by C. W. Niess
Would Mark be better off stopping everything? He would have to first admit to Tina and Alicia, who he was. Then he would deal with Janice and Lucy, who would almost certainly upload the video of him whacking off while spying on the girl’s shower. That didn’t even begin to address the humiliation he would endure from his friends and family. Obviously, coming clean was off the table. Mark was going to have to lie back and let Alicia do her thing.
After a few minutes of cajoling, Alicia, as everyone suspected she would, agreed to go through with her assignment. Tina had always been the assertive one; Alicia generally followed her best friend’s lead, and this would be no exception. The skinny blonde wasn’t happy about her task, but she was going through with the dare.
Nervously, Alicia crawled up between Mark’s legs and reviewed the situation. Monica retrieved chocolate syrup and lubricant from her special box. Monica instructed the birdman to lift his torso then placed two pillows under his hoisted lower back. Mark’s dick and ass were elevated about eight inches above the plastic bed sheet.
Once the pillows were positioned, Monica poured the chocolate syrup over Mark’s still deflated penis. “Don’t worry about that,” Monica jokingly assured Mark. “Alicia will have your little birdy up and singing in no time.”
Tina cackled at her older sister’s joke. Mark and Alicia didn’t laugh.
Not satisfied with Mark's chocolate covered rod, Monica topped her creation off with a dab of leftover whipped cream. “He’s all yours,” Monica said to Alicia as she handed Mark’s stepsister the lubricant. “You better grease your finger first, or it’s gonna be a rough trip.”
This was undoubtedly the first time Alicia had done anything like this. While not a virgin, she had almost certainly never put her mouth on a man’s cock before. Mark thought about his stepsister’s relative innocence as she leaned into his pulsing dick and reached under his ass.
Mark felt Alicia’s pointer finger covered with slippery lubricant trailing down his ass crack as she searched for his orifice. After a brief hesitation, she pressed her finger inside him. Her fingernail scratched as she descended into his asshole, but she didn’t stop. Soon, the entirety of her finger was inside her stepbrother. Mark’s dick grew almost proportionately to the size of Alicia’s intruding digit.
“See,” Monica gloated in reference to Mark’s erect cock. “I told you he’d jump right back into action.”
Mark’s entire body convulsed as his stepsister’s tongue licked a dab of whipped cream off the tip of his penis. He could feel her finger adjusting itself inside him with every move she made. As she leaned in, she used her free hand to steady Mark’s penis so she could effectively remove the brown syrup.
Alicia took long licks from the base to the top of Mark’s cock just as one would devour an ice cream treat on a warm day. She used her finger in Mark's ass and a firm grip around his cock to position Mark most conveniently for her purpose. Timid Alicia was coming out of her shell and taking advantage of her bluebird friend more so with every lick, poke, and squeeze.
Mark's hands and feet pulled against the ropes as his body fought to wrap in on itself. His wrists and ankles stung. His asshole burned. His eyes watered beneath the sweaty mask.
Mark felt his torso thrusting upward partly to escape from Alicia’s finger but also instinctively into his stepsister’s mouth. As humiliated as he was, he desperately wanted to cum. His better judgment abandoned him; he wanted to fill Alicia’s throat with his seed. His balls tightened as blood jetted down his spine to his cock. He thought about his little stepsister and her warm lips wading through the syrup up and down his penis.
Semen shot into in the air like a geyser at Yellowstone National Park. While Alicia escaped the same face blast Tina suffered, Mark’s sperm occupied her hair and sullied much of her sweater.
“Ahhhh,” Alicia cried. “It’s all over me.”
“Holy shit,” Tina said laughing hysterically. He slammed her hands repeatedly against her knees. “He got you good.”
“Relax, ‘Licia,” Monica offered assuredly; she passed the box of wet wipes to Mark’s blonde stepsister. “It’ll come out. Just ask Tina.”
Alicia scrubbed her sweater and dirty-blonde hair furiously. When it didn’t come out to Alicia’s satisfaction, Monica recommended the blonde take a quick shower.
"You’ll both love round three," Monica promised. "Our game is tied."
Since Tina accompanied Alicia to the shower, Monica and Mark had a few more minutes of alone time. Monica took off his mask and offered him more juice. “You’re almost done, Mark,” she promised. “This’ll all be over soon, but you have to admit it. You’re having some fun.”
“Whatever,” Mark responded. He was enjoying Monica’s game, but he wasn’t about to admit as much. He would never admit it.
Monica took a couple baby wipes and gently cleaned the mixture of chocolate, saliva, and semen from his dick, stomach, and legs. She then returned to him and comforted him as a mother would console a pouting baby.
As Monica stroked Mark's sweaty hair and the chilled dormitory air rushed over his bare skin, he felt something strange for his host. Was this what hostages sometimes feel for the very people who steal their freedom away? As illogical as it was to a very logical person, he felt a strong bond forming with Monica. It was confusing, exciting, and fascinating all at the same time.
