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 ï>¿Self Dares by stripgnd

   Self Dares Ch.  07

   Mutual testing of a new toy, a strip game and embarrassment.

   Work was ridiculously busy, but I only had an hour left on my shift so I
could see the light at the end of the tunnel.  I had been asked if I would
do the evening as well, but I had two sex toys in my rucksack and I was
going round to Hanna's.  Hanna knew that I was going round to hers, but she
didn't know that I had the toys.  I hadn't even told her that I had bought
them.  I was beyond excited.  Both of her parents were away for the night,
and her brother usually goes out on a Saturday as well, so that would leave
the house to us.  A nervous anticipation coursed through me as my
imagination constructed eventualities.  Both good and bad.  It would either
be awesome or a giggly awkward experience.

   We are very close, we have slept together a couple of times.  I know
that she has toys and she knows that I have toys as well.  We have even
done a comparison of what we have when bored at each other's houses, but we
have never used them, or even spoken about using them while in each other's
company.  Either way, even if we didn't share the experience directly I had
bought one for her anyway.  So it would be an awesome present if nothing
else.

   I was serving my millionth customer for that day when I was asked if I
could go and grab another box of bar snacks from the store room.  I just
nodded in reply and finished serving my customer.  "Two pints please love,"
a middle-aged guy requested the second he saw I wasn't serving anyone.

   "Yeah, two secs," I said as I held two fingers up to indicate I had seen
him.  To be fair to him he had been at the bar for a while and hadn't been
served.  I tapped Ella on the shoulder as I went behind her and she looked
at me.  "He is next," I said pointing at the same guy.  She nodded in reply
and I went to the store room.

   The storeroom was behind the bar, through the kitchen and down some
stairs.  You could get to it via the trap door behind the bar, but when it
was this busy they didn't like the floor being lifted for safety purposes.
Looking at it it was a stupid design choice.  Dangerous.  I guess when it
was designed, health and safety started and stopped at "if you get back
from work alive you are fine."

   I went into the storeroom and was greeted with Alice on her knees with
Elijah's cock down her throat.  Both of them heard me opening the door
before they saw and they were both mid scramble to distance themselves from
their predicament.  Elijah was more concerned his cock was out as he tucked
himself away.  Not an easy task when it is rock hard and the size of his.
Yes, I had a look.  I also wondered what he did when he just got a random
erection during the day.  There is no hiding that, well, I guess there is
as I have worked with him for a while now and never seen any obvious signs.
Even so, it was impressive and I say that with a fair amount of
trepidation, I am fairly sure he would snap my pelvis in half like a twig.
I am not sure I would ever say this about male genitalia as it isn't the
most aesthetically pleasing, but he does have a beautiful cock.  It looks
like one of those perfect sex toys that you can get.  Helped massively by
the super bright strip lights reflecting off Alice's saliva that was all
over it.

   Alice leapt up, wiped her mouth and tried to not look guilty.  "I guess
that answers that then," I said, deflecting my eyes as they sorted
themselves out.  It has been rumoured for a while now that they were
banging each other.  It is hard to put your finger on what caused the
suspicion, it is just that extra level of comfort you have with someone
when you have been intimate with them.  Friends will never have the same
chemistry as a couple who are screwing each other.  You can't say for sure,
but you can have a good guess when in a group of people who is banging who
with the dynamic.  They had that dynamic, although neither of them had
admitted that they were in a relationship.  I assume they are in some sort
of relationship considering she was knelt on a stone floor with his dick
down her throat.  Stone floors are not comfortable on the knees.  Of
course, she may just be short of a few bucks and just want his tips.  Who
am I to judge?

   "Oops," Alice said, "We are on our break," she added as she explained
why neither of them was helping behind the busy bar.

   "Just grabbing some snacks," I said as I picked up a box.  I grinned at
her as she looked at me with that shy "been busted" expression.  "The room
at the back locks you know," I said as I gestured towards the back of the
storeroom.

   "Does it?" Alice said as she looked at it.

   "It does," I grinned at her, "Just saying..."

   Elijah just stood there shyly.  That was the ultimate frustration there
for a guy.  I had properly ruined that moment for him.  I wondered if she
was going to swallow it.  I assume so as she didn't obviously have a tissue
to spit into and spitting it onto the floor would be gross.  "Soz," I said,
"I will leave you to it.  You have a few mins...  enjoy," I added with a
coy smile.

   "Don't tell anyone?" Alice asked.

   "I won't," I said, "No one will care though."

   "I know," Alice said, "But it will get back to my Dad and he is a dick,"
she said.

   "Oh, okay," I said nodding my head as I caught on to what she was
saying. I glanced at Elijah and grinned.  "Sorry," I said.  Sorry for
fucking up that moment and also sorry for Alice's Dad being a dick.

   I closed the door behind me and headed back up to the bar.  I put the
snacks where the empty box was and went back to serving.  Ella pointed at a
guy and I took his order first.  It was usually busy at this time on a
Saturday, but this was insane.  Most people were eating, so we usually got
away with just running drinks to tables, but people were ordering at the
bar for some reason.  It must have been bad, even the manager was helping
out with work and not just showing his face and sorting out customer
niggles.  "Sorry girls," he said to us, "The food ordering app is down.  We
are hoping to have it sorted in the next hour," he added.

   That explains that then.  Instead of stuff going directly to the
kitchen, it was all coming through us.  I also noted how he included
himself in the solution to the problem.  He had no idea, the issue was with
the tech people, he had nothing to do with the fix other than ringing the
company that maintains it and telling them it isn't working.

   I was jealous of Alice.  I know that is childish.  Elijah was massive
and would likely split me in half while causing massive internal injuries,
but damn, I would love a ride on that.  He was more or less twice the size
of Andy, both length and girth.  I squealed like a pig when speared on
Andy's, imagine the noises I would make speared on that weapon.  Probably
an unsexy gurgling and rattle as blood came out of my mouth and whatever
hole down there that he decided to abuse as I died from massive internal
injuries.  I grinned at the absurdity of that.  I would still love to try
it though.

   "I am done," I said to the manager at three minutes past my shift.

   "Yeah, awesome, cheers for today.  Have a nice night Sophie," he replied
with a smile.  He could have applied a bit of pressure on me staying for
the evening as well, but he just wasn't like that.  He had asked, I had
said that I couldn't and that was that.  I clocked out on the machine,
collected my bag and left to go to Hanna's.

   Sophie -- OMW

   Hanna -- Awesome, see you in a bit

   I arrived 20 minutes later and tapped on the door.  It was always a
strange one.  She has said many a time that I can just go in, but it felt
weird going into someone else's house unannounced.  She opened it ad let me
in.  "Hiya," she grinned at me.

