Sister's First Sleepover Ch. 06 Pt. 02

Foreword: Good evening, Degenerates. It's been a while. I hope you'll forgive the wait, I was laid low by sickness, and then when I started writing... it seemed to grow every time I thought I'd stop. Your feedback has been much appreciated and I think many of you will find a lot to like about the utter degeneracy of this chapter. For those of you still checking back, wait no longer - the gates to our Degenerate Paradise are open once more and will stay open for the foreseeable future.

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The bottle landed on Eliza, who picked dare. Tara gave her an easy one of going to make snacks; putting a pause on the game whilst she did. Becca felt a newfound shock of nerves, wondering how she was supposed to talk to Tara when they were alone.

Eliza went to the kitchen, Becca now noticing for the first time that Eliza had even had time to get changed whilst Tara rode her face. Maybe she could comment on that? She was desperate for something to re-break the ice when Tara announced, "Let's go with her."

Becca got up to follow, full of uncertainty and glad for some direction. She moved to follow behind Tara, the athlete already heading past her. Becca couldn't help but look down at her strong thighs and curvy butt, it snatched her concentration like bait on a stick. Then, Tara stopped in the doorway and spun to face her.

Becca had to catch herself quickly to not bump straight into the younger girl and found herself looking up at the gorgeous blonde who had mounted her face - her face that still smelled of Tara's cloying, delicious scent.

"It's a shame we had to stop." Tara said, smiling like a cat with a cornered mouse. Becca blushed, knowing what she meant but not knowing how to respond.

Tara raked a finger across the damp crease in her shorts, then pressed her finger against Becca's lips - as if to stop her from talking. Becca could smell her again, stronger than the lingering, fading scent on her face, and desperately wanted to suck her finger. Tara smiled, sensing the older girl's sudden excitement, and added, "We'll make sure to finish next time."

Despite the sudden shift in her own sexuality, and a new side of herself Becca didn't know existed, that should've made her confused. Instead she felt her knees weaken and an overwhelming desire to do just that. Before she could nod, or say anything, or suck that delicious finger clean, Tara withdrew it and went after Eliza.

The sudden absence was like being plunged into cold water. Becca took a calming breath and lingered in the living room for a minute to collect herself. She could hear the two girls chatting whilst Eliza filled bowls with snacks.

When she came in, it was all normalcy and teenage girl-talk again - as if nothing had gone on at all.

Eliza grabbed chips, pretzels, more glasses of soda and other finger-foods that wouldn't get in the way. Tara had grabbed a bottle of whipped cream from the fridge, cooly spraying some in her own mouth - Becca found herself staring until Tara winked; the older girl snatched her attention away, keenly aware of Eliza's presence and Tara's flirting.

Once Eliza was done, they returned to their seats and picked at their snacks. Then, Eliza spoke. "We're gonna have to get more creative or nobody will ever lose." Tara nodded her agreement through a mouthful of pretzels. Becca didn't like that suggestion, the two girls had been plenty creative with their dares; her eyes glanced at the cup of her sister's piss on the table. A stark reminder that these two played seriously. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to lose.

Becca was about to eat when Eliza gave the bottle a spin and it landed on her older sister.

Eliza's thin lips sprouted into a naughty smile, sharp eyes latching onto her sister. Becca's nerves fluttered once more - she recognised the look. Eliza had an idea and she was not going to enjoy it.

"I have to get you back for getting mom involved..." Eliza's hand slipped into the pocket of her pajamas. "It feels good to be out of them really..." She withdrew her hand, holding something bundled up in her fist. Eliza held her arm out, untangling three fingers - holding the garment pinched between her thumb and forefinger. Her red panties dangled lewdly from her hand, gently swaying in the room for the two other girls to see.

"You can wear these on your head between dares, for the rest of the game." Becca's jaw dropped, a rush of horror and disgust filling her. Tara looked surprised, and greatly amused, too.

"Eliza..." Becca started, when her sister approached her, holding the garment with two fingers at each end of the waistband. Eliza found herself putting horrific puzzle pieces together. These were the pair Eliza had just been wearing. Underwear she had walked around all day in, sweated into, worn to the bathroom...

The brunette stood over her, the panties stretched between her two hands as if she were going to help Becca put them on - which, she supposed, she was. "Eliza that's disgusting..." Becca couldn't see inside of them, she didn't want to look. Eliza could see them, as could Tara who craned her neck from her seat to get a better look.

