Chapter 1

This is the second series from a group of nonfiction stories that begins with "Angelina" and concludes with "Stacey."

There we were, staring daggers at each other. They were friendly daggers, but daggers nonetheless.

Strange lot, the four of us. We were childhood friends, having grown up together. As adults we lived apart, separated by four hundred miles of California coastline. Angie and I lived in San Francisco, while Julie and Matt made their home in Los Angeles.

For as long as any of us could remember, Angie and Julie were hyper-competitive with each other. Even though they were as close and loving as two sisters could be, they just hated losing to one another.

Maybe part of it was the fact that they were total opposites.

Despite their Sicilian ancestry Julie was fair of skin, with long, curly blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes; combined with her trim, athletic body and beautiful B-cup breasts, she looked like the prototypical California Golden Girl. She dressed like one too, her usual attire consisting of casual jeans or shorts, tennis shoes or flip flops and a t-shirt.

Angie on the other hand was Classic Italian Bombshell, with her darker olive complexion, luminous raven hair and full D-cup breasts. She had a much curvier figure, and whether we were at home or out in public she almost always wore stylish, sexy clothes.

Their personalities couldn't have been much more opposite either.

Julie was lighthearted and fun-loving, yet naturally cautious. When it came to sex, she was always a bit shy and reserved, preferring lights-off cuddling to wild, impulsive romps. Very much a people person, she lived to laugh and had lots of friends.

Again belying their sibling status, Angie was serious and intense. Considerably smarter and quite a bit more educated than her older sister of two years, she was much quieter in public. She was also a lot more aggressive, particularly in terms of competing. She absolutely loved to debate, and always had to win. Sexually, she was very confident and adventurous; little was beyond the pale for her.

Besides their maiden name, about the only thing those two sisters had in common was their obsessive competitiveness with each other.

In Angie's case that competitiveness also extended to Matt, Julie's husband. While the sisters were highly competitive with each other, the feeling of constant competition was even stronger between Matt and Angie. In fact, I'd wager that Angie would have rather lost to Julie than to Matt, and that's really saying something.

Speaking of wagering, it was a silly bet that started everything.

"Hey, little sister!" came Julie's happy voice through our speaker phone. "How would you like to have your big sister and her hubby come visit you guys for a week?"

"That would be awesome!" Angie exclaimed. "What's the occasion?"

"Matt has a week-long business seminar in Marin and we thought it would be fun to have me come along, you know, kind of like a mini-vacation. We figure we'll grab a hotel somewhere up there, but we can't go to San Francisco and not spend some quality time with you two lovebirds, right?"

"Definitely not. Don't be ridiculous, though. You guys are going to stay here with us. We have an empty guest bedroom, and we'd love to have you."

Two weeks later the four of us were sitting together at a nice harbor-view table in the airy, bustling dining room of Scoma's on Pier 47, enjoying an excellent dinner and a beautiful sunset on the water. After the usual pleasantries had been dispensed with and the wine had begun to lube everyone's tongues, the friendly bantering commenced in earnest.

The topic was Trivial Pursuit, which prompted Angie's teasing pronouncement that she and I as a team had never lost.

Matt laughed derisively. "Yeah, so? You're just along for the ride! Look at you taking credit for it, when we all know he's the one who answers nearly every question. The only ones you always answer are the movie questions and the 'Sports and Leisure' things about alcoholic beverages."

"Oh, bite me," said Angie, rolling her eyes. "I could beat you straight up."

"Great, and what are Dan and I supposed to do while you two idiots pound away at each other?" Julie asked.

"Fine," answered Angie. "Girls against boys. You guys up for it?" she grinned, putting her arm around Julie.

"Fine by me," I said.

"Fine by me too," smiled Matt. "You realize you have no chance against the two of us, right? Julie, what about you? What do you say?"

"Sounds fine to me. What do I care? It's just a silly game. It's not like we're playing for anything important."