   "Hey," I replied as I stepped inside hugging her on the way in.  She was
wearing jeans and a vest top.  I assume she had panties on, but there was
definitely no bra.  Her house is always cool with the air conditioning and
her nipples were reflecting that fact.

   "Wanna drink?" she offered which I accepted.  I followed her into the
kitchen where she poured me a drink.  "We have company," she said pulling a
sad expression.

   "Brother?" I asked to which she nodded, "That is a shame, I have a gift
for you," I said with a smile.

   "Ooo, I like gifts," she said looking at me.

   We went upstairs and into her room closing the door behind us.  I opened
my bag and handed her the box.  She took it and it took her a few seconds
to see what it was.  "No fucking way, when did you get this?" she asked,
"And more importantly why the fuck haven't you tried it?" she asked as she
referred to the shrink wrapping.

   "It is yours," I grinned at her as I took the second box out of my bag.

   "Oh no way," she said staring at me, "These are like...  well...  a
lot," she said.

   "Treated you," I said.

   "You are awesome," she said, "Are they good?" she asked as she unwrapped
the shrink wrap and slid the toy out of the packaging

   "I haven't really tried it," I said, "Not properly."

   "Oooo, they sync up don't they?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes,
"Are we gonna have a cum race?" she said with a mischievous smile.

   "Maybe not with your brother in," I said looking at her.  I masturbate
in the house all the time when people are in, but never with the added
intensity of toys as that is just asking for trouble.

   "Wimp," she teased, "You can cum quietly can't you?" she asked.

   "Probably not with that thing assaulting me," I admitted.

   She laughed at that and unpacked her toy.  She plugged it in and set it
on her bedside table.  "I assume we can just set the vibration to low?" she
asked to which I nodded.  "Well then..." she concluded.

   "Is it just your brother in?" I asked.

   "Yeah, as far as I know," she said, "He said he may go out later, but he
wasn't moving very much to get ready to go out," she said.

   I took my toy out and handed it to her so she could have a look while
hers charged up.  I handed her my phone and she unlocked it with her
fingerprint (no secrets and total trust between us, my fingerprint is
registered on her phone as well).  She opened up the app and quickly worked
out how it worked.  She held it in her hand and a small smile slowly spread
until it was a beaming grin.  "Fucking hell," she giggled, "I can tell now
how good that is going to be," she added.

   "I know right." I agreed.  She has the exact same reaction that I did
the first time I held it.  The supple firmness of the toy itself and then
the laser-focused vibration function just felt right.  In cheaper toys, you
can sometimes feel the mechanical side of them.  You can feel the inner
workings of it which do give a little disconnect with the experience.  I am
of course being hyper-picky

   here.  I am an 18-year-old girl, stick anything phallus shape in me and
I am enjoying it, make it vibrate and I am enjoying it a lot, make it
vibrate anywhere near my g-spot or clit and I am embarrassing myself.  With
this one though it physically felt really good.  Once you have added in the
sexual function of the toy...  well...  hello multiple orgasms.

   "Have you tried it?" she asked.

   "Only briefly," I said, "Never had the house to myself since I have had
it," I added.

   "And?" she prompted.

   She wasn't asking why it made a difference if I wasn't home alone or
not, she knows about the aversion my family have to knocking before coming
in.  She was asking for a first impressions review.  "Really really good,"
I replied with a smile.  "On earthquake, I lasted 15 seconds," I added.

   "Wow, 15 seconds?" she clarified to which I nodded, "No warm up?  Just
15 seconds and orgasm?"

   "Well, a bit of a warm-up to get it in," I said stating the obvious.  I
suppose I could have used lube and gone in dry effectively, but lube is
money, taking a few minutes to get a bit excited is free.  "But yes, it was
instantly more intense than what I knew I could resist and within 15
seconds I was cross-eyed."

   "A proper toe curler?" she asked as she probed for the orgasm intensity.

   "Oh fuck yes," I said, "Not a small one.  A proper intense orgasm."

   "Awesome," she giggled.  She glanced at the LED status of hers and
frowned.  "Come on...  charge," she said.

   "Are we syncing them up?" I asked.

   "I reckon so yeah," she said looking at me.

   "But not on earthquake," I grinned at her.

   "Oh fuck no," she smiled back at me, "We need a fighting chance.  A race
is no fun if both participants are out of it after 15 seconds."

   "No one will come in?" I clarified.

   "Nar," she said.

   "And the loser of the race..." I began.  She grinned at me in a way that
I didn't like the look of.  She had a devious plan and I am sure I wouldn't
like it.  "What?" I prompted.

   "If you lose..." she began, "My brother sees you naked."

   "Errr...  what?" I said instantly as an automatic reaction.  He fancies
me and has hit on me so many times it has almost become a running joke. 
Every time we are out and he is around someone usually asks if he has hit
on me yet.  I guess it is a little bit cruel on him, but it is all in good
fun and he is in on the joke as well.  In fact, he has propositioned me
with the opening line of "Well, because I haven't asked you yet today... 
you wanna come back to mine?" The idea of him seeing me naked though made
my tummy flutter a little bit.  Not in a sexual way or anything like that,
more in an "oh shit" sort of way.  He has never seen me naked, he has never
even seen me topless.  The most he has seen is me in sleepwear and the
sleepwear is fairly conservative if I am at someone else's house wearing
it. The exhibitionist side of me though was coming around to the idea.  It
didn't take it long, any sort of exposure and it woke up and started paying
attention.

   "You heard," she grinned at me.

   "So if I cum first, I get naked and flash your brother?" I clarified.

   She nodded slowly.  "Well I was more thinking of a more drawn-out time
span than a quick flash, but yeah, essentially, if you lose, he sees you
naked.  Full frontal, no covering or awkward standing positions to hide
anything.  He sees you naked," she explained.

   "How will we engineer that?" I asked.  "It would be a little weird to
just go into his room naked for no reason."

   She thought for a few seconds.  "Honesty is the best policy," she said,
"Hi, I lost a game, so here you go.  And then you get naked."

   "Oh, so I wear something and then strip?" I asked.

   "Yeah, I reckon so," she said.  "Or are you chicken?" she goaded.

   "Never a chicken," I grinned at her.  "The question is are you a
chicken? Same forfeit for you," I said smiling at her.

   "My brother?" she said staring at me with a shocked expression.  She
would have been expecting a similar sort of forfeit, but other than me only
her brother was here and although it would have been the greatest day of my
brother's life seeing her naked, he wasn't here.  If we didn't do the
forfeits now, the next time we were at mine the moment would have passed
and she would get away with it.

   "Has he seen you naked?" I asked.

   "Not naked no," she said, "I slept topless on holiday that time, but
other than that...  no."

   "Well then, you get the easier deal," I said, "He has already seen your
boobs."

