
{ASSM} More Than Bath Time 02 {R Grunwald} (mf)


2. Truth and Dare 
     



I was aware of my sister's development long before I
saw anything happening in my own arena.  She was two
years older than me, and, besides, girls develop sooner
then guys. I must have known about her boobs and hips
for four years before I started to change. 

I didn't actually know when I started to change, all of
a sudden, one time, I noticed things had changed. 
Well, actually, my sister pointed it out to me, in a
way.

I can guess, however, when I started to change. 
Looking back, I realize that my sister's body was
suddenly getting interesting to me. For a couple of
years she had been the touchy-feely type and I had been
annoyed, in a small way, with her little touches.  Now
I was reacting differently.  Just a simple shove in my
back would get the hairs on my neck tingling. I was
usually extremely annoyed while she picked on me, then
disappointed when she left.  

I also realized she was nice to look at.  And I
wondered about what was underneath.

We were not especially close. Kind of up and down, I
guess.  When doing dishes, cleaning rooms, whatever
chores had come up, we weren't the ones to volunteer to
help each other.  We sort of entered into a barter
system; you give a little and I'll give a little.  Or,
as they say, you scratch mine and I'll scratch yours.

It wasn't a regular thing, though.  More just an on the
spur of the moment thing.  It usually came up when we
were doing something silly like playing Truth or Dare. 

We'd start out just fooling around, simple at first. 
Usually, that's all the farther we got.           
                                                  
"Truth: If you broke your arm, which would you rather
have it be?"
                                                  
     
"Dare: Wear my underwear for a day?"

But sometimes the innocent questions would either hit a
tender spot, or else, at times, we intentionally went
too far.

Once I was surprised when asking, "Which boy would be
your pick to be your boyfriend?" she wouldn't answer. 
So I got to choose a penalty.  I traded a turn at
clearing the table.

She had her moments as well. Once she asked me how long
my penis was.  I knew the answer to that, which goes to
show that I was interested already in my change. What I
didn't know then, but figured out later, is that she
knew as well that I was starting to change.  Or maybe
it was just a innocent question and I gave the game
away when I wouldn't answer. I ended up dusting the
living room. 

The dares were more fun.  Choosing truth was, well,
even though we swore to tell the truth, you couldn't
really tell.  The dares, though, you either did them or
didn't.

Once when I asked her to show me her undies, she
quickly stood up, turned around and snapped her jeans
down to her knees.  For days afterwards I was haunted
by her round ass, light blue undies with butterflies
and all,  floating before my eyes.  At night I imagined
it bare, but then was suddenly ashamed. But the sound
of her pants sliding over her butt kept hissing in my
ears.

The game became more dangerous when we started deciding
on the punishment ahead of time.  Now, with the
consequence out front, the decision to complete a dare
or not became a little trickier.  

For instance, she dared me to bare my butt to her.  I
had to do it.  Not doing it would have made me taking
over her bathroom cleaning duties on the weekend.

Things weren't perfect though.  On that same day I
dared her to show me her boob.  She made such a fuss
that I backed down and compromised to just seeing her
bare butt.  It was quick and barely fair, you could
say, the way she hardly got the pants half way down her
crack. But, once again, the view of that butt stayed in
my head for weeks. 

Then one day things got out of hand.  I was laying on
my back in the upstairs hallway tossing a basketball up
and down.  Shooting free throws mostly, then every once
and a while bouncing the ball off a wall for fun. 

I could see her moving around in her room and I got
started thinking about her bottom.  Then for some
reason I remembered how even she was a little kid, her
bottom was still a round little thing. I hadn't
remembered taking the baths and showers together for a
long time. 

 So I asked, "Truth or Dare?"

She answered, "Truth." Her voice echoed weirdly from
her room.

"Would you ever take a shower with me again?"

"No!" she blurted the answer out.

"Why not?" I asked.  "You used to."

"I used to drool, too, buddy."

"You still do," I said, "like last Saturday when you
fell asleep in the car."

"Don't be a prick."

"It was kind of fun, though, wasn't it?" I asked.

"I don't know, I was asleep."

"No, I mean the showers."

"Yeah, sure," she said, sounding like that was the end
of the conversation.

"What are you scared of?" I persisted, trying to make
her squirm a bit.