"Ah, the built-in excuse," I teased. "'We weren't even trying, 'cause the game doesn't matter!'"

Man, Angie hated being teased about losing. Her dark eyes burned liked hot coals. "So what are the stakes then, smart ass?" she asked, her tone fairly dripping with sarcasm.

"What would you like them to be, sweetie?" Matt replied condescendingly.

"Oh, so it's 'sweetie' now, is it? You're that cocky about this, now that you've got Mister Trivia Geek on your side? Name the stakes. We're in."

Stiffening, Julie turned to Angie. "Whoa, hold on. I'm not agreeing to just anything here, not without knowing what it is first. I want some input in this too."

"Fair enough," I said. "Okay, how does this sound: We all pick the stakes."

"Oh, and how does that work, exactly? I know how you think. You're up to something, and knowing you, it's something totally perverted," Angie grinned.

"No shit," Julie said, smiling at me. "What's spinning through your devious little brain this time? I'm not running naked through a car wash, you freak."

She threw a crouton at me to punctuate her point.

"No, no, trust me, ye of little faith," I shot back. "You're so worried about me and what I'll pick for the stakes? As usual, I'm way ahead of you. I have it all figured out so that nobody can piss and moan about it. Like I said, we're all going to pick the stakes, and here's how we'll do it: We're each going to write down a command to the losing team."

"A command?" asked Angie.

"Yeah, a command. Or a set of instructions. Or a dare. Whatever you want the losing team to do, write it down. We'll each write down three things on separate pieces of paper. We'll throw all twelve things into a hat, and the losing team has to pick one each day. Just make sure you don't go too crazy with what you write down since you're going to have to pick blindly from the hat, and you may end up having to do your own command. See? We all pick the stakes, including you, Julie."

"What if I don't want to do the command?" she asked, ever the cautious one. "Like I said, I'm not running naked through the mall just because I lost a stupid game."

"Yeah," added Angie. "There has to be an 'out' rule, or something. I'm not so sure I'll be willing to do whatever it is you might come up with either."

"Ohhhh, lookie here, alert the media! The mighty Angelina is scared! Bwaaahahahaaa!!" taunted Matt.

"I'm not scared, you blockhead, I'm sensible. Who knows what sort of stupid things you might come up with? Besides, Julie's here too. You know, Julie, your wife? Julie, the cautious, conservative one?"

"You mean 'Julie the prude, ' don't you? Just say it. I know that's what you guys all think," Julie said morosely.

"Okay, look," I answered, trying to rein them back in before everything fell apart, "here's the 'out' rule: The losers can decide to decline a command, but if they do then they also have to choose two more, and they have to do them one right after the other, no questions asked. There's no saying no on the second try. That'll make it risky to turn down a command, since there needs to be some sort of penalty for turning one down. Just keep in mind, half the picks in that hat will be things your team wrote, so you have a pretty decent chance of not picking something really bad. Besides, you never know, we may go easy on you."

"Oh, fuck off," Angie grinned, then she turned to Julie. "Quit worrying. Matt's not going to make us do anything too crazy since he knows you'll have to do it too. My hubby will also go easy on you ... because he knows what's good for him."

Smirking, she gave me an evil leer.

"You know what? Screw this," Julie said. "I'm tired of being coddled. I'm your older sister, for Christ's sake. I don't need protecting, and I'm not a prude." She turned to Matt and me. "Let's do it. I'm in. Do your worst, you pricks. I'm looking forward to watching you two pay up."

"There you go! 'Atta girl!" laughed Angie, giving her sister a big hug.

Julie was beaming. She enjoyed being the center of attention, especially when it meant receiving praise from her sister.

"So, we're on? We're doing this for real?" asked Matt.

"Yes, we are," Julie smiled, "and like the saying goes, just be careful what you wish for..."

'Oh, I will. I am truly going to savor this, ' thought Matt, staring intently at Angie.

Catching his stare, she returned it with even greater intensity.