Mark fell into a peaceful trance as Monica’s cool fingers raked his hair. He was momentarily able to forget about Tina and Alicia, about Lucy blackmailing him, and about Monica’s game. He was able to lose himself in a consoling moment with the very person about to potentially ruin his life.
Mark's moment of silence broke suddenly when he heard his sister and Tina making their way down the hall. "My mask," he whispered to Monica, who was still stroking his hair. "My mask," he repeated in a panic.
Monica smiled widely at him as the two voices moved closer and closer toward the room.
"Please, Monica," Mark begged. "My mask."
"Do you trust me, now?" Monica asked him calmly.
"I do. I trust you. Really, I do."
Monica tilted her head and looked down at him. She brushed her fingers against his cheek as she scanned up and down his naked body.
"Monica, Please," Mark pleaded again as Alicia and Tina seemed just feet away from discovering his identity.
Just as the doorknob turned, Monica snatched the mask and slipped it over his head.
"Are you girls ready for the bonus round?" Monica asked. She was talking to Tina and Alicia, but her question was really for Mark. This was going to be his round.
"I get to go first this time," Tina said as she picked up the final jar. There were only four slips of green paper visible through the glass.
"You do get to go first," Monica affirmed with a smirk. "But before we begin, we have to untie our friend here. He'll need his hands for this round."
"His hands," Tina snapped. "That fucking perv isn't putting his hands on me."
"Tina," Monica scolded. "You agreed to play the game by my rules. You can forfeit now if you want, but you'll spend spring break cleaning and cooking."
"That's not fair," Tina argued.
"No," Monica agreed. "It's NOT fair. Did I at some point suggest this game would be fair?”
“Fuck this,” Tina said. “I don’t even wanna go on spring break with your bitch ass.”
“You don’t?” Monica snapped back. “You might want to rethink your decision.”
“Like hell, I will,” Tina responded; Alicia sat quietly.
“Well, then,” Monica answered arrogantly. She pulled out her cell phone and extended the screen toward the girls. “You might want to take a look at this first.”
“What the fuck?” Alicia said no longer willing to sit in silence. “Where did you get that picture?”
“That’s bullshit, Monica,” Tina added.
“Now, now,” Monica returned. “Before you go skinny dipping in our family pool, you should make sure
there aren’t any cameras around.”
“You took a picture of us when we were...you know?” Tina asked incredulously. “I didn't even think you were home.”
“That was private,” Alicia added as if it would somehow matter to Monica.
Monica laughed at the girls’ reaction to her photo. “Yes, I was home, I did take a picture, and maybe it wasn’t as private as you two little sluts thought it would be. Oh, and don’t worry. I have many more pictures if you don’t like this one.”
“So what’re you saying?” Alicia asked. “Are you threatening us?”
“Threatening?” Monica responded. “I’m not threatening anything. I’m just telling you what’ll happen if you don’t play out the game.”
“That’s bullshit,” Tina argued.
“That’s OK, then,” Monica answered. “I’m sure Alicia would be more than happy to finish the game without you. She probably doesn’t want to be an Internet star.”
Lying quietly on the bed, Mark couldn’t believe what was happening. He felt sorry for his stepsister and even, to a much lesser extent, Tina. Still, he couldn’t say anything no matter how much he wanted to intervene.
“So do we play, or do we start uploading pictures?” Monica asked.
“Fine,” Alicia said, “but if we play your game, you have to delete the pictures.”
“I promise,” Monica insisted. “If the two of you work through all my green notes, I’ll remove the pictures. I’ll even spend spring break cooking and cleaning for you two bitches. If one of you backs out, though, I’ll publish the pictures, and you’ll spend the break taking care of me. Do we have a deal?”
“Do we have a choice?” Tina asked rhetorically.
“Good point,” Monica said. “Now free our little bird friend so we can get started.”
Alicia untied Mark’s hands while Tina released his legs. As soon as he was loose, he sat up Indian style and covered himself with an unattended pillow. It was the first moment of even nominal modesty since the game began.
“All right, girls,” Monica said as she handed Alicia the jar. “The final round of our game is going to be a little different. It’s simple really. Whoever refuses to do exactly what’s on her paper loses the game.”
Alicia looked into the jar at the neatly folded strips of green paper. Nervously, she reached in and selected her first task; she read her assignment silently.
“What’s it say?” Tina questioned.
Alicia smiled in relief. “It says I have to spank his bare ass, twenty swats.”
“Actually,” Monica interrupted. “That means HE gets to beat YOUR bare ass.”
“What?” Alicia panicked. “That’s not how…”
“Now,” Monica insisted. “We have to keep the game moving. Go ahead and lose those tights.”
“I have to take off my pants?” Alicia asked. “In front of him?”