"Scared?" she answered like it was a stupid question
but she thought for a moment, the tip of her tongue
peeking between her lips. "That has nothing to do with
it.  Anyway, you're the scared one, always doing Truth
'cause the Dares scare you."

"Liar. Go ahead and ask me."

"Okay, Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," I said, feeling, quite rightly, like I had been
tricked into this.

"Okay," she said, thinking, "the penalty.  You have to
wear my bra to school tomorrow."

"No...." I sat up against the wall and looked in at
her. "But under my other clothes?"

"Well....," she toyed with me, "okay."

"Okay, go for it," I said, sounding braver than I felt.

"Hmmm..." she said, then paused, "Show me your penis."

"No way!"

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because it's private, that's why."

"Weren't you just asking about showering together?  How
would you do that, with underwear on?"

"I didn't mean I would shower."

"Why not....like you said, we used to do it?"

"But things are different."

"Are they?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"What's so different?"

"We're bigger."

"Oh?" she smirked, "I doubt you've changed a bit."

"Yes I have!" I blurted before I could think.

"So prove it...otherwise, you know what the penalty
is."

I was quiet.  Really, what was the big deal?  I'd pull
my zipper, then whip it out and back in again. It would
all be over. With my hand in the way she'd hardly see
more than a flash of flesh. 

I was just about ready to do it when she spoke again,
"Okay, I'll sweeten the pot, just to be fair."

"What?" I asked, wondering if this would help or hurt
me. Sometimes she had more devil in her than you first
thought.

"I'll, ah..., bare a boob for you."

"That's all?" I tried to sound uninterested. 

"Your choice," she answered smugly.

I was ticked because I realized she had known I'd back
down regardless of what she was putting up on her side. 
She had just been baiting me. 

"Well," I stuttered, "Girls go topless all over the
world, that doesn't seem quite the same as showing you
my dick."

"Okay, both boobs then."

"There both the same, big deal."

"Well, what, then?" she asked.

I thought, trying to figure out something that would be
worth pulling my dick out.  Then I said, "Let me kiss a
tit."

"No!"

"Why not?  What's a kiss?"

"Just one kiss." 

I couldn't tell from her tone whether she was asking or
telling me. I thought about it, just wondering, of
course.  Maybe I could draw the kiss out, make it into
a suck.  It almost sounded like she was going for it. 

 "I guess," I said, wondering what she would do next. 

She surprised me. "It's a deal.  Except...."

Oh, boy. I didn't like that "except," but I bit.

  "Except what?" I asked.

"You have to keep you penis out for 10 seconds before
you can kiss."

"Ten seconds?" I felt stupid when she just "said"
penis, I couldn't imagine letting it hang out for ten
seconds. 

"Yup.  And I count.  And one other thing.  You have to
keep your hands above your head while I count."

"Oh....well, okay, but you have to keep your hands up
too."

"And one last thing," she added, "you can't put you
dick away until after the kiss."

Geez, tricky devil, I thought.  There went my idea of a
long, slow, sucking kiss.

I was quiet until she asked, "Deal?"

"What the hell, deal."  Okay, I thought, if it was such
a good deal, why did I feel sick to my stomach. 

I couldn't quite meet her eyes, I just kind of looked
in her direction not knowing whether she was getting
ready to make a fool out of me Could she really be
serious?  I was getting excited, though, too excited. I
had this funny feeling in my groin. In the back of my
head I realized I was getting kind of reckless. 

I stalled for time. "What's the deal, are we doing it
together? I don't want you to cop out."

"I'll just say, one...two...three....go.  Is that
okay?"

"Can I trust you?"

"You know me, I'll be fair."

She was right about that.  I was sort of sorry I didn't
have a reason to back out. Oh, well, I thought, I might
as well get it over with.  Just like the high dive. 
The quicker you do it, the quicker it's over.

Then she added, "But I'm not starting to count until
you get unzipped."

"And what about you?" I asked.  I was eyeing her t-
shirt and wondering how quick or slow she would be
popping that boob out of there.

"Oh....ok. I'll take my shirt off before we start and
you take your jeans off.  Then it'll be fair."

"How? I"m in my underwear? How about you?"

She seemed to be getting irritated at my
procrastination.  She looked out her window down at the
driveway. "Nobody's home yet," she mumbled like I
wasn't there.  