"Okay, here are three slips of paper for each of us. Write down your commands, fold 'em up, and stick 'em in the hat," I said, pointing to the Cleveland Indians cap I'd placed in the center of the dining room table.

"Any rules about these commands?" asked Matt.

"Good point," I said. "Okay, I think we can all agree that no pain, physical danger or public humiliation will be allowed. Nothing illegal, either. We're not trying to be assholes to each other, okay? We're just having fun."

I looked around the table, and everyone nodded.

"Are we going to talk about what everyone wrote down, you know, before we actually have to draw from the hat, or are we keeping everything secret?" asked Julie.

"Everything has to remain secret," I said to the group. "We're not going to talk about 'em. Except for your own picks, nobody will know what's inside that cap. Again, though, don't go too crazy with your ideas. Remember, if you write down that the loser has to get naked and go grocery shopping, it's your cantaloupes that could end up on display."

"If I may," said Angie, "I suggest that we disallow any public nudity commands. None of us want to be put into that position, and I'm sure we can do better anyway. I'd like to think we can come up with much less juvenile ideas. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm planning something a bit more devious for the loser ... something a little more personal," she added, giving Matt a sinister look.

She and Matt were always like brother and sister. They got along great, and genuinely liked one another; there were no ill feelings between them. They just plain hated losing to each other.

"I agree. No public nudity commands. Anything else?" I asked.

"Does the losing team have to pick tasks one at a time, so that each person picks something different to do, or do both people on the losing team have to do the same task?" asked Julie.

"Hmmm. Good question," I said.

"Both people have to do the same task," Angie said. "That way there's no risk of one of the losers getting something easy while the other gets something really bad. Besides, with two commands per day - if we did one for each loser - and only twelve slips, we'd run out of slips before the week was up."

Everyone agreed, and I gave us ten minutes to write down our three commands. Then, after making sure that the slips were properly folded before they were placed in the cap, I had Julie shake everything up. Once we were satisfied that the slips were all thoroughly mixed together, Angie spread the game out on the table.

"LET'S GET READY TO RUMMMMMMBLLLLLLE!!" I intoned, doing a crappy job of a Michael Buffer impersonation.

-a couple of hours later, Team Testicles had defeated Team Italian Titties-

"Two out of three! Two out of three!" pleaded Angie.

"Why should we? What's in it for us? We already won. Your asses are all ours now," I said.

"What do you want?" Julie asked fearfully.

"Well," I began, "in order for this to make sense for our team, since we would be the ones risking something here, I say we have to give ourselves the possibility of gaining something too. Wouldn't you agree, Matt?"

"Absolutely. We already won. Why should we give that up for free? So, yeah, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking we increase the stakes. See, I already know what I wrote. You might say that I held back a bit."

"I didn't," Matt said, looking right at Angie again.

She boiled under his possessive stare. "Fine. We almost beat you, so name your poison. We're going to win this time anyway."

"Okay," I said, "what's going to happen now is that Matt and I are going to add three more slips apiece, only this time our commands are going to be, shall we say, a bit more pleasing to us should we win. We'll still have to do them ourselves if we lose, so I know I'm not going to choose anything too crazy, but I'm definitely going to up the ante on these three slips. Matt, are you okay with that?"

"I'm good. I've got some ideas."

"Just remember, dude," I added, "don't go crazy with any 'hot lesbo action' commands, 'cause if we lose I will have to kill you."

"Yeah, baby!!" laughed Angie. "I'd love to see you two down on your knees, barking like dogs and blowing each other!"

"Not gonna happen," Matt smirked. "God, who knew you were such a freak?"

Julia grinned, "You're just now figuring that out? Jeez, honey, where have you been?"

"Yeah, yeah," smiled Angie. "Okay, so we're all agreed? Two out of three?"

Everyone agreed, and Matt and I added our six Extra Spicy recipes to the mix.

-two hours later-

"Fuck," Julie said, watching as I filled in our final slice of the pie to win the game.