   "He doesn't want to see me naked," she argued.

   "Yeah, maybe not," I conceded, "But you REALLY REALLY don't want him to
see you naked," I reasoned.  It was true and that was the main reason for
it.  He didn't want to see his sister naked.  Or if my brother is anything
to go by, maybe he did, but whatever.  The crux though was that she really
didn't want to be naked in front of him, and that is what makes the
forfeit. It evens it up, I didn't want him to see me, and she didn't want
him to see her.  Both were for very different reasons, but the stakes were
similar.

   I may have pushed it a little bit too far, she seemed very hesitant.  I
was invested though now, there was a chance I could make her get naked and
embarrass her.  That is assuming I won, if I lost then it would be me who
was naked and embarrassed, but that is kind of the draw of the game.  "I'll
tell you what," I said, "Whoever loses, we let your brother decide how much
he sees."

   "What do you mean?" she asked, her interest piqued again and internally
I smiled to myself.

   "So if you lose you will be wearing a t-shirt and panties.  You go into
his room, tell him you lost a game against me and you have to take your
t-shirt off.  If he wants he can tell you to fuck off, and that is the end
of the forfeit.  Otherwise, the shirt comes off.  Then you say that the
full dare was nudity and ask him if your panties are coming off as well," I
explained.

   She listened and slowly nodded as I spoke.  It massively put the
advantage back to her again.  If I lost there was no way in hell he was
allowing me to keep my panties on, I was 100% getting naked.  If she lost
there was a chance he would let her off removing her panties.  Hell, there
was a chance he would tell her to get out before she took her t-shirt off.
"And the same for you?" she asked.

   "Uh-huh," I nodded, "And let me be honest if I lose those there is no
way my panties are staying on."

   She grinned knowingly as she agreed with me.  After a few moments, we
agreed to the game.  Of course, first, there was the small matter of an
orgasm race.  Or maybe orgasm resistance would be a better description,
there is no prize in winning this race.  Her toy eventually finished
charging and after a bit of debate, it was agreed that we would do this
part fully clothed.  A few reasons.  It would be funny to see each of us
experiencing such a sensation with no external visual stimulus.  It offered
an emergency last line of defence if her brother did come in for whatever
reason.  The final reason was purely the taboo of mutual masturbation. 
Which is insane as I have quite literally had my face buried between her
legs and my tongue in her, but the thought of masturbating naked while we
watch each other felt a little bit too exposed for want of a better word.
There was also the added bonus that it would add further weight to the
forfeit if the first time anyone was seen naked was on the forfeit.

   We linked both devices to my phone and prepared them.  That is the
polite way of saying we inserted them.  My phone was set to totally random
and to match the two toys up.  So whatever I experienced as did she, and
vice versa.  "Ready?" I asked.

   "God no," she said grinning, "This is going to turn me into a gooey
mess," she added.

   "Are you ready to join me as a pile of goo?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  Go," she said.

   I tapped the start icon and placed my phone down on the bed.  Neither of
us was wearing shoes, but other than that we were fully clothed.  Jeans,
t-shirt and panties in my case.  I assume she had panties on.  "Oh wow," I
said instantly as the toy leapt to life inside me.  The sensation went from
zero to out of control in less than a second.  When I play with myself I
can control my orgasm to a point.  Now don't get me wrong, do it right and
no matter what I do I am cumming, but I can resist an orgasm fairly
reliably to extend the playtime.  Tensing or relaxing muscles down there to
enhance or diminish the pleasure.  The LOVENSE though removed any such
control instantly.  I was instantly at the mercy of the toy.  If the random
Gods that were controlling it at this moment in time decided that I needed
30 seconds of earthquake I was losing, and I was losing badly.

   "Holy fuck," Hanna gasped which reminded me about the game we were
playing.  I blinked my eyes into some sort of focus and took solitude in
the fact that her expression was similar to mine.  A look of uncontrolled
and panicked pleasure.  This was anyone's game.  Either one of us could
climax at any second, and it was likely to be a short game either way.  "Oh
shit...  how the fuck does it do that?" she asked somewhat rhetorically.

   She reached her hand between her legs but closed them again and removed
her hand.  That is what it does to you.  It is next-level intense, but it
is not under your control.  You know you can achieve orgasm by just
touching there, or rubbing there, or penetrating a little bit deeper.  It
is a mix of pure unadulterated ecstasy and frustration.  It promises you a
speedy orgasm and yet keeps yanking back the promise as the mode changes
every few seconds.

   I looked at her and her entire face was contorted with pleasure.  She
looked so cute.  Her nipples were visible through her t-shirt as they grew
to their full perkiness.  We were both on her bed and had started sitting
in the middle all demure and modest.  That had lasted about three seconds.
I had slumped back so I was leaning on my hands and she was fidgeting like
she had ants in her pants.  We were both helpless, the only way we could
guarantee not cumming would be to remove the toy.  Incidentally, that had
been discussed and we had agreed that any direct interference with the toy
would be a defeat.  "Fuck," I heard myself gasp as the mode switched again
and my pussy exploded in pleasure.  It wasn't an orgasm, but damn, it had
just switched to earthquake and I was going to lose.

   "Did you just cum?" Hanna asked.  I shook my head.  "Honest...  did
you?" she pressed.

   "No, I didn't," I said shaking my head, "So fucking close though."

   "Go on...  you know you want to," she teased.  I guess earthquake is not
the pattern that she desires.  "Let yourself..." she added.

   I just shook my head as I felt my tummy muscles starting to twitch
underneath my t-shirt.  My pussy was spasming as I neared my climax and I
watched her blur and then roll up to the ceiling as my eyes crossed and
rolled into the back of my head.  "Haha," she exclaimed as she could see me
losing this battle.

   "Fuck," we both said at the same time.  My tone was pure relief.  The
mode switched and although it felt awesome still the switch-up of vibration
pattern denied me orgasm.  I would have been seriously pissed off in any
other situation, but it was instant relief.  Her fuck though was one of
surprise.

   "Oh shit," she said and I could hear the panic in her voice.  She was
cumming.  I blinked my eyes into focus again and watched her.  She stared
back at me for a fraction of a second before her eyes crossed and then
rolled into the back of her head.  She blinked them open, but it was just
the whites of her eyes that were visible.  A smile flickered on her face
for a fraction of a second.  "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck...  you win," she
said as she let herself flop onto her back as her body rippled in
uncontrolled climax.

   "Done?" I confirmed.

   "Uh hu," she nodded and I switched off the toys.  She crossed her legs
and regained her composure.  I will add here that I had very little
composure left either, but I had marginally more than her. 
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, what mode was that?" she asked.

   I checked my phone.  "Firework," I grinned at her.