The narrow strip of fabric was creased with faint white and yellow stains, the thinner side that had rested against her butthole was flecked with tiny dots of brown, and the red fabric inside was darker than out - where it had soaked up her ass and crotch sweat all day.

"Do we have our loser?" Eliza asked, barely keeping the cruelty from her cheerful tone. Becca narrowed her eyes, not knowing what to say but very much wanting to punch her sister. When she didn't reply, and started to reach towards the panties, Eliza gave her a victorious, magnanimous smile. "Allow me."

Then, twisted the garment around and pulled it down over Becca's head. Eliza made sure to avoid her sister's ponytail, angling the garment forward and stretching it down so that the waistband was practically around her sister's neck - putting the crease of fabric nestled against her pussy against Becca's mouth, whilst the part that touched her asshole ran up over her nose. It looked like a strange, inverted mask. Eliza let go, briefly admiring her work at how silly Becca looked, then reached to adjust the section over Becca's nose. Becca slapped her hand away, so she retreated - knowing well when to push and when not to.

Becca felt the fabric touch against her scalp, then the pressure as Eliza dragged the waistband down past her ears; the red fluttered past her vision and suddenly her nose and mouth were embraced by the damp, still-warm fabric of her little sister's underwear. The narrow gusset stretched tightly over her nose - making her shudder internally with the knowledge of where it had been.

The smell hit her then, on the first instinctive intake of breath when her nose was covered. A strong, tangy-sweet smell that was vaguely similar to Tara's vagina, mixed with less pronounced, but much more unpleasant acrid undertones of pee and sweat, along with an earthy, musky scent that Becca unfortunately recognised as the smell of her sister's asshole from higher up the garment. It was both overpowering and horrific - the smell was so intense and unpleasant it might as well have slapped her. She knew exactly what it all was. She couldn't help but think of how Eliza must not have wiped thoroughly after peeing - not even being able to comprehend or consider that Eliza had done so knowingly. It made her want to hurl. It was even stronger and more overwhelming than Tara's smell - as if the fabric had soaked in the scent of Eliza's private area and concentrated it.

It was all bad. The smell didn't even go away breathing in through her mouth. If she breathed through her nose, it smelled slightly more like ass, if she breathed through her mouth, the pussy smell was even stronger - and seemed to waft over her taste buds. Becca knew she couldn't taste it, but it felt like she could.

Finally, she dragged her shameful eyes from the floor - worse still, she felt stupid wearing them over her head like that - and saw Eliza and Tara looking at her, unreadable smiles on their face. They didn't say anything, which made her feel more humiliated - vaguely wondering if she could bear wearing them any longer. "...I feel dumb. This is disgusting."

Tara wafted a hand at her, as if brushing aside an unreasonable complaint. "Relaaax. You look great." Becca blinked, momentarily forgetting her predicament - was Tara openly flirting or was that comment normal? Eliza seemed to take it as the latter, sitting back in her seat and snacking on a handful of chips.

"It's your turn." Eliza prompted, mid-chew. Becca's train of thought about abandoning the game was again derailed, both by a desire to please Tara and a desire to get Eliza back. She reached down and gave the bottle a determined spin. Tara. Damnit.

"Dare." The younger blonde said, breezily.

Again, Becca found herself having to rapidly come up with something that wasn't 'too bad' because she was terrified of making Tara dislike her. "Uh... do thirty squats."

Eliza rolled her eyes and remarked, "Lame..." Becca couldn't help but agree. It felt like a weak choice even to her. She was trying to save her meanness for Eliza.

Tara got up, turned so that her ass was facing Becca, and began the exercise. Effortlessly bending until her ass was almost touching her calves - stretching the already thin, pink fabric tightly over her beautifully sculpted ass. "One." She counted off, confident and unphased. Becca briefly caught herself staring, but quickly looked away - only 'casually' snatching a look at Tara every so often.

Becca picked up a pretzel, pulled her 'mask' aside and put it in her mouth. Eliza was watching her like a warden, arrogantly waiting for her to put underwear back over her nose and mouth. Becca gave her a rueful, disparaging glare, but obediently pulled the red gusset back over her mouth. The sensation made her cringe, again feeling the damp fabric rub against her lips and nostrils. As she chewed, the strong scent of her sister's sex seemed to flavor the snack, adding it's own horrid twist to the taste.