She stepped back towards me.  "Okay," she said sharply. 
You take your jeans off and I'll take mine off.  We
both stand in nothing but our underwear then we get
started." She gave me a worn down look.  "Is that okay
with Mr Philadelphia Lawyer?"

"I guess so."

"Then let's get started."  Without delay, she pulled
her shirt off and then stood in her bra looking at me. 
I was kind of just standing there.  She wasn't all that
big and her boobs were held tight in a sports bra. So
far this was no different than seeing her in a swimming
suit. But, I got the idea and took my shirt off, then
undid the tops of my jeans.

She had been waiting for me and as soon as I started
unbuckling, she simply dropped her pants to her ankles,
then kicked them aside. 

My zipper rattled loudly as I jerked it down. My pants
made a sad plopping sound as they dropped to my feet. I
stepped out of them and so far this wasn't a big deal. 
I went around the house sometimes, like from bathroom
to bedroom, with just this on.  But I did feel kind of
weird.  I looked down, wishing I had more of a bulge
behind my underwear. 

I looked back at my sister.  I kept telling myself that
it was no big deal that she was standing in her
underwear...and, of course, I pretty much convinced
myself of the opposite.  Unlike me, she was quite
careful around the house and I hadn't seen her in this
way for a long, long time. It was suggestive, you know,
even if she was a sister.

"Ok, here it goes," she said.  "Ready?"

I nodded my head.  She put her hands on the front of
her bra and said, "Get ready, down there."  

I put my hands down and found my fly.  "Okay...." I
squeaked.

Without anymore fuss she counted, "One.  Two.  Three. 
NOW!"

The way she hollered, I just went and did it.  Pulled
my fly open and hauled my penis out, hands guarding in
case she did decide to cheat.  

But just like that I was looking at her boobs bounce
free as she pulled her bra up to her neck.  They looked
bigger, at least a lot rounder than I had expected, and
wasn't even thinking much about my dick.  Then she
started her count to ten.

"One. Two....hands on your head, buddy!  Three."

Then I really started to feel funny. I was just hanging
out there and she was looking down. I had contradictory
wishes that either my dick should be smaller so she
couldn't see it, or bigger so I could be proud of it.
Her counting seemed to take forever.  I was starting to
feel real bad because, as far as I could tell, I really
wasn't much bigger than when we were kids.

Then she paused in her counting and made me feel
better, "Well, I guess you are getting to be a big
boy." I was thinking about that, wondering if she was
just being nice, then realized she had said ten and I
had hardly looked at her boobs. 

"Hurry and get it over with," she said. She was talking
about the promised kiss.  I moved forward jerkily. I
felt like my penis was wagging around with every step.
I had trouble watching her boobs  because my eyes kept
being drawn towards her eyes...which where looking
downward at my dick.

Big deal, I thought.  She's seen it, so what diff does
it make anymore.  I felt a little better as I slowly
leaned forward to kiss her nipple. It was right in
front of my nose and then I really began to feel weird,
almost dizzy.  I froze, staring at her boob.  The
nipple was hardly anything, just a smooth little mark
in the middle of some darker skin. I could smell
something like baby powder but sweeter.

"Don't take all day, just do it and be done with it!"

She kind of irritated me.   So when I leaned forward, I
pressed tight against her and really sucked.  I could
feel her nipple with my tongue. It was a little lump
and when I pressed my lips together, the soft flesh of
her boob slid easily across my lips but the nipple
stuck as a hard little bump.  That surprised me since
it had looked so smooth against her tit. She started
backwards, then stopped. I gave a few more sucks. I
heard her take a long, loud breath through her nose,
then her hands came up to my shoulders and she pushed
me back.

Her tit popped out of my mouth, sliding like a little
knob over my lips.  I looked at her nipple. It was now
a hard little tip.  That suddenly made me feel brave I
had done that!

I looked at her face and teased her, "That felt good,
didn't it?"

She frowned.  She wasn't happy with me but she didn't
deny it.  Her eyes dropped down and she looked at my
cock again. A little smile appeared. "It must have felt
good for you, too?"

I looked down at my dick again.  To my dismay, it was
sticking straight out.  It had begun to do that lately,
at any old time it wanted, and I guess sucking a tit,
even if it's a sister's, didn't help.  But in my
innocence, I simply thought, boy, fine time to go and
do that!"

Then I quickly turned away from her and tried to push
it into my underwear.  He laughter behind me didn't
help my coordination at all. I just had it back in
place, my hand under the elastic and pushing my cock
down so .  

