Trent

"This is so perfect!" Poet clapped her hands in excitement over who the bottle stopped at.

"Tough luck, man," Kessler said to a speechless Trent.

The usually boisterous teenager sat silent and stone-faced as he dreaded what might come next. Having already used his lone Truth to embarrass himself, and a Dare to send a video of his dick to another woman, Trent couldn't imagine this night getting any worse. But after the eccentric artist's story moments earlier, he felt a pit in his stomach.

"Truth or Dare!"

"I think he's stuck with only a Dare at this point," Charlie pointed out.

"Don't we still need to make it official? I think we do," Poet declared, motioning at Trent.

"Uh, Dare..." he responded, before faltering and glancing around for an escape. "Do I have to?"

"You do unless you want to drop out of the game," Heather informed him. "That's it, Carl, work on my arms some more."

"I Dare you to be my inspiration, and let me sketch your portrait...naked," Poet said.

"Wha..." Trent's jaw dropped down.

"Holy shit!" Brandon exclaimed, laughing until Ashley's slap to his arm caused him to hold it in.

"Well, that's, uh, original," Heather commented, looking around at her friends.

"That's fucking crazy...in a very creative way," Bianca started to laugh at before Yelena's warning glare caused her to avoid upsetting her odd classmate.

"Y-You can't be serious?" Trent finally found the words to question the Dare.

"Absolutely!" Poet replied. "After I saw your majestic member in your video, I knew I needed to draw you."

"Now?!"

"Yes. I have the scene set in my head, and I can't lose the moment," Poet explained, standing up.

"Here?"

"No. I need peace and quiet, along with no distractions," she replied to Trent.

"Aw, that's too bad. I wanted to watch," Delilah remarked with a laugh, continuing her back and forth with Trent. Next to her, Madison giggled in agreement, earning a sharp glare from her brother.

"Just don't get too carried away in a bedroom, Trentie," Tiara teased her younger brother.

"Bedroom?" Trent's head swung around, hoping for any way out of this predicament.

"The master bedroom gets a lovely moonlight reflection off the lake this time of the year," Logan pointed out with a broad grin.

"An upstairs room would put your closer to the stars," Brandon snickered, earning another arm slap from his girlfriend.

"The bunkhouse overlooks the lake. That would be an incredible background," Sharon added, unable to resist teasing Trent.

"No!" Poet stated, cutting off the suggestions. "I want my muse on the floor of the sunroom with a fire in the woodstove."

"Sounds great to me!" Heather happily remarked. She glanced back at Carl before turning to check out Sharon's reaction. "Please do my legs now."

"How long is this going take?" Trent asked, slowly rising to his feet.

"Not too long. I'm a fast worker," Poet stated, rushing to the foyer to grab her large sketchpad. "But only as long as you stay perfectly still...and fully erect!"

"I knew I shouldn't have snuck out for this dumb party," Trent responded, head down as he shuffled his feet in the direction of his awaiting ****.

"Don't worry. If Trish does bust us for sneaking out, I'm sure you won't get grounded after Mom and Dad hear what you went through," Tiara called after him.

"Hey, you need to spin first!" Charlie called after him.

"Are you goddamn serious?" Trent stormed back over, spun the bottle, and walked away before it stopped.

"Oh shit," groaned numerous people sitting around the circle as they saw who had the next turn.

"Hey, you need to ask me a question!" Matt yelled after Trent.

"Do I look like I care? Take a frigging shirt off or something!"

"Yeah, I can do that. Wait until you ladies catch sight of all this," Matt commented as he ripped his shirt over his head. He then motioned down at his muscular, toned figure, taking extra time to highlight his six-pack abs. "See, this is what a real man, a fighter, looks like, ladies." He finished by flexing his arms and performing a shadow boxing combo.

Hannah offered the opinion that a majority of the girls felt at the sight of his upper body. "Too bad that body wasn't on a much nicer person."

"I can say the same thing about you, babydoll." Matt walked a few steps until he loomed over the empty wine bottle. "Oh, whatever luck might I have."

Dread filled the circle as people held their breaths as the bottle spun and spun. It slowed down and nearly pointed at Karen, leaving her to breathe a sigh of relief as it inched further, but her twin wasn't as lucky.