"Whose do you prefer, mine or Tara's?" Eliza asked after a mouthful of soda. Tara briefly paused her squatting, glancing over her shoulder. Becca gave her sister a questioning look, unsure if she was being teased or tricked. Eliza rolled her eyes again, as if having to explain something to an idiot. "Which of our pussies smells better?"

The question felt like a slap in the face. So far, it had all gone unsaid. If nobody said the words, it wasn't real. She had vaguely hoped Eliza didn't know where her nose had been. Becca realized it wasn't hard to deduce; Tara had been sitting on her face, and now she was wearing Eliza's panties on her face, but to have it put into words like that so shamelessly...

She was a little at a loss for words. But both girls looked at her expectantly, as if it would be weird and awkward not to answer.

"Uh... Tara's."

Initially, she said it because one of them was her sister's vagina, which inherently made it a worse experience. But also, she couldn't think of anything she'd rather smell right now than Tara's. Eliza didn't even look put out, making a face as if hearing an interesting fact. Tara smiled, clearly pleased by the answer, before resuming her squats.

"Well, you're smelling my underwear, so I won't hold that against you." Eliza quipped, not sounding at all like this was as weird as Becca felt it was.

It felt vaguely surreal, but before Becca could think about it anymore, Tara sounded out, "Thirty." And sat back on the couch.

Eliza reached out and gave it a spin. Her and Tara had practiced a bit with the bottle, getting a rough idea of the kind of force it needed to stop in the direction they wanted - between that and their positioning of the seats, the young brunette was confident where it would go. The bottle did three revolutions before sliding to a halt just short of Becca.

The older blonde grimaced, as she did her facial muscles pushed at the taut fabric - her lips brushing against a wetter part of the fabric. She wanted to hurl, both through the sensation and the repeated nausea inducing anxiety of seeing her evil mastermind of a sister determine her next torment.

When Tara picked up the whipped cream again, squirting a blob into her own mouth, Eliza snapped her fingers. "Oh, that's it. I dare you to lick whipped cream from between Tara's toes." The younger blonde gave a laughing sneer, "Aw, 'liza you're gonna ruin whipped cream for her!"

Eliza wafted her hand, brushing the mock-concern aside. "It's not that bad, better than licking your toes without it."

For once, Becca agreed with her younger sister. They couldn't see her face from beneath the red panties, but she had a look of relief; which a moment later she felt bewildered by. She had been thoroughly acquainted with the taste of both of their feet now, which still disgusted her, but the cream would certainly make it more bearable.

With a flood of relief, she pulled the underwear from her head and threw them at Eliza. Eliza caught them with a mean smile. Despite offering a faux-protest, Tara now leaned forward and pushed the tip of the whipped cream canister between each of her toes; it gave a quick, hissing spurt of cream with each pull of the trigger. Becca had already thoroughly made out with Tara's feet - they were still damp with perspiration but most of the sock lint had fallen away during the 'massage' - except between her toes. Tara didn't use a lot of cream, just enough that Becca would have to dig between with her tongue to get it all. Once she finished one foot, she extended it out towards Becca, grinning like she had offered her a meal.

The older girl again slipped to the floor, sitting herself down in front of Tara's sole. A small part of her wondered if she should just give the futon up, she sat on the ground so often. Then, she cupped Tara's ankle to give her support and examined the smooth, meaty sole of the athlete; the slightly scuffed heel, the flatter arch, the meatier pads on her heel, arch and ball, and the slightly longer, thicker toes - now with blobs of white cream between them. The scent was still there, the musky smell of Tara's sneakers and socks along with the cheddary, sweaty smell of her feet.

Becca looked up at both her sister and Tara, watching from their seats on the couch. Eliza swigged at some soda, whilst the blonde watched her with a smirk of anticipation. Better to get it over with now, she thought. With much less hesitation than any other time she had kissed, licked or sniffed the younger girls' feet this weekend, she moved her lips close to Tara's toes and extended her tongue; shaping it to a point, she pushed her pink tongue between the pinky and fourth toe of Tara's foot - using it like a wedge to slip between and spread them. At first all she could taste was the whipped cream, her tongue dug until she felt it press against the base of the crevice between Tara's toes. Once there, like when Becca licked between Eliza's toes, she stroked her tongue back and forth, quickly gathering up the confectionary and toe jam within.

