Manufactured Misfortune/Day1-Anatomy-Med/Forfeit Dare/Pick Dare
"Okay, okay, don't bite my head off! Dare."
You watched your sister sit in contemplation for a moment. Every few moments she squirmed in her seat, undoubtedly from her asshole still recovering from her dare. You worried for a seconded as she grinned deviously only to be confused as her expression shifted to one of... disgust? As she readjusted again her mind must've settled as she gave you an impassive look.
"Go to the sink. Take one of the ice cubes I... handled. And eat it."
Neither of you said anything for a moment as her words hung in the air. Eat the ice she just shoved up her butt? Just thinking about it unsettles you. The untouched bar of soap on the table suddenly seemed like the most appetizing snack in the world.
Vaguely you wonder if X is watching this right now, laughing her ass off at your increasingly ridiculous dares.
Just as Emily began to open her mouth you steeled yourself and reached down for your boxers, cutting her off before she even began. Not breaking eye contact you pulled your boxers back on and rose from the table, not even bothering to hide the partial erection plain visible under the fabric. Marching to the sink you look down and see the two half melted ice cubes and tried to guess witch was the more cleanly between them.
Try as you may they both looked the same, and with no better option you grab the smaller of the two and pop it in your mouth like candy. Not even a moment later you throw your head back and gulp, swallowing the ice whole, wincing as it spread biting could through your body on the way down. With a shudder you lean over the sink for a moment, thanking whatever higher power there was that it didn't have a taste to it.
If X is watching, you'd better be getting a masturbation video from her.
Without a word you return to your seat, slipping your boxers back off as you sat down. Emily was looking at you aghast. You returned the impassive look from before.
"Truth or dare?"
Em blinks in surprise, seemingly having forgotten about the game entirely.
"Oh! Um, dare. I suppose I owe it to you after that."
"Oh yeah you do!"
You think for only a moment before smirking. Under the table your dick, having shrunk from the cold, began to stiffen again. You have just the dare for her.
"Go to the back door," you pointed to the sliding glass doors across the room. "Face them, open your towel and stay there for the rest of the game."
"W-What?!"
"You heard me, go flash the backyard that sexy body of yours for the rest of the game."
Her face rapidly began to redden, either from your dare, your choice of words, or both.
"But, but that's too much!" Any shame she had from the last dare vanished as she began protesting. "What if some one sees me?! There are young boys living behind us! I'll be branded a pervert!"
"So you're forfeiting? What is it up to now, four hours?"
"No! I'm not forfeiting! It's just that the longer I stand there the more I risk getting caught, and I don't now how long this will last."
She's really panicking now, yet she seems unwilling to relent totally. You're starting to suspect it's a matter of pride more than anything, not wanting to be the first to relent.
You decide to play this to your advantage.
"Tell you what, do this dare and we each get two more turns, then the game's over. But, you still gain one extra hour of servitude as payment. Deal?."
You try to keep your smirk from growing. If she takes the bait you're certain you can get two more dares from her, one for today and one for tomorrow. If not, it's still four hours of your sister's service regardless.
Does she accept?