"It's your lucky day, babe," Matt promised with an evil supervillain smile. Rebecca held her head high, trying not to show the concern she felt.

"Hold up!" Sharon exclaimed, leaning forward and waving her hands.

"What the fuck? It's my turn!" Matt complained.

"No, it's not about that. It's been five turns, Carl. Time to stop massaging Heather," Sharon informed her brother while shooting a dirty look at Ashley.

"Wow, you were keeping count? Is something the matter, Shar?" the buxom brunette asked with a smirk.

"Someone had to," Sharon replied as her brother reluctantly backed away from her friend.

"Thank you for such deep, hard work. You really gave it to me," Heather purred, looking over her shoulder at the older guy. "I know you aren't being **** any longer, but my heels killed my feet. Could you be a sweetie and help a gal out for a couple more turns?"

Carl couldn't turn down those batted eyelashes, and his shone brightly as Heather swing her legs around to place them on his lap. She grinned knowingly at the raised bulge.

"Hey, you can't extend a Dare!" Sharon snapped.

"It's not an extension, but a favor," Heather responded, while Matt nodded with a glare at his sister that screamed to shut up. With her back now to the circle, the party hostess, added over her shoulder, "You may continue."

"You know what I always like to see? Two hot girls making out. But then I think there must be a way to make that even better. Do you know how? Two hot sisters making out. And I got me a pair of hot twins in this room," Matt leered at both Harrington twins. "Rebecca, I Dare you to make out, hot and heavy, with Karen for the next five minutes."

"Five minutes!" Karen exclaimed. "That's not right."

"My Dare, my call," Matt said smugly.

"Actually, five minutes is too long. We don't want turns to take forever. Let's make it only two," Heather commented.

"What gives you the right to change my Dare?" Matt growled.

"Heather's the queen of the cabin. Deal with it," Logan warned. It wasn't that he was against five minutes of Charlie's hot sisters swapping tongues, but he just didn't like Matt.

"More pussy bullshit. Just for that, I'll make your cousin blow you later," muttered Matt. He motioned to Rebecca. "Well, get on with it. Let's see you and your sister become closer."

"Oh please. Do you think we haven't kissed before? Guys at parties are putty in our hands when we do," Rebecca smirked, turning to face Karen, who didn't entirely sell the indifference as well as her twin.

Time seemed to stand still for multiple party guests as the two pale skin, black-haired beauties stared into each other's gray eyes as their faces slowly moved toward each other. Matt practically drooled in anticipation. Logan wondered how he never set this show up before with his close friend's sisters, while Kessler hoped the ground he'd laid last summer with one twin might lead to both. Of all the girls, Meagan licked her lips as she'd previously fantasized about a threesome with the twins.

At the other end of the spectrum, Lindsey appeared almost sick to her stomach. Sharon hated how guys could get so obsessed with two girls kissing. Ashley worriedly glanced around as she watched Hannah's face light up in anticipation of the kissing. I hope nobody dares me and Hannah to kiss. She'll go through with it! Her rival, Bianca, had a similar thought. She wasn't against kissing Teresa, but not in a dumb game of Truth or Dare. I'd be down if we score that threesome with Cormac.

Of all the guests, Charlie cringed the most as he stared across the room, studying the brickwork on the fireplace. Unfortunately, his effort to avoid watching his sisters make out came crashing down.

"Yo, Harrington! You're supposed to be recording the Dares," Matt reminded him. "I want a record of my handiwork."

"Can't someone else? Please?" Charlie pleaded, looking for volunteers.

"Nope! It makes this even better if you record it," Matt sneered, loving the younger brother's queasy face.

"Fine." Charlie raised his phone in his sisters' direction and began filming. With the camera lined up, he looked away.

Winking at her little brother before he looked away, Rebecca turned back to her twin, and leaned forward, As their lips met, a few murmurs of awe sounded around the room, along with some annoyed eye-rolls. Rebecca led the kiss, mashing her lips against the identical pair. That lasted for fifteen seconds, until Karen took over, applying enough ****, that her sister dipped back slightly. After a similar amount of time, the twins broke off their illicit kiss.