   "Yeah it was," she giggled, "I think I may have wet my panties," she
added.

   "Not a problem, you are hopefully going to remove them anyway," I
grinned at her.

   We recovered our breath and got sorted out.  I was fully expecting her
to back out of our deal, but to her credit, she didn't look like she was
going to.  She stripped and put on a t-shirt.  She also swapped out her
panties as the ones she was wearing were a little bit soggy.  She hadn't
actually wee'd herself, but she had definitely made a soggy mess of them.

   "You don't have to you know," I said as I offered her a way out if she
wanted it.  Yeah, I would love to embarrass her, but at the end of the day
it is her brother and if she doesn't want to potentially get her pussy out
in front of him then I can understand that.

   She looked at me for a few seconds before she replied.  "Would you have
gone through with it?" she asked.

   I nodded.  "Yeah," I said, "But, no pressure if you really don't want
to."

   "So what instead?" she asked.  Nudity is a weird thing, isn't it?  It is
the most natural state we can achieve, and yet societal conformity dictates
we cover ourselves at pretty much any cost.

   I shrugged at her question.  I was happy to just let her off entirely. I
hadn't really thought that far ahead for alternative options.  One thing
sprang to mind though.  I smiled at her.  "Shave?" I said.

   "Too itchy," she replied."Fuck it, let's see if he wants to see me naked
or not," she added with a casual shrug.

   He was downstairs and we both went downstairs.  I was also wearing a
t-shirt and panties that I would eventually sleep in.  Just to make it more
natural that we were both in sleepwear than if just one of us went
downstairs in sleepwear with the other fully dressed.

   "Hey," Hanna said as we went into the room.

   "Sup," Steve replied looking at her and then having a good look at what
I was wearing.  The t-shirt was well above my knees, long enough to hide
what it needs to, but short enough to pique an interest.

   "Just grabbing a drink," she said, "You want owt?"

   "No ta," he said raising his full bottle of beer.

   I had agreed to let her do the talking.  If she wanted to bail last
minute then I was okay with that.  She was into exhibitionism and the like,
but nowhere near as much as I was.  She made us a couple of drinks and went
back into the living room.  She waited until Steve noticed her again. 
"Wanna go?" he offered.  He was playing a game on the PS5.

   "No, ta," she said and I clearly saw her take a deep breath.  "I have
lost a game, and as a forfeit, I have to take off my t-shirt," she said
looking at him.

   "Errr..  okay," he said looking at her and back at me again.

   She waited for a few heartbeats to give him time to protest, but when
none came she slowly lifted the t-shirt up and over her head dropping it
onto the floor.  She covered her chest, but only for a second, and then she
dropped her arms to her side.  "Oooooooookay," he said as he stared at his
half-naked sister.  "Why?" He asked as he paused the game and looked at her
for a long time before he dragged his eyes away from her.

   "Strip game," Hanna said, "I lost," she added as she glanced towards me.

   "We were fairly bored," I offered.

   "What did you play?" he asked.

   "Snap," I said instantly as I saw her panicked expression when he asked
a question that she was not expecting.  Honesty is probably not the best
policy in that situation.

   "Uh hu," he said.

   "I lost these as well," Hanna said as she plucked the elastic of her
underwear, "If you want," she added.

   He looked at her and a smile flickered across his face.  He realised
that she was potentially getting naked.  I could see him wrestling with the
taboo of the situation.  When everything was boiled down there was no
escaping the fact that she was an extremely attractive girl.  Sibling or
not nudity was entertaining and he had the opportunity to force her to get
naked.  Using the word force very loosely, no one was going to force her to
do this.  Emotionally and definitely not physically.  As peer pressure is
though, reneging on the deal carried a higher long-term consequence than
the nudity itself.  At the end of the day, I have seen her naked many many
times and he was her brother.  Short of a smirk and a purely curious
viewing he would have no interest in what she looked like underneath her
panties.  She was already standing in front of him half naked and he was
barely looking at her.  Not out of shyness, just out of disinterest and I
mean that with the utmost respect of her predicament.

   "Was it a close game?" he asked.  He looked at me, but it was a general
question to either of us.

   "Very," Hanna said quickly.  Saving face.  Yeah she lost, but she was at
least going to put the loss down as a close-run thing and not a
humiliatingly one-sided defeat.

   "How close?" he asked smiling at me.

   I smiled back as I recognised his digging for pervy details.  "It went
down to the last hand," I said and then nodded slightly towards Hanna who
was still standing awkwardly in the middle of the room wearing just her
panties.  "I was down to just my panties," I added as I decided to be a
little less cryptic and just paint the image he was searching for. 
Metaphorically it was a close game anyway, if the earthquake mode had
lasted another few seconds I would be standing where Hanna was.

   "It seems harsh my baby sister gets naked after such a close game," he
said.

   My heart sank as he was going to let her off the hook.  Damn it, make
her get naked.  "That was the game," I offered.

   "How did you play?  One item per snap?  Or per hand?" he asked.

   "Per snap," Hanna said.  I saw the relief in her body as she started to
believe she was keeping her panties on.  I offered her a wry smile at her
impending last-minute reprieve and marvelled at the weight of importance we
put on panties in a strip game.  Materialistically wise they are by far the
smallest item of clothing.  Barely weighing anything and only covering the
absolute bare essentials in most styles and yet when it came to the crunch,
at this stage of a game we would cling onto them with every thread of
strength that we could muster.

   "Let me try and rescue her dignity," he said, "Play me," he suggested.

   "Er...  what?" I said as he took me by surprise.

   "Play me at snap," he said smiling at me, "If you lose you swap places,
she keeps hers on...  you...  well, you don't," he said grinning at me.

   "And if you lose?" I asked him.

   "If I lose then you get two for the price of one," he said, "She loses
her panties as agreed, and I lose my boxers."

   A smile spread across my face.  He was cute and all that, but there was
no attraction between us.  The main reward was the double embarrassment,
making them both get naked would be awesome.  On the flip side, if I lost,
well, to be an exhibitionist you kinda have to get seen every so often. 
That is the excitement.

   "Okay," I said nodding my head slowly.

   "Please don't lose," Hanna said smiling at him, "But thanks." She didn't
want him to lose for two obvious reasons, she didn't want him to see her
pussy and equally, she didn't want to see his cock, but she would have to
look.  Those are the rules.  Walk in on your Mum and Dad fucking and you
have to look, you know you don't want to see what you are looking at, but
you look anyway.

   We thrashed out the details and I went back upstairs to equalise
clothing.  We agreed on four items each.  I did consider playing the "But
but but, that isn't fair I have boobs and a pussy, my privates are on show
before yours," hand, but I didn't.  I also dug out a pack of cards from her
"random shit" drawer and went back downstairs.

