don't want you too hungover to do any work," Carl informed his friend and business partner.

"I'll be fine," he blew off the concern, while slowly unpeeling the banana.

"You're Dare requires you to eat it in the sexist way possible. That means no chomping it down right away," Meagan reminded.

"Maybe that's what he fantasizes doing to a cock," Teresa teased.

"Fuck off!" Matt said, licking the end of the banana.

"Ooh, work that tongue," Hannah cheered, giving the other girls ideas.

"Yeah, swirl that tip," Rebecca directed.

"You like the taste?" Yelena inquired.

"Look at him, he loves the taste," Sharon mocked.

Matt's eyes sent a murderous glare at his friend's sister.

"You need to lubricate it more. Drool on that big dick," Teresa ordered.

"Start to slowly take it inside your mouth," Karen directed.

"Not too fast, rookie. Or you'll gag on it," Heather chimed in.

"Oh, I don't think he's a rookie. Look at those skills," Lindsey mock speculated, finally getting into the game.

Matt flipped off the older Cole.

"Pay attention to your chore, or you'll bite it!" Bianca snapped.

"No, use your teeth to scrap the dong!" Poet urged, getting a few odd looks.

Most of the guys either started to look away or they watched only out of the side of their eyes. Watching another guy fake suck a dick substitute wasn't hot for them. Even the fun of watching Matt make a fool of himself faded as they realized they could be put into a similar or even worse Dare.

"Yeah, that's it. Open your mouth wide and deep throat that fruity dick," Hannah urged.

Gagging, Matt spit the banana out of his mouth.

"No, spitting! You need to swallow," Tiara ordered, earning a high-five from her brother.

"Fuck that. I'm done," Matt stated.

"That wasn't all that sexy," Meagan evaluated.

"It just shows that he has no skills at being sexy," Lindsey remarked, garnering another hard glare.

"Wait until I get you," Matt threatened.

"True, very true," Sharon agreed with Lindsey. "That must be why no girl will date him."

Matt started to move over to spin the bottle.

"Hold up! You need to finish. The Dare was to eat the banana," Meagan reminded. She pointed at the drool and spit covered banana.

"I'm going to get all of you," Matt spat as he looked down at the piece of fruit.