"Cherry?" Karen asked her breathing faster than usual.

"Uh-huh. Strawberry?" Rebecca asked, rubbing her finger along her sister's lips and lip gloss. Karen nodded as she closed her eyes, sucking on the tip of her twin's fingers.

Groans could be heard as most of the guys in the room shifted to get more comfortable. Still, one guy wasn't happy.

"Let's see some tongue action," Matt ordered.

"You want my tongue in Karen's mouth rather than my finger?" Rebecca asked, teasing everybody by sliding her finger in until it was knuckle-deep.

"Fuck yeah," Matt responded, before lecherously adding, "I should've had you put your tongue into another part of your sister."

"I think we'd save that for only a special guy," Rebecca hinted with a cheeky grin at the room. "And that'd never be you."

"A ring on one of our fingers might be the key to that lock," Karen added with a playful wink after her sister's finger left her mouth. "Tongue time?"

"Totally," Rebecca replied as the twins worked perfectly to close the distance before extending their tongues out to just meet at the tips.

Shifting a centimeter or two, the two exposed tongues swirled around each other to the view of the other guests. Charlie clenched his teeth as he heard his friends and classmates practically moaning at the sight unseen to him. Every pair of eyes watched as the tongues slithered around one another. For many guests, they were experiencing an erotic exhibit, and for others, a disgusting trainwreck that they couldn't pry their eyes away from.

As it was her Dare, Rebecca took the lead, cupping Karen's face as she brought her mouth in against her twin's. Karen reciprocated, bring her hand up to softly stroke her twin's cheek, while Rebecca's hand moved around to the back of her head. Those closest to the twins could tell that they stared deeply into one another's gray eyes during the intensely erotic kiss.

As their tongues danced, delighted, and explored each other's mouths, the girls' bodies moved closer together. Rebecca practically crawled onto Karen's lap as moans and lip-smacking filled the room. Hands moved down their sibling's body. They would've likely explored and caressed if it wasn't for a sharp call from their remaining sibling.

"Time!" Charlie yelled. "Time's up! Time!" he added as his phone kept on beeping.

"Motherfucker!" Matt bellowed. "That's why I wanted five minutes."

No one publicly wanted to agree with him, but privately a sizeable number of the spectators wished the kiss had gone on longer. The Harrington twins, breathing heavily, pulled apart as they blushingly smiled at each other. At least five guys in the living room vowed to make other girls kiss on their next turn.

"Uh, it's your turn, Rebecca," Logan spoke in a hoarse voice, his hand unsuccessfully attempting to hide his hard dick. He felt guilty as Charlie glanced in his direction.

"Sure thing," Rebecca stated brightly, bouncing up to her feet. She watched with anticipation as the bottle spun and spun, eventually stopping to point at Kevin. "Truth or Dare?"

"I have a Truth left...but what the hell. Dare me!" Kevin stated, feeling excited after the last turn.

"It's time for some manly eye candy, I think. Right, girls?" Rebecca inquired, examining her fellow female guests. Murmurs and vocal cries of agreement met her suggestion. "I guess the ayes have it. I Dare you to strip down to your boxers."

Kevin paused for a long moment, suddenly feeling shy. Still, he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, so he tore his shirt off and threw it at Rebecca. Kicking off his shoes, while he unbuckled his belt, he hurriedly dropped his jeans to his ankles. Kicking them across the room, Kevin apologized as they hit Hannah in the face.

"Oh, don't be," the busty blonde responded to his apology. "Not with that trouser snake."

Sheepishly, Kevin realized that the other girls either blatantly stared at his boxer-briefs, or they peeked while trying to act like they weren't. Even his cousin, Delilah, gave a quick glance, before swiftly turning her head, and muttering to herself, "I did not just look."

"Enjoying the view, ladies?" Kevin asked, stepping toward the bottle. The basketball player felt pride in seeing that nearly all of them liked what they saw. All that practicing for games paid off. " I won't be the only one in my underwear shortly. If I get one of you, then you'll be joining me."

The shyer girls watched in horror as the top of the bottle approached them before moving along.