   We started the game on the dining room table and adrenaline coupled with
pure nerves focused me like a laser.  I was good at snap anyway, but add in
real stakes and the first snap he didn't even move his hand before mine
slammed down onto the pile of cards "SNAP!" I said and collected the cards
up.

   "Fucking hell," Steve said, "This is going to be a short game," he said.

   He took his over-shirt off and dropped it onto the floor.  The game
continued, and again, he didn't even get a look in.  he took his top off. I
cracked a smile at his bare chest.  Yeah, he was kinda cute.  Obviously not
a gym goer, but yeah...  he had a decent body.  My attention wavered for a
second as Hanna shifted position slightly and I lost the next hand in that
instant.  I took my t-shirt off and as I didn't have a bra with me I was
wearing one of Hanna's vests as a substitute.  It was thin though and
although not see-through it offered very little protection for the two
nipple-shaped lumps from his gaze.  Being a girl is so unfair.  I am two --
one up, he is fully topless, and yet it is me who is the more exposed. 
Bullshit.  I didn't voice my complaint, but I definitely thought it.

   I won the next hand and he stood up to slide his jeans off.  One more
item left for him and I was feeling confident.  Although I didn't want to
win this easily.  I wanted a close game and yet at the same time exposing
myself to him made me nervous beyond belief.  Hanna didn't say anything,
but she looked at her brother and they exchanged an "oh shit," expression.
Competitiveness wouldn't let me lose on purpose, but exhibitionism
distracted me enough to make it way closer than it should have been.  If I
had stayed laser-focused I would have whitewashed him easily.  I would be
sat all smug, fully clothed while the two of them got naked.

   Instead, I lost the next hand and took off my jeans.  Just a vest and
panties.  "Now it gets interesting," I said to him.

   "I am just pleased I am making a game of it," he replied modestly.

   He then made a further game of it and won again.  "Vest or panties?"
Hanna quizzed.  It was a non-question, there was no way my panties were
coming off until they absolutely had to.

   Logistically panties were the better choice as I was sat at a table,
legs firmly crossed, so even with no panties on I wouldn't be showing
anything.  Losing the vest and I would be very much boobs out.  I took my
vest off and uncovered my chest.  Again, not at all fair, the clothing
tally was the same, he was fully decent, and I was very much not.

   He smiled at me and he was looking more at my chest than the cards.  I
was again laser-focused, my heart was pounding in my chest as I watched the
cards.  One slip, one distraction and I was naked.  Her brother would see
me naked.  It would be his wet dream.  He has fancied me forever and seeing
me naked must be high on his fantasy list.  Saying that I am sitting here
in a thong with my tits out, so I am assuming it is hardly a bad night for
him anyway.  I guess that would be one advantage of being female, sat here
like this and I was very distracting.  I could have twisted my body
slightly, or simply chosen to rest my arm in a more strategic place to at
least partially hide my breasts.  I didn't though, I just sat opposite him.
Calmly, a casual smile on my face as we went into what was going to be the
final round.  Both of us are down to our final item.  Boxers or panties,
one of them was about to hit the deck.  I shook my head and blinked my eyes
to remove the image from my head.  That was the last time I blinked for the
rest of the game.

   He moved, but not quick enough.  My hand slammed down a fraction of a
second before his did, "SNAP!" I said as his landed on top of mine
confirming my victory.

   "Nooooooo," Hanna said, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, so close," she said.  The
pain was obvious in her voice as she said the words.

   A weight was instantly lifted off my shoulders and I felt the pure
elation of success.  It is stupid as it was a pointless strip game with my
best mate and her brother.  It was throw away, it was pure teenage "why the
hell not".  No alcohol, no drugs, it was fuelled solely with just pure
unbridled mischief.  Hanna and Steve looked at each other.  They knew what
they had to do, and yet at the same time, both of them knew if they really
didn't want to they didn't have to.  If I had lost would I have taken my
panties off?  Fuck yes, being caught is the buzz.  Being seen is the
turn-on.

   I put my T-shirt back on but didn't bother with the vest or jeans.  I
was about to be the most dressed person in the house by a long way.  I had
may as well be comfortable and ready for bed.  Hanna and Steve looked at
each other.  Both had a look of resigned fate on their faces.  Her boobs
were awesome.  They were 34C so not massive, but they just looked perfectly
in proportion to the rest of her.  If you were drawing a female shape at
her height she would be the shape that you would draw.  I could see that
her nipples were erect but didn't comment on them.  Now was not the time
for teasing and gloating, attacking her confidence at this moment would at
best be a little bit cruel, and at worst make her call the deal off.  Her
well-toned legs seemed to look even longer when she didn't have any
trousers on.  Punctuated at the top by the bikini-style white panties that
she was wearing just made her look so sexy.

   "So who first?" Steve asked.

   "I lost first," Hanna said, "So I will go."

   "Steve, you take them off for her," I said with a mischievous grin.

   "Seriously?" Hanna said looking at me.  I just nodded my head.  "I hate
you," she said.

   "No you don't," I countered.

   They both stood up and looked at each other.  Steve kept glancing at her
underwear.  They didn't say anything and after a few seconds of awkwardly
standing in front of each other he stepped forwards and tentatively took
hold of the waistband of her panties.  She looked at the ceiling and then
closed her eyes.  He pulled them down to her ankles, stood back up and
stepped back.  His eyes glanced at her nudity at first, but he eventually
had a good look.  "Fucking hell," he said as he stared at her.  Sister or
not, she was super cute and hot.

   "Your turn," she said.

   She stepped forward and took hold of his boxers.  She looked at him and
I could see the apology in her eyes as he was about to be naked.  This
wasn't his game, but it was his own stupid fault he got involved, he could
have just left it and let her keep her underwear on.  He didn't though, he
got involved and now his sister and her best mate are about to see his
cock. "Don't get an erection," I teased.

   "Yeah, please don't," Hanna said looking at him.  He was way too nervous
to get an erection, even if a super sexy girl was about to pull his boxers
down.

   She slid them down to his ankles and stepped back.  I made no pretence
of not looking, but Hanna tried her best to not stare.  Curiosity is a
funny thing.  He stood with his arms by his side and Hanna and myself both
gave a wry smile.  The male body is fairly messy, but cocks are awesome and
seeing one is always a good day.  He was really cute.  He maybe needed to
trim a little bit more, or at all I guess, but yeah...  I wouldn't kick him
out of bed.  He was tiny, like my little finger sort of tiny, but I put it
down to nerves.  His balls hung slightly lower than his cock which, due to
the reduced size was sticking out a little bit like a mini erection.  The
head was very pronounced and it did look like a mushroom, only a little bit
longer than most mushrooms.  He wasn't circumcised and the foreskin was
wrinkled up around the tip of him.