Her tongue came away, to her view, with a mound of whipped cream. The two girls watching her could see the back end, speckled with toe jam. Becca unknowingly brought it into her mouth and swallowed it down. Eliza hid her disgust with her soda, Tara teased her, "Taste good?"

Becca looked up from the foot to Tara, having been trying to focus and just get through it. To be honest, it wasn't that bad - there was a hint of foot sweat, and the smell of Tara's feet colored the flavour somewhat, but it was certainly more bearable than without. "...It's better than nothing."

The older blonde went back to Tara's foot, licking again between the next two pairs of toes; her tongue pushed deeper each time, requiring her to stroke her tongue more thoroughly to collect all of the cream in one sweep. She swallowed, and continued to the final pair - the big and second toe. Becca held Tara's foot close to her face and pushed her tongue between them at the base, rather than coming from above. She reasoned that she could sweep her tongue up and get all of the cream in one pass.

Tara had a better idea, curling her toes and pinching Becca's tongue between them - the older girl's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden squeeze. Tara giggled, wiggling her foot back and forth, dragging Becca's head from side to side by her tongue. "Eeghhhh?" Becca whined, not quite pulling with enough force to free herself, instead producing a wordless sound of confusion and pleading for mercy. Eliza doubled over laughing at the spectacle.

Finally, Tara relented and let go, Becca fell back on her butt, a look of exasperation on her face - her cream and toe jam covered tongue slipping back into her mouth. Tara cocked a head, all warm smiles and light hearted mirth. "Just wanted to make sure you got it all!"

She was teasing, Becca knew that. She scoffed, not really having a response for the unprovoked action and instead filled the silence with a laugh of her own - she saw the humour in it, even if it wasn't making her laugh.

Tara went towards her second foot but Becca shook her head. "Nope, 'liza didn't say both feet." The younger blonde gaped, sad that her other toes would go un-licked. Eliza shrugged her narrow shoulders, a wry expression of acknowledgement that it was true. Despite her confusing feelings towards Tara, Becca wouldn't let herself be a complete doormat - she had her pride, as small and malleable as it was. So, she sat herself back on her futon, feeling like she had won some small victory in this game where she felt so close to losing.

Now, it was Tara's turn.

The athlete chewed on her options, her pretty blue eyes drifting to her own saliva-soaked toes, then to Eliza; her best friend was truly a good opponent, it was often hard to match her when cruelty and creativity came into it, but Tara loved a challenge. Finally, her eyes landed on the older blonde girl she had found great pleasure in teasing and tricking into doing whatever they felt like. It was time to step things up and win this game.

"I dare you to lick my butthole. For five minutes."

Becca, self conscious of her awful panty-mask, had been idly watching Tara make a decision. Somehow, she wasn't nearly as anxious about the outcome. All she could think of was the weight of the girl straddling her face, and the delightful smell, and the strangely arousing feeling of what she knew to be the girl's labia against her face. After what Tara had said, she was finally sure Tara was interested and, despite the initial feelings of shame, she was shamefully excited. Then she heard Tara's proclamation and any hope of leniency faded away.

"Your... butthole?" The idea was revolting. Kissing her sisters... god, she couldn't believe she even did that, that was easily the most disgusting thing she had ever expected to do in her lifetime. Licking one? More than once?

Before the older girl could let her disgust and reluctance mount, Tara clambered to her knees on the coach and turned, so she was bent over the back cushions. Her thumbs hooked into her waistband and slid down her shorts, revealing the smooth, pale white form of her magnificent ass. Wide hips, strong muscle and a healthy amount of fat gave Tara a butt any woman would die for. It even sat so perfectly as to have a straight, defined cleft at the bottom of each cheek, where it hung past her thighs.

Without underwear, the twin globes were parted slightly, pale skin leading to darker, browner skin around the crack. At the joint of her legs, Becca could see the pronounced mound of a pussy she had buried her nose into. Tara's outer labia was thick, a camel-toe, with a slit of pink hiding between both lips. It was shaved bare and deliciously inviting. With her knees spread slightly, Becca could even see the glimpse of a hole in the tight line of pink within. North of Tara's vulva was a darker spot at the bottom of her crack where her butthole was hidden.