Sister's First Sleepover Ch. 06 Pt. 01

Tara's hand ran into Becca's blonde tresses, stroking fingers across her scalp that sent lightning sparks through the older girl beneath her, she took hold of the back of Becca's head and pulled her up, deeper into her crotch.

All thoughts of resistance fled from Becca. Instead, she pressed herself up with Tara - she felt her nose pass deeper, pushing the fabric of the shorts into Tara's sweet hole. She could barely breathe as the tight, wet embrace tightened around her nose. She could hear Tara breathing more quickly - her short, excited breaths reverberated through her body. But, her slow, deliberate thrusts didn't quicken. Instead, she felt Tara rotating her hips in tiny circles, rubbing the outermost walls of her pussy against Becca's nose, using her face like a sex toy.

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Eliza left the living room, smiling at the naughty look she caught from Tara. She could have her fun, it made Becca all the easier to manipulate into doing whatever she wanted. As Eliza entered the bathroom she let out a sharp, sputtering fart that filled the room with it's odorous smell - then giggled at her own reflection. A picture of femininity and beauty in her dress, producing such an unwomanly sound. It was a shame she couldn't have done it in Becca's face - she bet that would've made her sister actually vomit.

But, there would be time for that. She pulled down her underwear and lifted the skirt of her dress, looking down at the neatly shaven pubes above her tight, pink slit of a pussy. Tara's was more of a camel toe - she could still picture it practically swallowing her sister's nose - the sight still made her smile. Her own was more exposed; a thin line of pink where her labia pressed together. Then, she picked up the empty glass she had grabbed from the kitchen. She held it so the rim of the glass was pressed against her pubis, surrounding her pussy.

The flow started as a golden trickle, then became heavier. "Aaaaah..."

The glass filled quickly, relief of an empty bladder flooding her mind. The stream trickled to a stop, the glass was about two-thirds full, a hot cup of golden piss. She wondered what it would be like for Becca when she finally tasted it. She didn't dare sniff it though, that would be disgusting. She wasn't sure how the game would end - would they get Becca to a point where she quit, or would she drink their piss? She wasn't sure which would be more fun - as she imagined a dare bad enough to get Becca to quit would probably be hilarious.

But, if they didn't...

Eliza perused the tooth brushes on the sink. She saw her own, and her mothers, and an unfamiliar one that was probably Tara's, then she saw Becca's.

"Just in case you give up after a dare..." Eliza picked up Becca's tooth brush and dipped the bristles in her piss. She stirred the glass with it for a few seconds before flicking the excess drips off in the sink and putting it back as she found it. It looked no different than it had - only wet. It would probably dry by the time she used it. The younger girl couldn't suppress her smile at the thought of how Becca would react when it went in her mouth.

She set the glass down and pulled up her underwear, without wiping. It didn't matter, Becca would be doing the laundry.

Before she returned, she changed out of her dress into some pajama pants and a comfortable crop-top. Eliza couldn't help but giggle at her red-painted toes, mouth-cleaned by her dumb sister. It definitely wouldn't be the last time that happened. She had all kinds of things she wanted Becca to start doing. Eliza collected the hot cup of piss, half cringing and half smiling at how nasty and warm it was - it grossed her out, but that made it all the better to mess with Becca. She headed back down to the living room.

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Tara's maneuvering did not pick up pace. She wasn't working towards finishing. Just teasing herself, and Becca. Becca didn't mind, she found herself intoxicated with Tara's smell, even guiltily wishing she could taste her too. Then, Tara stopped gyrating her hips and let go of Becca's hair, allowing her to settle back against the couch. Becca's focus shifted upward, to Tara's face. She saw Tara looking towards the door, suddenly bearing a very casual expression despite the flushness of her cheeks.

Becca heard the creek of floorboards in the sudden stillness and realized Eliza was about to return.

She heard her sister's voice, all mischief and mirth. "Oohh Tara, you're naughty." Had she seen them? She couldn't have. Tara gave a strange sort of smirk that didn't help Becca's sudden nervousness.

Eliza's grinning face appeared above her, looking down at Becca. "Your... fourteen minutes are up."

Then, Tara's weight lifted from her face. The younger blonde stepped off the couch, giving Becca room to stand. As she went, Becca couldn't help but see the damp crease of her shorts pushed between her vulva, and a darker, wetter spot where her nose had been. The sudden absence of contact made her face tingle, she felt red faced and a little sweaty - and hoped her nose didn't look too... wet.

She sat up, registering what Eliza's emphasised tone implied. She hadn't just been there for ten minutes, but almost half again as long. She knew she was supposed to be upset by that, or care at all, but all she could manage was, "Oh... I couldn't tell." She wanted to wipe her nose, but that would've brought attention to it. Part of her wanted to touch it with a finger and taste it.

It all felt so obvious. Eliza didn't seem to take any notice, instead motioning for Becca to get out of her seat. She did, sitting back on the futon. Tara was the picture of normalcy, settling back into her corner of the couch. Becca could still see the damp spot if she tried to look, but she doubted Eliza could see it from beside Tara. Becca then noted the glass of liquid on the coffee table to her side; it looked like flat beer. She was about to question it when she realized where Eliza had gone. Her stomach faltered at the reality of it - suddenly very aware of what would be faced if someone refused a dare - hearing it and seeing it were two completely different things. She did not want to be forced to drink Eliza's piss. Or Tara's, for that matter. That would be beyond disgusting.

She looked back to the pair, to see Tara getting ready to take another turn of spinning the bottle.