   Now there is such a thing as a bad loser, but I was not a good winner.
It was fuelled by the release of nervous energy and I teased them both
relentlessly.  They both took it though and after a small protest, we put a
film on.  Purely for embarrassment, they of course had to watch it naked.
Hanna sat opposite Steve just so they didn't need to share a sofa and be in
close proximity to each other.  That did mean that I was either sitting on
top of Hanna on the single-seat one or sharing with Steve.  I opted to
share with Steve.

   I spent the first half of the film mainly looking at his penis.  As he
relaxed he did grow a little bit, so his smallness was indeed nerves. 
Flaccid he was probably a little bit shorter than Andy, but there wasn't
much in it.  I know it is only a sample size of two, but maybe my assumed
average was a little generous.  The situation gradually became normal and
even though they were both naked it just became the norm.  Once you have
seen it all that is really it.  Hanna did keep her legs very much locked
together, where she would normally tuck her legs up underneath herself, she
kept her feet on the floor and her legs firmly crossed and together.

   The phrase "of one thing leading to another" is used a lot and mainly as
an excuse for being a little bit too liberal or promiscuous.  Genuinely
though I have no idea how we ended up kissing.  I have no excuse as there
was no alcohol involved.  It was purely down to the fact that the result of
winning meant that I essentially denied my own orgasm.  I was horny as hell
and to be blunt, my body wanted what Steve had between his legs.  I kissed
him back and moaned softly as some tension released.  He was resting his
hand on my tummy and was gently stroking me through the t-shirt.

   I pulled back at looked at him for a second as I assessed the situation.
I didn't like him in that way and the fact that he liked me in that way
meant that this was probably a terrible idea.  At that moment I remembered
that Hanna was sitting opposite, but when I looked the sofa was empty.  I
looked around the room, but she had gone.  I assume up to bed to leave us
to it.  She definitely didn't want to watch what was potentially about to
happen.

   His hand ventured up the t-shirt and stroked me between the legs.  Lucky
shot, well-aimed, or just the fact I was super horny caused his touch to
feel awesome.  "Mmmm yes," I whispered as I let my legs fall open and
tilted my head back exposing my neck.  He shifted around on the sofa and
kissed my neck while he gently teased me through my underwear.  He tried to
take my t-shirt off, but I stopped him.  This was very much a mistake, I
didn't need to be naked for it.  He sucked my neck while he kissed me, his
fingers still between my legs.  "Don't leave a mark," I warned.  The last
thing I wanted was a love bite.

   He pushed my panties out of the way and stroked his fingers between my
legs.  I surprised myself at how wet I was as I felt him touch me directly.
It also surprised me the instant guilt that I felt.  He wasn't Andy, and
this was a massive mistake.  He manoeuvred himself so he was knelt above me
dominantly and I felt his erection press against my panties.  My body
wanted it, but I didn't, not from him.  I half heartedly tried to wriggle
from underneath him, but he held me down easily as he was much heavier and
on top of me.  He reached down and I felt him push my panties to the side
then his cock pressed against my entrance.  He hesitated for a second and
looked at me.  I looked back up at him, but I didn't say anything or try
and get out from underneath him.  He gently but firmly slid forwards and
his cock penetrated me.  "Oh...  fuck," I whispered as he slid into me, my
body tingling with excitement and pleasure as he fully penetrated me.  I
felt his balls push against me through the thin material of my panties and
he held himself inside me.

   "Oh my God," he whispered as he slowly slid out and then back in again.
I so wanted it, but I was just horny, it wasn't him that I wanted, it was
just what he had between his legs.  When he pulled back again I wriggled to
try and get out from underneath him, my body craved what he was promising,
but I didn't want it, not from him anyway.  "No," I said as I felt him
start to slide forwards again.  The second the word "no" left my lips he
released me, pulled out and moved off me.  "Sorry, I can't," I said folding
my legs together and looking at him with guilty eyes.  What a bitch.  Get
him all worked up and then blue ball him.

   He looked at me a little bit confused.  I guess he thought he had done
something wrong, but it was all on me.  I did feel sorry for him, but he
wasn't Andy, and even though we weren't exclusive yet this felt wrong. 
"Are you okay?" he asked.

   "Yeah," I said nodding my head.  "It isn't you, I just can't, I am so
sorry," I said looking at him.

   "It is fine, it would have been weird anyway," he said.  His tone
sounded genuine, but his expression gave his real thoughts away.  That was
stupid and borderline nasty by me and I felt shit for it.

   I glanced down between his legs and he was definitely out to play.  He
was bigger than Andy, but not by a lot.  He was also going to have to sort
himself out if he wanted relief.  I could at least do that for him. 
"Sorry," I said as I settled down onto the sofa to give my arm an easier
angle.  I took hold of him and started to play with him.

   "Oh wow," he moaned as I gave him a handjob.  The angle was nice and
with very little strain on my arm or wrist I maintained a very healthy
pace. He stared down at me while I whacked him off.  I looked up at him and
smiled.  It was still one of guilt.  This was very much a consolation
prize. He ideally wanted to be balls deep at this moment in time.  Truth be
told my pussy was protesting at the lack of action.  "Oh yes..." he
whispered and I felt a splatter on my wrist.  I looked at him and was
surprised to see him cumming.  Go me.  I clearly give awesome handjobs. 
Okay maybe not, he had had an exciting evening and I had just finished it
off for him.  I let him finish and let go of him.  I got off the sofa and
kissed him on the cheek.

   "So sorry," I said again.

   "No complaints from me," he grinned back at me.

   "Gonna go to bed," I said.  I needed to wash my hand anyway and I had
may as well call it a night.  I assume Hanna had gone to bed so I had may
as well join her.

   "Night Sophie," he said as he looked at me.  "Nice arse by the way," he
added

   "Thanks," I said without looking back at him.  I lifted the t-shirt with
my left hand to give him an unrestricted view of my thong and with my free
right hand, I pulled them down at the back.  There wasn't much difference
in the view, a thong covers very little from the back anyway, it was just
the tease of me pulling my panties down.  I am sure it would be stored in
his wank bank for when he has recovered.  "Night," I said pulling them back
up and letting go of the t-shirt so it fell back down to cover me again.

   "And the front?" he suggested.  I could hear the hope in his voice as he
said the words.

   I smiled to myself and glanced back at him.  He was smiling at me and I
smiled back.  He was still naked and his cock was still leaking the last
few dribbles of his load.  I am glad it wasn't my sofa.  I turned around to
face him, lifted my t-shirt with my left hand again, only this time at the
front, and with my right hand I pulled the front of my panties down
flashing my hairless pussy for him.

