Chapter 48

Sandals on the stairs got Evan’s attention. White leggings, plaid skirt, white blouse, pointy tits that screamed for a bra, and those pigtails that made Becky appear too young for him to have fucked her followed. Damn it, Evan thought, I hate her. Actually, he hated himself for opening Pandora’s box in the first place. Becky smirked, and he looked away.

Deana turned from the group of girls who had been munching on junk and talking and said, “It’s about time.”

Jason reached the bottom step and said, “Sorry, Becky made me late.” He seemed as nervous about what Becky might say or do as Evan was. I better talk to him, Evan thought, set up some kind of damage control. Plus, he needed to talk to someone about what happened with Miss Style.

“You missed the spanking,” Deana said.

“Ooh, can somebody spank me?” Becky asked, and Jason glared at her.

Deana chuckled. “Maybe later, but now we’re gonna play the game.”

The game sounded very specific, and that made Evan nervous, so he asked, “Strip poker?”

Deana gave him the evil eye. Kimmy said, “Truth or dare?”

“No,” Deana said, “we’re not in sixth grade. Everyone take a seat, and we’ll explain.”

Oh, great, Evan thought, no time to talk. He turned and watched Jason consider his options as people found a spot on the couches. It wasn’t a surprise to see Jason sit next to Kimmy because other than being a little taller and more muscular from gymnastics, Kimmy’s body and hair color were much like Becky’s. Jason either had a type, or he only wanted to fuck girls who reminded him of his sister. Evan grinned, thinking what I wouldn’t give to see the look on Kimmy’s face if Jason whipped out the mule.

Becky, Gloria, and Darlene sat on the couch across from Ann, Kimmy, and Jason. Evan wanted Jason’s spot directly across from Darlene so he could watch the redhead open and close her legs, but he sat catty-corner to Becky on the couch that faced the staircase. His knee touched Becky’s. Deana sat next to him with Rebecca beside her.

“Is everybody comfortable and happy with their spot?” Deana asked. Everyone nodded curiously. “Good. During the game, you have to stay there. You can get up for a drink or use the bathroom, but you must return to that spot.”

“Why?” Ann asked.

“Because we—Rebecca, really, had a hard time coming up with unique dares that stayed TV-16 or below,” Deana said.

“I thought we weren’t playing truth or dare,” Kimmy said.

“We’re not,” Deana said. “We’re playing dare or bare.”

Ann said, “What the hell?”

Evan turned to Deana. “Huh?”

Becky leaned forward, put her hand on Evan’s leg, and said, “Ooh.”

“It’s like charades,” Rebecca said. “Except, we aren’t trying to guess what you’re doing. We already know that. It’ll be your job to make us believe it’s real. You know, real enough that we could have guessed if we were actually playing charades. You have to convince us, one way or another.”

“Believe what is real?” Kimmy asked.

“The stuff we wrote.” Deana held up several pieces of paper. “We worked really hard on these.”

“Hard on.” Becky giggled.

“But what if we can’t?” Ann asked.

“Don’t worry,” Deana said, “it’s all TV-16-rated stuff or below. Nobody is going to have to do, um, well, do anything I wouldn’t do. But, if you can’t or won’t, then you can remove a piece of clothing instead.”

“But shoes, socks, jewelry, and stuff like that don’t count,” Rebecca said. “It has to be a piece of clothing ... your shirts, pants, and...”

“Sounds like fun,” Becky said.

“You knew that and didn’t wear panties anyway,” Ann said.

Rebecca shrugged. “I’m sure I won’t fail to convince everybody I’m for real.”

Deana shot Rebecca a warning glance and said, “Okay, we’ll go around the room, and everybody will get the same dare, but the who with changes based on where you’re sitting. That’s why you can’t move around.”

Evan said, “What?”

“Let’s play already,” Rebecca said. “It’ll make sense then. Who wants to start?”

Darlene shrugged. “I will.”

“Great, dare, or bare?” Deana asked.

Darlene made a show of looking under her skirt and said, “I don’t really have a choice.”

Ann and Kimmy stared at the redhead as if they couldn’t imagine how any girl would leave home in a skirt without underwear. Deana unfolded a piece of paper. “You have to make us believe you’re sharing your first really passionate kiss.”

“With who?” Darlene asked.

Rebecca shook a bag. Deana reached in, pulled out a piece of paper, and read, “With the person chosen by whoever is sitting on your left.”

Gloria and Darlene both said, “What!”

“That’s what it says here.” Deana waved the roughly torn rectangle of paper. “It would be too easy if you got to pick someone you wanted to kiss, but don’t worry, you can fake it ... as long as we believe it’s real.”

“Gloria, who do you choose?” Rebecca asked.

Evan watched his little sister smirk as she said, “Kimmy, I pick Kimmy.”

Kimmy protested while Ann and Rebecca yanked her to her feet. Darlene’s expression made Evan feel sorry for the prudish tumbler but excited about the redhead kissing another girl. Although he would rather, it was Deana again.

The two victims of Deana and Rebecca’s scheme backed up from between the two couches until Kimmy was against the side of the staircase. Darlene stepped in front of her, blocking their view of Kimmy. Evan could see the girl’s arms dangling at her sides. Darlene’s hands went up somewhere around Kimmy’s shoulders or neck. It might have been the hand-over-her-mouth trick he used on Jayda, but Darlene’s head turned. Evan thought he heard Kimmy gasp, and her fingers closed and opened several times. Cheers erupted, and Darlene turned back. “I guess you were convinced.”

Kimmy wiped her mouth and walked to her spot between Ann and Jason. The poor girl looked as if she had seen somebody get stabbed to death. Evan chuckled, thinking Deana’s game wasn’t so bad after all.

“Okay,” Deana said, “I doubt anybody wouldn’t be convinced that was real, but don’t forget, it doesn’t have to be, as long as we think it is.”