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"How about this: for each dare we fail to do, we have to be the other's servant for one hour per dare, starting tomorrow, deal?"

Emily tapped her chin in mock contemplation for a moment before grinning.

"Deal."

You shake on it and get comfortable in your chairs.

"Ladies first," you say.

"Why thank you," she playfully bated her eyelashes at you. "So Ron, truth or dare?"

You think for a moment before choosing to start off easy.

"Truth."

"Okay. This morning in the courtyard, were you staring at Addison's butt?"

She thinks she's coming off strong, but you don't even hesitate.

"Em, there wasn't a single guy in the courtyard ''not'' staring as she walked by, of course I was."

"Ugh, you're right, I should've known that. Your turn."

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Alright, tell me, could you ''really'' not find the remote this morning?"

You smirk while watching your sister already squirm in her chair, cheeks reddening. You can't help but note how ironic it is she's dressed the same way now as she was during the time in question.

"N-No, I knew where it was, I just choose not to use it."

"And why woul-"

"Ah ah ah, one question. My turn now."

Saved by the rules you relented, Emily looking a little smug now despite the lingering redness.

"Truth or dare."

"Truth."

You decide to stick with the safer choice even as Emily pouts at your answer. She thinks for a second before that pout was replaced by a sly grin.

"Tell me brother," she stood up from her chair, her towel clad body on full display. "Do you think your little sister's sexy?"

To emphasize the point she put one hand on her hip and another behind her head in an alluring pose. You suddenly found yourself glad you decided to play at the table as your pants begin to tighten in response to the erotic sight.

Still, however, you manage to give a clear cut answer.

"Yes."

She grins happily at your response and lets out a cute little giggle before sitting back down.

"Truth or dare?"

"Hmm, I think I'll be the adventurous one today. Dare."

She gives you a cocky grin to which you smile devilishly in return. It may be pushing the limits, but with how the past few questions escalated it just might fly.

You point to her chest.

"Take your towel and readjust it so you're holding it against your front, and stay like that for the rest of the game."

Emily blanked at the challenge, not moving for the longest moment. When she did she reached for where her towel was tucked together, but at the last minute lowered her hands to the table.

"Nope, sorry, but I can't do that."

"Well that's one hour of servitude for you then," you say cheekily.

She glares at you from across the table. When she spoke it came through partially clenched teeth.

"Truth or dare."

"Dare."

Instantly the venomous look turned to an evil grin.

"Okay smart guy, strip naked and stay like that for the rest of the game. I'll even be nice and let you put on your boxers if you have to stand or leave the table."

Her plan is obvious to you immediately, thinking she can get an hour of servitude from you. Unfortunately for her, she's wrong, and without breaking eye contact you reach for the edge of your shirt and hoist it over you're head. Smirking at her disbelieving face your undo you pants and slip them and your boxers down and off you legs in one swift motion, peeling off your socks along the way. Leaning back buck naked in your seat it takes all your willpower to keep from laughing at your sister's dumbfounded face.

"What's the matter Em, didn't think I'd follow through?"

"N-No..." was all she could utter, her gaze roaming over your bare chest.

"Well then, I guess you're going to have to step up your game now, aren't you?"

That seemed to snap her out of it, and just as you hoped there was a steely look in her eyes, her competitive spirit having been stoked by your snide remarks. Mentally you congratulated yourself for knowing how to push all your sister's buttons in just the right way.

...well, all except ''one'' button, that is.

"Oh you are on! Give me a dare and I guarantee I'll do it, otherwise I'll give you two hours of services instead of one!"

Now it's your turn to give and evil smile. With how well you know your sister you know just what kind of dare to give to either have her follow through and continue the game or forfeit and grant you three total hours of your very own personal servant. Plus, neither of you have set up a dare for a later date yet, and this is the perfect opportunity to do so. Unless, of course, you take a gamble and hold off for something bigger and better.

So many choices:

*[[Manufactured Misfortune/Day1-Anatomy-Med/Forfeit Dare|Give her a dare that'll make her forfeit]]
*[[Manufactured Misfortune/Day1-Anatomy-Med/Doable Dare|Give her a dare she can do right now]] '''Request''' --[[User:Notsooldpervert|Notsooldpervert]] ([[User talk:Notsooldpervert|talk]]) 04:13, 11 November 2020 (UTC)
*[[Manufactured Misfortune/Day1-Anatomy-Med/Assign Dare|Give her a dare for a later date]]

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