   "Fucking hell," he said.  His eyes nearly popped out of his head and his
cock twitched sending a final string of cum dribbling down the front of the
sofa and dripping onto the floor.

   "Night night," I said as I covered myself again, "Sofa needs a wipe by
the way," I added.

   I went to the bathroom and had a quick wash.  I brushed my teeth with
the toothbrush I kept at Hanna's house and then went into Hanna's room.  I
knocked before I went in, she may have been playing and I didn't want to
walk in on her if she was.  If she had been being naughty she said to come
in very quickly, so I am assuming she wasn't "Well hello there," she
grinned at me.  "Please tell me you didn't fuck him?"

   "I didn't fuck him," I said to her but mimed the motion of a handjob.  I
left out the fact that he had had two thrusts balls deep in me.  I wasn't
counting that as a fuck.

   "Eww," she said shaking her head, but she didn't mean it.  She was more
amused than disgusted.  "You dirty bitch."

   I laughed.  I had no defence.  "What are you wearing?" I asked.  She
didn't reply, she just threw the duvet back for a second to reveal she was
naked then pulled it back up to her neck again.  "Cute," I said.  I removed
my make-up and then stripped naked before getting into bed next to her.

   "Can you put a condom on with your mouth?" I asked.

   "Wow, that is random," she said smiling at me, "I have never tried, so I
am going to go with no.  Why?"

   "I tried the other day with Andy," I said.

   "And?" Hanna prompted.

   "Oh I totally fucked it up," I said laughing.

   She laughed as well.  "Have you practised it?" she asked looking at me.
I just shook my head.  "I do love your ambition," she said laughing.

   "They taste grim by the way," I said, "Why don't they make the lube on
them tasty?"

   "Because if they make the standard ones taste like squeaky sick they can
sell you a flavoured condom for more money," she said.

   "There is that," I conceded.  I loved her description of the taste.  She
has clearly had a condom in her mouth before.  The taste of them is not
great, but the sensation on your teeth is really not nice.  Squeaky sick.
Pretty much sums them up.  The taste of an actual dick is nicer, semen gets
a bad rep and although I would never go as far to say that I like it, I
wouldn't say that I dislike it.

   I laid next to her on my back.  My legs were together, but not crossed
and I felt the warmth of Hanna's hand moments before I felt her delicate
touch on the inside of my thigh.  I turned my head to look at her and she
was on her side facing me.  She smiled at me as she gently stroked her
fingertips between my legs.  "Fuck," I whispered as my body instantly
reacted to her touch.  I was still unbelievably horny.

   She didn't say anything, she just wriggled closer to me so she could
rest her wrist more comfortably on my stomach.  She teased her fingers
lower and gently pushed first one, and then two fingers inside me.  "Oh
yes," I whispered as I tilted my head back and with my right hand I gently
squeezed my left nipple.

   She adjusted her depth and speed as she worked out what got me off and
with no words, just using my involuntary gasps and moans she focused in on
getting me off.  I was slowly rocking my hips in time with her as she
fingered me.  I turned my head to look at her again and she was just
smiling back at me.  Her fingers doing to me what she has done to herself
hundreds, if not thousands of times before.  Faster, slower, deeper,
shallower, harder and softer.  The way that she adjusted her rhythm was
almost fluid.  Seamlessly flowing between the various paces and finger
patterns as she slowly got me off.

   "Fucking hell," I breathed almost silently as I neared my orgasm.  I
have done this to myself so many times.  When this horny though I went for
instant release and the direct route to climax.  The build-up had been
ongoing since we had masturbated together and now I just needed to cum.  I
was rocking my hips faster and I felt pressure from her hand and she leaned
on my stomach slowing me down.  I looked at her and she smiled at me.  She
needed to tighten her bed up.

   I closed my eyes, put my arms above my head and fully opened my legs for
her.  I was no longer underneath the duvet as I lay on my back.  She was
still covered as she lay on her side.  She glanced down at my body and
smiled as she watched what her fingers were doing to me.  The mixture of
her experience of having done this as much as me and yet at the same time
my lack of control over it was driving me insane.  As my pussy tensed I
would instinctively change my angle and speed to finish myself off, but she
didn't, I guess she got off differently to me, or she didn't feel the
subtle nuances of my rapidly approaching orgasm.  If I had fingered myself
I would have barely lasted a minute, but she was teasing me in a way that I
wish that I could do myself.  I don't have the willpower to do this to
myself, I just finish myself off.  I am not sure if she was even doing it
on purpose, but fuck me...  she was incredible at fingering.

   She just kept going.  There was no complaining at her wrist aching, or a
suggestion that we should maybe go full penetration.  Okay, she was
seriously lacking in options for any sort of penetrative sex, what with her
not having a dick and all.  She had a drawer full of substitutes, but she
knew her fingers were the better option.  I looked at her again and moaned
softly.  She smiled at me and pushed her fingers deeper until I felt her
hand push against me.  "Oh.....  fuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned as she went
deeper inside me.

   "Shhhhh," she said softly but didn't stop what she was doing.

   I was rocking my hips again and this time she didn't stop me.  She
pushed deeper into me and the room blurred.  "Yes..." I whispered softly.
Tension released from my body as I orgasmed.  My whole body shivered as I
climaxed.  She held her fingers in me and waited for me to finish.  I felt
her kiss me on the cheek and I turned my head to look at her.  She kissed
me on the lips and I kissed her back.

   "Done?" she whispered, "Or will you cum again?" she asked as she
continued to gently finger me.

   "Done," I said pushing my hand between my legs to stop her, "Wow... 
very done," I said as I started to recover my breath.

   "Night," she said and kissed me again.  I lazily kissed her back.  There
was no cuddling or any post-sex snuggles, just two naked mates sharing a
bed.  "I will get you back," she said matter of factly.

   "I know," I conceded.  There was no way I was getting away with tonight.
She would try for revenge, my only hope was that I won again.  Before I
knew it I was asleep and it was morning.  There was a tap at the door and I
felt Hanna move next to me.  "Er, yeah, come in," she said as she adjusted
the duvet so we were both fully covered.  We were both decent, but I was
laying on my front with my arms under my head underneath the pillow.  The
duvet was just about clinging onto my waist, so it was clear I was topless
and from the correct angle you could probably see that I wasn't wearing
much else either.  From the angle from the door though he would only have
been able to see my bare back.  My Mum and Dad, know that Hanna and myself
were occasionally 'more than just friends', but I don't think her parents
knew.  Not that either of them would care.

   I heard the door open.  "Oh, sorry, I didn't realise Sophie had stayed
over," her Dad said.  It was either very late or they had got home very
early.  "We are just going to go and do a shop, do you need anything?"

   "Morning," I said without moving or opening my eyes.