“What?” Monica responded. “Is it fair that he’s been naked all night, and you get to stay fully clothed?”
“But...But I don’t even know who he is,” Alicia argued in reference to her masked stepbrother.
“And he doesn’t know who you are,” Monica lied. “Now let’s get those tights off.”
Mark felt his dick growing hard once again as his stepsister stood up from her chair and pushed her black tights down her skinny legs. Mark looked around nervously and caught Monica smiling at him. She was enjoying her game and taking in his every reaction.
“Panties too,” Monica demanded immediately as Alicia stepped out of the tights.
Alicia obeyed with little hesitation. Mark couldn’t look away as his stepsister hiked up her long sweater to grasp the sides of her panties. He caught a brief look at her blonde bush as the panties slid down just ahead of the descending sweater. Mark knew it was wrong to watch his stepsister undress, but he wasn’t about to turn away.
“Good girl,” Monica said as she cleared her desk. “Now lean over here so Mar...I mean the birdman can get a good angle.”
Alicia nervously approached the desk and bent over it extending her butt into the air. Monica stepped behind the blonde and pulled Alicia’s sweater up her back completely exposing Alicia’s skinny white ass cheeks. Monica tucked the sweater under the blonde’s metallic gold belt so it wouldn’t drop back over her ass. It looked awkward, but the sweater was sure to hold its place.
“You’re up, Mr. Bluebird,” Monica said to Mark, who still had his legs crossed under the pillow.
Mark was embarrassed to get up and let the girls see his erection even if it was hardly a new development. While he didn’t care for Monica seeing him aroused by the prospect of spanking his own stepsister, he obeyed her instructions.
Monica extended her hand toward Alicia suggesting that Mark should get on with his assignment, twenty swats on her naked ass.
Mark slapped Alicia’s butt lightly.
“That’s not gonna cut it, birdman,” Monica insisted. “Better make the next one count, or you’re going over the desk next.”
Realizing Monica was serious, Mark hit Alicia much harder with the second smack.
“Ahhhh,” Alicia responded.
“Getting there,” Monica assessed. She rested her hands on her hips with a giggle. “Needs to be harder than that, though.”
“Ohhhh, shit,” Alicia squealed after the third smack.
“There you go,” Monica said with a quick slap on Mark’s own naked ass. “Now finish her off.”
“Four,” Monica counted as Mark took another swing.
“Please,” Alicia yelped with the fifth smack, her white cheeks now a bright red.
“Six,” Monica counted. “Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten…”
Mark felt bad for Alicia, but he knew it would be much worse for her if she realized the stranger spanking her was actually her older stepbrother.
“Ahh,” Alicia cried with the eleventh swat. Mark saw her eyes watering as she looked back at him hoping for mercy.
Mark continued with the next four smacks before pausing briefly. His stepsister whimpered in pain; Mark wanted to stop.
“Five more to go,” Monica demanded. “Just five more.”
“Slap,” Mark hit his sister’s ass for the sixteenth time.
“Ahhhh,” Alicia yelled. Her ass was blood red.
“Slap...Whack...Slap...Slap,” Mark hit his sister’s butt four final times in quick succession.
Alicia immediately pulled herself off the desk letting her long sweater fall over her burning ass. “Can I...Can I get my tights?”
“Sorry,” Monica returned. “You’ll get them when we’re done.”
Alicia didn’t argue. She just slowly walked over to the bed and sat down gingerly.
“This is bullshit,” Tina said realizing it was her turn.
“We’ll see,” Monica joked as she handed her younger sister the jar. “What’s in store for you and our birdman?”
Mark watched Tina as his childhood nemesis pulled a slip of paper from the glass jar. Mark thought about how great it would be to spank Tina’s bare ass. He would love any small measure of revenge for all the terrible things Tina had said about him and done to him over the years.
Tina held the note so only she could read it. Then, with a panicked look on her face, she closed the note, stood up, and started pacing the room. Tina wasn’t happy with what she was expected to do.
“What is it?” Monica asked her sister.
“It can’t be any worse than mine,” Alicia added. “Can it?”
“Fuck this,” Tina said as she continued to pace the floor. “Fuck this. Fuck this.”
“We can call it a night and upload those pictures,” Monica insisted. “Or the two of you can finish these dares and go home.”
“But, I just can’t do this,” Tina demanded. “Let me pull another card.”
“No do-overs,” Monica demanded. “What’s your note say?”
“It says he gets to shave my pussy.”
“That’s not so bad,” Monica argued wi
th a smile. “From what I remember, you keep little Tina neat and trim anyway.”
“Come on, Tina,” Alicia encouraged. “I already let him smack my ass twenty times. We only have three more notes then it’s all over. Monica will delete those pictures of us too.”
“Promise?” Tina begged her sister. “You’ll delete all the pictures?”
“All of them,” Monica insisted. “I promise.”