Thank god for the 'Sports' part of the 'Sports and Leisure' category, because that was my ace in the hole. I just pounded away at those things, giving us more chances at the harder pie slices, until finally it was over.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this," I said.

"Oh, you definitely will," Matt added, grinning ominously at Angie.

"Good game, sis," she said, resignation in her eyes.

"I'm ready," Julie said, with a determined look. "I'm not scared. You watch. You guys all think I'm scared, but I'm fine. In fact, hey, I'm on vacation, so bring it on!"

We couldn't tell whether she was just trying to psyche herself up or if she really meant it. Either way, we had to give her credit for being a good sport.

"Go ahead then, Julie," I said. "Draw one from the cap."

Julie pulled out a slip and handed it to Angie, then she looked over her sister's shoulder as Angie read the message aloud...

The losing team serves breakfast in bed to the winning team for the entire week ... to each other's spouses!

Everyone laughed, and I looked at Matt. When he shrugged his shoulders, I made a face that said, "It wasn't me either."

Having figured it out right away, a smiling Angie turned to her sister.

"Okay, fine, I wrote that one!" giggled Julie. "I thought it would be really nice, and maybe even a little naughty too, so sue me."

She was grinning happily, evidently very pleased with herself and her good fortune over drawing her own command.

As it had become quite late, I suggested we call it a night, saying the fun would commence the following morning. Everyone agreed, and after Angie set Matt and Julie up in our guest bedroom we all adjourned for the evening.

I woke to the clinking of dishes and the pressing of something heavy on my bed. My eyes blinked open, and I sat up to see what was happening. It was still somewhat dark in the room, so I couldn't make out much.

The light on my nightstand suddenly clicked on, and there was Julie sitting beside me on the bed.

Angie was gone.

"Good morning, jerk face," said Julie, with a quirky smile. "As promised, I've come to pay my debt to society."

She'd placed a loaded TV tray on my nightstand and was sitting next to me as I sat up against the headboard. She had on a little slip of a nightgown; it was very pretty, though nothing overtly sexy or see-through. It was just a simple cotton nightie, white with lace edging, cut to a fairly low neckline. The lower hemline was about mid-thigh.

"Sleep well?" she asked; a bit too politely, I thought, noticing she was dividing her attention between my face and bare chest.

Angie and I slept in the nude, and even though Julie had seen me many times over the years without a shirt on, that morning was the closest she'd ever been to me when she knew I was naked.

My sheet was bunched up near my belly button, and I followed her eyes down my chest, over my stomach, to my ... morning erection, which was making a very obvious tent in my sheet!

'Oh fuck. Not good, ' I thought.

"Looks like someone was sleeping really well. Did I come too soon?" she smiled, all sugar and spice sweetness.

'Wow! Is my innocent sister-in-law actually flirting with me?' I thought, grinning to myself.

Without waiting for an answer, she stood and leaned down to grab the TV tray. Her nightie flittered up to where I got a really nice look at the backs of her thighs, all the way to the beginning of her ass. All I could see was just the start of her ass cheeks, and only for a brief moment. I couldn't tell whether she was wearing panties.

Turning back with the tray to set it on my lap, she exposed the tops of her bare breasts.

'Nice, ' I thought. I couldn't see much, but what I saw looked really good.

When she lowered the tray to my lap, she bumped it into my hard-on, jostling the dishes.

"Oops!" she giggled. "Sorry about that. It seems I ran into a little problem there," she said, shooting me a mischievous grin. "Well, more of a really big problem, I should say."

'She is flirting with me! Okay, fine. Two can play at this game, ' I decided. "Here, hold on to it a sec," I said, scooting up a bit higher. She looked at me with wide eyes, and I grinned, "The tray, smarty pants."

"Oh," she said, giving me a cute pout. Once I was situated again, she asked, "All better now?"

"Yeah, let's eat," I said.

Nodding, she bit her lip and stared.