   "Afternoon," he corrected.  I just shrugged underneath the duvet.

   "Er, I could do with some girlie things," Hanna said, "Mum will know
what to get," she said.

   "No prob, anything else?" he asked.

   "Surprise me," she said.  Which basically meant anything bad for her. 
Sweets, chocolate, cake, or all of the above.

   He left the room and closed the door behind him.  We got up and I went
home.

   I got home and let myself in.  I usually shout "hello" to see if anyone
was in, but this time I didn't I made myself a drink and then went
upstairs. My door was open, which was odd as I usually left it closed.  I
assume that Mum or Dad had collected my washing.  I was wrong.  Graham was
in there and the dirty bastard was in my underwear drawer.  I knew that I
wasn't losing my mind, I always make sure it is closed.  I watched him for
a few seconds, I am not sure why, evidence gathering maybe?  He wasn't
rooting, he was just looking.  I hoped he didn't 'borrow' them for a wank
when I wasn't in.  It was more than a little bit creepy and a fair bit odd.
The truth was if he caught me in a good mood as long as it was just
curiosity and nothing more sinister I would likely model them for him. 
Reading that back sounds even weirder than him rifling through my panties,
but whatever, we did an extremely intimate show and tell a while back, and
him seeing me in my underwear would be a cakewalk.

   "Er...  what are you doing?" I asked.

   It sounded a lot more aggressive than I intended.  It was a genuine
question that I wanted an answer to.  He physically jumped and span around
slamming the drawer closed.  He stared at me like...  well, like he had
just been caught looking through his sister's underwear drawer.  "I.. 
er... do you..." he stammered, "Fuck...  sorry," he said in the end.  He
was kind of caught red-handed, there are very few reasons to be doing what
he was doing, short of a cheap thrill or whatever else would be equally
incriminating.

   "What ya doing?" I asked again, this time with a grin and a much more
friendly tone, which is what I intended the first time.

   "Erm...  I was just...  er..." he began and then looked at the drawer,
"I...  dunno," he said.

   "Well it looked to me like you were perving at my panties," I said. 
Again, I used a friendly tone and I have no idea why I was being as
reasonable as I was.  If you asked me in a neutral situation what I would
do in this situation I would probably suggest castration.  Not for looking
at my undies.  It is weird and I don't get the attraction, but who cares?
More for what else is in there.  He doesn't need intimate knowledge of what
I use in my alone time.

   "Sorry," he said.  I guess that was about the only response that he
could go with at that moment in time.  He was cornered in my room and I
don't think I would have been that far out of line to have reacted by
administering a swift kick or a firmly planted knee to his balls.

   I walked passed him and I did note that he didn't actually protect
himself.  I have never kicked a guy in the balls before.  I would like to.
Is that weird?  I think it probably is.  I have no idea why I want to.  I
wouldn't classify myself as a violent person, or sadistic or anything like
that.  I guess it is just a curiosity.  Don't some guys like it?  It would
be fun, like the ultimate stress ball, pun intended.  Just to be able to
wail on a guy's nuts.  Maybe it is just some sort of subconscious revenge
on their incessant desire to fuck us up the ass.  Just for confirmation
here I didn't administer any sort of blunt trauma to his testicles.

   I opened my drawer and jabbed the underwear away from the edges and
closed the drawer properly.  "So come on, what were you doing?" I asked. 
He just looked at me like he was about to be murdered.  "It is fine... 
weird...  but fine.  What were you looking for?" I asked.

   "I dunno...  I was just," he began.

   "You don't cum on them do you?" I asked.

   He genuinely looked horrified.  "No!" he said.  His tone was maybe a
little bit more offended than the situation warranted.

   "Please say you don't sniff them," I said staring at him.  Although I am
not sure why he would be sniffing clean ones.  Well, let's be honest here,
I have no idea why you would want to sniff worn or clean panties, but
getting off on the smell of fabric softener on a girl's clean panties would
be one hell of a niche.  I bet there is a website though.

   "No," he said as he looked at me.

   "Do you wear them?" I asked him.

   "No," he said.  This was turning into twenty questions.

   "Aww, that is a shame, I would pay to see you try and squeeze into one
of my thongs," I grinned at him.  "So come on...  why were you searching
through my undies drawer?" I asked.  My tone was still friendly, but my
patience was fraying at a rapid rate.

   "I like...  er...  you know..." he began.

   "Just..." I began as I cut him off, I was losing my patience.  Just
fucking tell me.  I can't promise that I won't be mad as there are some
fairly dark reasons to be doing what he is doing, but that is just my
overactive imagination running away with me.  I took a deep breath and
returned my voice to a more neutral tone.  "Just tell me, I am not going to
go mental, I just want to know," I said.

   He looked at me and realised he wasn't stammering his way out of this.
He has known me long enough that I am not going to let this one go.  I had
a genuine intrigue for his reasons and he was either telling me, or I was
losing my shit and we were going to fall out.  "Just a..." he began, but
changed his mind on his wording, "Just being a pervert," he said softly and
suitably cowed.

   Thank fuck for that I thought to myself, of all the reasons teenage
curiosity is one of the better reasons.  I laughed.  Both at his admission
to being a pervert and in relief that he wasn't selling my undies on some
weird website (Did I mention I have an overactive imagination?).  "It is
fine, whatever," I said still giggling, "Did you find the other stuff in
there?"

   He looked at me with an expression that clearly indicated he had no idea
what I was talking about.  My next words to him were probably a little too
candid, but whatever.  "I keep my girlie toys in there as well," I said,
"So please don't go through my underwear drawer.  Plus it is fucking
weird." I said.

   "Sorry," he said looking at the floor.

   "No prob," I said, "Now get the fuck out of my room," I snapped.

   "Don't tell anyone?" he suggested.

   "I won't," I said, "If you stop doing it," I added.  He just nodded in
reply and left my room.  Fucking weirdo.  Go and get a girlfriend, then you
can look at female underwear when someone is wearing it them, and trust me,
panties are a fuck load more fun when there is a pussy in them that you can
play with.

   I did actually tell someone.  I told Mum about it.  I started the
conversation with, "I don't want him to get in trouble or anything, but..."
I genuinely didn't want him to get in trouble for it, guys are controlled
by the brain between their legs and that is hardly his fault.  The way she
laughed when I told her, called him a dirty bastard and said she would get
Dad to have a word with him seemed to indicate that she wasn't surprised. I
reiterated that I didn't want him to get in trouble for it as I have caught
him now and asked him to stop, so as long as he does then all is sorted. 
She said she would get him to be discrete about it.  He was, or nothing
came back to me anyway, or maybe he didn't mention anything.  Either way,
family life hey.  He seemed to stop at least anyway.  Or if he didn't stop
he just got better at getting away with it.
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