Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Now it was Colin and Paige's turn. The last time around, Colin had taken a dive for his sister -- letting her win had seemed like the right thing to do. But this time he was going to go for it. There was just too much at stake. Besides, his bottom still hurt from his sister's spanking. A little revenge never hurt anyone.

It was a close race but Colin was able to pull it out in the last minute, his Kart sailing over Paige's and past the finish line. His sister sighed but she didn't seem too upset. They each had two wins and only one loss, so both of them would be moving on. However, there was still the little matter of Paige's. Colin reached for the deck and said a little prayer to the card gods. Give me something good. Something at least as humiliating as that spanking.

Instead, the card just said "kiss." The siblings looked down at the card and then at each other. Once again, it seemed, the dares were conspiring to keep them together. Alexa offered to take Paige's place -- she kind of owed her one -- but Paige just brushed her off.

Colin's cute little sister simply marched forward, leaned up on her tippy toes, and kissed her brother on the lips. There was that shiver again -- that electrical connection that seemed to race right through him every time he touched his sister. Colin had expected a perfunctory peck, but Paige hung there. Kept Colin locked with her lips.

When Colin finally committed to letting this be more than just familiar affection, Paige pulled away. Tasted at her own lips and grinned. It wasn't a nervous smile or a mean one. Just a warm, happy look of devotion. It made Colin want to jump forward and hug his sister until someone made them separate.

Colin's chest hurt with how much he wanted her then. He wasn't sure what would be worse -- Paige seeing how he felt and shaming him, or her never realizing it at all.

*

Tim felt like it was his destiny to end up in the tiny bedroom with the crappy, little television. However, luck seemed happy to balance things out, because he was in a group with both Sydney and Zoe. Also Isaac. But who cared about him? Tim hadn't told either girl the full story about the other. Sydney knew he'd 'fooled around' with Zoe at the party and Zoe had, of course, heard tell of the famously stacked Sydney. But it wasn't like anyone had the full blow-by-blow of Tim's feelings.

And what were Tim's feelings, exactly? He wasn't sure. He knew he wanted Sydney, oh so badly. But then he'd look over at Zoe and his heart kind of ached for her, as well. It was a good problem to have, Tim supposed, solved easily. He was with Taylor. Zoe was with Zach. Sydney was single but just friendly. That would be the end of it.

The first races had Tim against Isaac and Zoe racing Sydney. Tim was wary of the college kid -- Isaac seemed like the kind of kid who spent a lot of time playing video games. Tim couldn't believe it -- he actually felt nervous, and he couldn't completely blame it on the pot. Tim did his best to focus. He gripped the controller a bit too tightly. Stared at the screen and felt the sweat run down his back.

For all that though, the race wasn't particularly close. Tim crossed the finish line far before Isaac did. The skinny freshman's dare told him to take off his tighty whities which, honestly, was probably doing him a favor. Tim didn't look too hard but he could tell Isaac had a good sized dick. Probably about as average as everyone else's at the party. He was hard as all get out, though, that was for sure.

Isaac sat down and covered himself. He was so shy, he made Sydney seem like an extrovert. Zoe leaned over. "You have a great cock. Let me see it." Isaac almost beamed when she said it and slowly let his hands slide away.

Zoe turned and gave Tim a warm smile. It made him like her all the more, the way she was trying to help the kid come out of his shell. Tim remembered being a weird, anxious kid. He wished he'd had a Zoe to help him along. After giving Isaac an appreciative once over, Zoe grabbed her controller for her race against Sydney. Both girls were in their underwear, and Tim couldn't help but stare at four ample, yet perky boobs.

Last time they'd all raced, Sydney had slow-played until things really mattered. Not this time: the buxom blonde wiped the floor with poor Zoe. Tim almost felt bad, like maybe he should have warned his tall companion. Tim got out the green cards and dealt one to Zoe, which asked for a kiss. Tim knew these were the most common in the deck, so he wasn't surprised to see it pop up. Sydney offered to pass it over to Tim or Isaac (the freshman's eyes practically popped out of his head), but Zoe flatly refused. She walked right up to the beautiful blonde girl, a bit of smile playing across her face.

Zoe was easily half a foot taller than Sydney. She bent down slowly and pressed her lips to the blonde's. They both sighed in unison. Tim had been expecting something small, cursory. Zoe spent her time on Sydney, tasting and teasing at her lips. Tim thought he even saw Zoe's hand snake up Sydney's bare side at one point.

They broke and stared at each other starry eyed.

"That was awesome!" Isaac said. Everyone laughed.

"It was pretty great," Zoe said. Sydney sat down silently, but Tim thought he recognized the euphoria on her face. It was the same look Sydney had given him when they'd kissed those many months ago. Shocked and happy and something almost a little bit like love.

The next round had Tim racing Zoe. He was pretty sure he was going to win, so, of course -- he lost. Zoe laughed and clapped as she crossed the finish line. When they'd first arrived, Tim had noticed Zoe looking dour and was worried that the ultra-serious woman from before had returned. Now, in that room, his fun friend was back.

"Oh, Tim," Zoe said, "I really hope the cards give me a good one."

They did not. Tim's dare was that he had to put clothespins on his nipples for one minute. Zoe cackled madly as she attached them (she found two down in the laundry room). But once they were on it wasn't sexy -- just kind of bizarre. And it hurt like hell.

After that less than joyous experience, Isaac raced Sydney. The blonde was clearly not taking any chances -- she hit him with red shells twice back-to-back and that was pretty much it. Isaac was clearly rooting for a kiss dare or something. He might have even taken the clothespins if it meant Sydney would touch his nipples.

Instead, however, he had to go outside and run around the house. It was cold enough that everyone agreed he could put on socks and shoes, but that was it. Isaac slipped out the door. They all watched him through the window, curly hair bouncing as he did one circuit through the snowflakes. When he came back he was practically blue. But Isaac kind of got his wish after all -- Sydney and Zoe draped him with a blanket and then held him close to help him get warm.