I should have been holding on to my underwear instead
of my cock.

The next thing I knew she was yanking at my underwear
and didn't stop until they were all tangled up around
my ankles.  I dropped down to my knees and started to
crawl away in panic.

"Oooo!" she said. "Your balls are so cute!"

I looked over my shoulder.  She was on her knees as
well, still holding on to my underwear, her boobs
hanging like little apples between her arms. She was
looking down below my butt.  

Still on my hands and knees, I tried to jerk away.  Her
hold on my underwear brought me up short and then I
felt her chin jab into my calf as she tumbled forward. 
I turned quickly to escape. She had fallen to her chest
but she was still on her knees and her butt was
sticking up in the air, pink undies looking like
frosting on a cupcake. 

I just reacted, seeing her undies up in the air like
that.  I turned as far as I could and reached back.  I
got a hand full of the waistband and pulled it up over
the small of her back. I was giving her a great snuggy. 
She whined like a puppy and her butt came flying up and
forward as I pulled.  

She was stubborn and wouldn't let go of my underwear so
my ankles were still all tangled down there. But I kept
pulling and she kind of rolled sideways and finally I
managed to roll onto my butt and start to sit up.  

I was sitting sort of side-saddle, my knees bent and
pressed together. My ankles, with my sister still
holding on, were stuck out to one side. She wouldn't
let go of the underwear around my ankles even when her
chin knocked up against my knees. 

I straightened my knees as much as possible to get my
ankles away from her. All that did was roll her up over
my legs.  Her boobies squished like warm balloons
against my knees. I scooted backwards trying to get out
from under her.  

I almost made it. She grunted as her face hit the floor
and suddenly my feet were sticking into her belly. I
was almost free! 

She was tough, though. Her hands were both still under
her body and she was still clutching the underwear
around my ankles.  I was pretty much trapped under her
and stuck looking at her pink, butt-filled undies
stretched across my knees. 

My dick was still showing off but it was on its way
down; now I was only interested in revenge. I humped my
hips into the air and her hips slid off the edge of my
knees.  Now that her weight was off of my legs, I was
able to lever myself over onto my knees and she toppled
the rest of the way onto the floor.   She still hadn't
let go of my ankles and my balance was awkward. I was
on my knees, my thighs pressed up against her hip, my
lower legs and feet were twisted to the side where she
had a death grip my underwear. 

I was proud of myself.  She was still bigger than me,
and I guessed about as strong, but now I had the high
ground and could get some leverage to pull on her
undies. And I pulled. But I messed that up pretty bad,
just pulling her sideways and sort of baring the top of
one cheek and the top crack was barely showing.  

She wasn't giving up, though. We were both yanking at
each other's underwear, mine around the ankles, hers
still across her hips. I gave another awkward tug and
lost my balance. I fell over and we ended up lying on
our sides, her head near my knees, mine near hers.  But
my feet were no longer pressed against the floor and
she took advantage of that by finally pulling underwear
the rest of the way off my ankles.

With a whoop, she started to crawl away from me. Her
own movement pulled her undies part way off her cheeks
before the slippery material snapped out of my hand.
The bare half of her buns looked awfully big and round. 
I made a desperate lunge and managed to grab the top of
her undies. My hand slid along the smooth skin of her
butt cheeks, bumped across her crack....and then
suddenly I had her undies to her knees.  That slowed
her a bit and I managed to hold onto an ankle until I
could get up and get both hands on the undies around
her knees.

I got pretty distracted then.  Every time she wriggled
and every time I tugged on her undies, her legs spread
and I found myself looking down her butt and into a
little squishy mound with tiny, soft hairs at the
edges. I had had no idea that you could see that thing
from the rear.  And there it was a clear as could be.
                                                  
I remembered her earlier teasing.  "Hey, Sis," I said.
                              
"What now?" she grunted as she struggled to get away,
her butt rising and spreading with every attempt.

"Remember when you said you thought I had cute balls?"

She giggled, "Yeah, under that little butter butt of
yours."

That wasn't fair. "Well, girlie, you've got a cute
pussy, too!"

"Oh, my God!" she cried and suddenly wriggled like a
slippery fish.  I couldn't hold my grip on her ankle,
no way, but I did keep hold of her undies as she
squirmed away.

