Chapter 14

“Can we get this over with?” Harley placed her hands on her hips and stared down at them. “Show me the weed?”

The boys had a cigar box of their own with some weed. They were willing to part with a small baggie of marijuana if my cousin played Truth AND dare.

“Fine, but I am not putting needles in my body, no blowjobs, and nothing to do with poop,” she laid out her boundaries in a tone that suggested she had already established this before.

“We never dared you to give us head,” Lloyd took umbrage with only one of those restrictions. They had clearly all played this game before but I did not know the rules. My cousin sat down Indian style with her legs crossed. I sat down with her. We were both wearing only our night shirts.

I adjusted my shirt so that my pussy wasn’t exposed.

“Oh, you aren’t going to be wearing it that long, with these perverts,” Harley warned me. That was the first I had heard I was going to be playing as well.

My cousins crawled out from the tent, along with Patrick. They set up two of the flashlights to resemble a campfire and then set up in a semi-circle Indian style in front of us.

“So, one each?” Harley negotiated how many dares we would be doing. I hadn’t even agreed to play but I didn’t protest.

“We should each get three!” Lloyd insisted.

“There are two of us, so you get the Doublemint twins,” Harley referenced an iconic TV commercial where two blonde twins chew gum together.

“So, you will do them together?” Gerald seemed excited by that prospect – VERY much so.

“No Lezzie stuff,” Harley looked directly at me and frowned as she said it – almost as if she expected me to be disappointed because I had suggested it. I had no idea what was going on. I was nervously terrified, but secretly very excited.

“Fine, then you guys do two each,” Lloyd offered. My cousin accepted for us and seemed impatient to get this game over with. I sat up, wide-eyed and worried.

The rules of “truth and dare” were never explained to me. I became aware of them as we played the game. One boy started by giving us both a dare. I wasn’t made aware of what would happen if we refused the dare because Harley accepted for us both and never consulted me.

Lloyd went first. “Play with your pussies,” he dared us very calmly. My brother’s eyes widened almost as much as mine. Clearly, this was a very raunchy game. I felt Patrick might want to put a stop to the game when he heard the first dare.

“Oh my god, you always do that dare!” Harley protested and slapped her thighs. She sighed and insisted that the lights stay off and asked how long we had to do it for. She pulled her shirt up around her waist and exposed herself.

“Shirts all the way off, and for side one of Fly By Night!” Gerald insisted.

“It’s Lloyd’s dare,” Harley started to take her shirt off. She glared at me to insist that I do it with her. I put my fingers around the edge of my shirt. I had been undressing each day to trim my pussy around the guys but this felt different. That was in the light and Eddie was always there – it didn’t feel that naughty after the first time. “Plus I am so sick of Rush. How about you put Puppy Love back on and we’ll get off to that.”

“That’s a .45!” Lloyd’s tone suggested he felt that he was beating cheated. An album in those days played at 33RPM. A 45 was a smaller record containing a single song.

“Fine, you can play it like three times!”

“You just want to hear Donny O. while you have your O,” Lloyd teased his sister to suggest that she was going to have an orgasm to the high-pitched songster’s bubble-gum pop anthem.

“Do you want us to do it or not?” Harley was already naked and now standing. She didn’t deny her brother’s theory. I reluctantly removed my clothes and stood up. The boys didn’t answer us. Instead, Gerald put the needle on the 45 and the music began to play.

Patrick looked right at me with concern on his face. He was shocked that I was really going to go through with this. “Can we sit on the bed?” Harley asked as she began to finger her pussy with one hand.

“No,” Lloyd insisted. Harley groaned and then looked at me insistently. I joined her.

She had sneakily masturbated in the bed with me in it before. However, this was the first time I had ever watched my cousin openly masturbate. I didn’t get to watch her though – I looked straight ahead and used a finger to touch myself. I probably wasn’t very lively because I was frightened.

“Okay, Truth,” Harley said. Apparently, WE get to ask a question when we accept a dare and they have to answer it. “Have you peeped on me and Tish in the shower?”

“Tish can ask her own question,” Lloyd insisted.

“She doesn’t know how the game works. I am asking for us both. When is the last time you peeped on us?” Harley insisted.

“Tonight,” Lloyd admitted reluctantly. He and Gerald hung their heads down but grinned a little. My brother hung his head in shame – deep shame. I felt a little betrayed, but far less guilty knowing he had seen me finger-bang myself already. I started to frig my pussy a little harder. It was strangely arousing to be watched while I went to town on myself.

“You guys are such fucking perverts, I swear,” Harley looked down her nose at her brothers and Patrick, and didn’t admit we had been watching them. “Why this dare if you watched me do it earlier?” she asked. In retrospect, I was so naïve at that time that I did not realize she thought they were implying that they knew she let the dogs lick butter from her pussy.

“You had soap and water all over you and were in the tub,” Gerald admitted. I didn’t know that my cousin took bubble baths or that we even could take them. They had well water and it smelled terrible and left brown rings around the tub. I didn’t want to soak in that.

