Truth or Dare in the car
From Torg Adventure
We all piled back into the van and no sooner than Mom pulled out, I put my lips on Molly’s ear and huskily whispered, “Dare.” She giggled and sighed as a wave of goose bumps washed over her lithe body.
“Okay,” she said quietly. I kept my mouth on her ear, but I tapped Aunt Becky’s seat to get her attention. I watched her slowly roll her eyes to the rear-view mirror so she could see what was about to happen.
“Take off your bra and panties. Then take off Erin’s,” I said, my hand moving up her thigh. I had kind of doubted whether she had even worn any, but she blushed quickly and kept her eyes on the mirror making sure Mom wasn’t watching. Her hands started to shake in anticipation.
“I can’t,” she said, her chest heaving with her breath and her pounding heart. “But Erin is wearing a thong,” she finished. My hand slid the rest of the way up her thigh, feeling the heat spreading from her juicy snatch a second before I felt the top of her bare slit. I stroked it with my pinky and then found her clit and started making slow circles around it. “Oh, don’t fucking stop,” she cooed.
“The dare,” I reminded forcefully and slowed my touch, as I pulled the finger back so it was barely touching her. She moaned quietly and leaned over my lap to whisper in Erin’s ear.
“Babe, two things,” she said, her breath coming in shallow pants.
“Yeah?” Erin said, looking down Molly’s dress, trying to get a nice shot of those dusty pink nipples in the passing lights from the dark world outside the van.
“One, your brother is fingering my clit and he’s doing a really good job,” Molly moaned quietly. I slipped my hand further down and she separated her legs. With a quick twist of my hand, I had my thumb on her clit and two fingers slid into her dripping, hot box. She moaned, biting Erin on the neck to help cover the sound. Erin moaned from the sensation and from the feeling of her girlfriend’s hand sliding up her thigh.
“Two, he dared me to get these from you,” she said her voice ragged as she tried to keep quiet. I watched her hand move and Erin’s thighs spread. Erin and Molly both made sure to give me a good view as Molly slid Erin’s black lace thong aside and push three fingers deep inside her pink gash. Her thumb immediately went to Erin’s clit and made small circles against it at a blinding pace. As quickly as she assaulted my sister’s snatch, she pulled out, grabbing Erin’s translucent thong and jerking it down her legs. Erin’s hips rose as she moaned and the underwear flew down her legs. Molly bit one of Erin’s very erect nipples through the skimpy black dress she was wearing and she yelped a little while Molly fished the thong from my sister’s feet.
“Kids…” Mom said warningly.
“Sorry, Mom,” Erin said. “Bran was just tickling me,” she said as Molly sat up. She spread her legs, not enough so Mom could see her freshly shaved pussy, but enough that I could slide my hand up to it. My hand on my sister’s sex mirrored my movements on her girl friend’s cumming cunt.
“Bubba, stop tickling your sister,” she said half-heartedly, still concentrating on the road.
“All right,” I said and started finger fucking the girls with more vigor.
“We’re here,” she said and swerved the van into the parking lot. The sudden roll threw Erin against me and she planted her mouth on my ear, biting and nibbling. Her hand was on my crotch and she stroked my pulsing cock through my loose cargo shorts.
“Dare,” she said as she came, her hot juice rushing over my hand, soaking the seat and her dress.
Dare?