She started screeching and screaming with those silly
howling laughs of hers. Finally the undies came off and
she scooted away.

I don't know what would have happened next, but right
then we heard the irritated voice of our mother.

"What the hell is going on up there!?"

We froze and looked at each other. Our mother had come
home who knows how long ago.  I would have laughed at
the way my sister was holding her hand in front of her
mouth, her face just too much like a bad cartoon. 

I would have laughed, but I was too scared.

She ran to the door, to do what, I didn't know. Then
she called down, "Nothing, just...stuff."

Jeesh.  That was about the worst answer she could have
come up with.  I'd been in enough trouble to know
better.  Unfortunately, my goodie-two-shoes sister
wasn't experienced enough.  Right now I knew that Mom
was heading towards the stairs.  

We were cooked.

Except, using all the experience I had gained as a
somewhat troublesome younger brother, I hollered out
the door, "She's got my shoe and won't give it back!"

My sister gave me a strange look, not understanding. 
Then our irritated mother's voice, softer and sounding
tired, "Oh, Christ!  Give him the damn shoe back!"

My sister looked out the door as if she could see my
mom and answered, "Okay, okay.  It's no big deal."

"Well, thank you," came the sarcastic reply from our
mother.

We looked at each other, just having escaped from
disaster.  She took a big breath, maybe I did, too. 
She looked towards one of my shoes. It was still lying
where I had discarded it in the middle of the floor
when wow!, that seemed like ages ago when I started to
undress.  She walked over, picked it up, then gave it
to me.

"Thanks, Mom," I hollered.

No answer came back.  I knew enough to know that she
was shaking her head, convinced that somehow I had
started the whole thing.  Then I smiled a my sister. 
She smiled back.

There was "Something" about that whole scarey business
with our mom.  It was such a shock, I guess, that we
had forgotten about being naked.  I was feeling kind of
spacey. I was just looking at my sister and found
myself thinking that she had cute boobs.  

Weird, because I wasn't thinking, "Oh my God, she's
naked!" And even weirder, I wasn't thinking about me
standing there with my dick hanging there in front of
her. 

Of course, I knew we were naked, but the way I felt, it
was like I was watching the two of us from outside my
body. Just looking on, just like a movie.
                                   
My sister started walking around the room, picking up
her clothes. She was clutching them against her stomach
with one hand as she collected the rest with her other. 
I watched her.  Her boobs swung a little when she bent
over, not much, and poked straight out again when she
stood up.  And the way her butt squiggled when she
walked!. And when she turned away from me to pick up a
sock, I was surprised again by how you could see that
girl thing from the rear. Right out in the open, it
was.  

I wondered if they knew that.

She sat on her bed and placed her pile of clothes next
to her.  She bounced a little up and down on the bed.
Her pussy seemed to have more hair on it from the
front, I didn't see much when I saw her from behind. 
Then she said softly, "We better dress; she might still
come up."

I nodded  and started picking up my stuff, then dropped
it in the middle of the room, all of it except my
underwear.

"Hey," she said.

"Huh?"

"Before, when I said....I said you probably haven't
changed much..."

"You mean my penis?" I asked.

"Yeah.  That wasn't right. You have changed."  Then she
added, "quite a bit, really."

She didn't sound all that sincere.  I looked down.  It
really hadn't changed much.  Even when my hard-on had
been sticking straight out, it hadn't been much. "You
don't have to say that," I said, "I know it's little."

"Don't sound so glum, you just started," she said,
"give yourself time.  I think it keeps growing."  

She didn't sound all that confident.  I looked at her
and she added, "like my boobs.  They started from
nothing.  Besides, you've got hardly any hair down
there.  I didn't, at first, either...." She put her
hand oh the base of her belly, just at the top of her
triangle.  Her legs spread slightly and I could see the
lightly furred curves and crevice between her legs. "I
think by the time you get your hair down there, you'll
be bigger."

"Well, I hope so."

I bent a knee, lifted a foot, and poked a foot through
my underwear.  My cock and balls swung lightly between
my legs. I paused with one foot in, one foot out and
watched her reach over her head with her bra and slip
it down, covering her boobs.

How long ago had we started that truth and dare game? 
I suppose it was easily measured in minutes, yet it
felt like sometime in the distant past. 

She looked at me and gave me a little smile. It was a
new smile.  A warm, secret smile, and I smiled back.
               