Did it happen because of the game… or the drinks? If I hadn’t paraded around the hotel room in those lacy pantyhose and that tight, revealing top in the first place… if I hadn’t acted like such a SLUT, maybe my brother wouldn’t have wanted me so badly.
I just wanted to have some fun. We were stuck in that hotel room all night, what were we supposed to do? Just a harmless game of truth or sip to help loosen my goody-two-shoes brother up a bit. Maybe I wanted to watch him squirm, get a rise out of him. A BIG rise…
I knew my brother watched me in the shower at home, I knew what he thought about when he stroked his cock. Now he was stuck in a game and could only answer honestly… or chug. Either way, I knew he wanted his sister.
But I wasn’t ready for the way it made ME feel… to hear my brother say those things out loud. I liked it. It turned me on. And before I knew it, the real game was on. My brother turned the tables… truth or dare. It was so easy for him. I was a virgin after all, he knew I wanted his cock… to see it, to touch it, to… masturbate to it… bare, erect, right in my face. My brother knew I would do what he asked just to watch him play with his stiff cock… even pull my massive, creamy tits out.
I couldn’t resist. I was so desperate. I HAD to taste it, feel it swollen and hot in my mouth. It was the only way I could fulfill his dare… to orgasm then and there. I just… wanted it SO much… but he was my brother. It was wrong… we shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have dared him… I couldn’t help it, I wanted it so badly. For him to cum deep into my pussy. A dare’s a dare… right?