“Yeah, I have to do that because I assumed you would be out there watching me have a little private time,” Harley insisted. She scowled at my brother disapprovingly. I had stood up and played with myself – blissfully unaware that they were watching me.

“Jerk off how you do it in the shower,” Gerald encouraged me to get a little more playful with my body.

My face was either completely pale as the blood drained from my body, or bright red from shame. I was rigid and frightened. I shook my head no. I was afraid to say anything at all for fear that my voice would crack.

“The show is the show. Is that your second dare, Gerald? For her to play with herself like she does in the shower?” Harley asked.

“No,” Lloyd said. He said that I looked like I had just ate sour Brussel sprouts and smelled the worst fart in the world and he wanted me to loosen up. The others laughed – even Harley. She told me that it was up to me and a dare is a dare.

I began to play with my tits more and dance and sway my hips like I did in the shower. I liked to play with my ass in the shower, but I didn’t do it while they were watching. I felt like that was far too nasty.

I had no interest in playing with my ass before watching Juggs get punished. The fact that she pulled things in and out of her ass around the house fascinated me. Eddie made her put all sorts of household objects up her ass. You never knew what would be up there. He even put a spatula in her butt one time. I had been exploring my own sexuality by watching Juggs – but I thought it had been private.

When the song ended, Gerald put the record needle back to the beginning and played it a second time.

“You get to ask one question of the person who asked the dare. They HAVE to answer truthfully or you get to stop and give THEM a dare,” Harley said. I got the impression that the turnabout during the game excited her. She seemed to want me to ask them a question, but I couldn’t think of any.

“You ask for me,” I said.

“See?” Harley stuck her tongue out at her brothers because I had just vindicated her position that she could speak on my behalf. Harley mirrored my moves and stroked her much larger breasts. “Okay, have you gone out to watch Juggs in the barn at night?”

“Fuck no! Dad would hang our testicles from his CB Radio antenna,” Lloyd responded without hesitation. The others nodded and chuckled. CB Radio was VERY popular at the time – they were even making movies about trucker convoys. Truckers were seen as outlaw Robin Hood types and speeding or breaking traffic laws was considered a just act of rebellion.

During the third song, Harley began to moan and gyrate. Her hips swiveled and she seemed to be putting on a very bad performance of an orgasm – it was a far cry from the vulnerable, mewling and animalistic orgasm she had when the dogs were licking her pussy.

I tried to mimic her, but I doubted the guys believed we had orgasms. Harley’s expression suggested that she felt she ripped the guys off as she abruptly stopped when the third and final song finished. She put her hands on her hips and asked Gerald if she was going to have to take the shirt back off.

“You can put it back on, because I love to watch you take it off,” Gerald teased his little sister. He said his dare was simple. “Tomorrow, you will shave your pussies completely bald in front of us when Juggs does.”

“You can’t five a dare for the future. They have to happen right now,” Harley insisted angrily as if that were an established rule that everybody had agreed upon. She put her shirt back on, so I put mine back on.

“That’s the dare! You can ask me the truth now!”

“I should ask you in front of Eddie and Juggs,” Harley scoffed and looked over at me to gauge my reaction. “We can go shave now. Dad is outside with Juggs. I am here for the weed, and I do not want to wait until tomorrow to get it.”

“We’ll give it to you after the game,” Lloyd promised us we would get it tonight but we had to agree to the dare. “I kind of want to see Dad’s face when you shave bald in front of him.”

“That’s not how the game is played, Lloyd,” Harley insisted and then pointed out she was the one who made up the game in the first place. That was a bit of a shocker.

“Ooh, does that mean you default we get to spank you?” Lloyd got excited.

“No!” Harley curled her lip in abject disgust and said that dares had to be done in the same night.

“Chicken? Seems like you are scared?” Gerald goaded his sister. She told him that wouldn’t work but he definitely got under her skin.

Lloyd reasoned that we’d be shaving within 12 hours and so technically it was still the same night.

“Once I shave my pussy bald, I am going to look like a little girl,” she insisted.

“You already do,” Lloyd teased her playfully.

Harley flashed him an annoyed expression and then stipulated that they couldn’t tease us or call us ‘baby pussy’ or ‘bald beavers’.

“If we don’t, Dad will know that something is going on. He’d practically expect us to tease you.”

“Fine, but don’t’ overdo it. Just enough that he thinks this was our idea. Deal?”

My cousins agreed on the dare. Harley got to ask another question.

“Do you get hard watching Juggs around the house?” she asked. I’d seen the bulge in their corduroys before Juggs ever started parading around naked full time. Boys back then prided themselves on tight pants and stuffed socks in their jeans to make it appear they had big dicks.

Lloyd looked embarrassed. It was Gerald’s turn to answer. “Yeah, I mean. Obviously, it’s hard not to notice!”

“Pervs!!” Harley chuckled sadistically. Gerald blushed and looked down with shame on his face.

“Do you get hard watching us?” I asked quietly and demurely. I didn’t specify when we shaved or not. I was too shy to explicitly talk about shaving or masturbating in the shower. I knew that Harley was supposed to ask for me but I blurted my question out. Harley looked pleasantly surprised, and then looked straight at Gerald expectantly.