While repositioning myself I'd made sure to rest the food across the tops of my thighs, well below my erection. Though my hard-on was still covered by the sheet, it was standing prominently above the tray. Knowing she was looking at it, I purposely bumped my cock with my forearm each time I reached for my plate, making it lurch and wobble for her.

She just sat there, nibbling on her toast while ogling my enormous erection.

I casually said, "I think I'm glad we won."

"I definitely wanted to win, but I guess as punishments go, this isn't so bad," she said, sporting a wry smile. "If we had won, it probably would have been kind of boring for you."

"Oh? How so?"

"Unlike you, obviously, I usually wear at least a little something to bed," she said, grinning as she stared at my cock.

"Well, like you said, you are on vacation. You know, when in Rome..."

"Hmmm, you may have something there. Still, I doubt it would be so obvious with me, the way it is with you." Nibbling on her toast again, she gave me another wry smile. "Yes, I think it's probably better that you won. This is much more interesting." After a lengthy pause, she added, "So can I expect a similar greeting every morning?"

"If you come when I'm just waking up, yeah, probably," I grinned.

I finished eating, and she lifted the tray away, uncovering me but for the thin sheet. While staring at my swaying length, she put her hand on my thigh. "Then I guess I'll have to make a point of booting Angie from your bed before you wake up. If you greet me like this every morning, breakfast may not be the only thing I serve you."

Giving me a sexy smile, she slowly slid her hand up my thigh. When my cock visibly throbbed beneath the sheet, she took it in her hand. Still smiling, she stroked it a few times and gave it a firm squeeze before releasing it.

Giggling, she took the tray out to the kitchen.

As I watched her saunter away, I thought, 'Holy fuck! What was all that about?'

After getting up to take an awkward piss, I threw on some sweatpants and headed to the kitchen, where I found the sisters whispering excitedly at the sink. Julie was checking the feel of Angie's silk nightie by lifting the hem and running the material through her fingers. When I entered the kitchen, they stopped what they were doing and started giggling.

"Oh my!" said Angie, beaming as she walked over to me. "Wow, honey, look at you. I guess you must have really enjoyed your breakfast in bed," she grinned, reaching down to grasp the conspicuous bulge of my cock, which was still semi-hard even after taking my piss. While caressing my resurgent erection, she smiled at Julie, who stood blushing as she watched her sister's hand travel up and down my jutting shaft.

I noticed Angie's robe reached the middle of her thighs, which meant she was wearing the more conservative of her two silk nighties. Even so, the wide gap between the lapels exposed a large expanse of her obviously bare breasts, and her long, thick nipples were showing erect through the thin wrap.

When she stepped in front of me and began teasingly pressing her ass against my hard-on, Julie went to her and playfully opened and closed the silk robe peekaboo style, prompting a laughing Angie to slap at her sister's hands.

Angie's tanned legs looked amazing in that robe; while the silk wasn't see-through, the wispy, clinging material vividly defined her smooth contours, in particular the deep cleft of her bare ass.

The overall effect was simply spectacular.

Taking a seat, I sheepishly looked up at the grinning minxes.

"So? Did you two have a nice time in bed together?" asked Angie, flashing Julie a bright smile.

Before either of us could answer, Matt came ambling into the kitchen wearing casual business clothes and a bemused grin. He shot a quick glance at Angie, who gave him a smug little smirk.

Julie laughed when she saw Angie's look of victory. "So, sweetie," she giggled to Matt, "did you enjoy your morning in bed with my gorgeous baby sister?"

"Yes, Matt," smiled Angie, "was breakfast served to your satisfaction?"

"Dude," he said, giving me a goofy lopsided grin. He shook his head and sighed, "I'm outta here. I gotta get going to my seminar, so I'll see you all tonight. Later!"

As he left the house, the laughing sisters high-fived.

Once Matt was gone, Julie couldn't stop laughing. "Angie, he may never eat my cooking again! Look at you, you little slut! I could never wear something like that around your husband!"

"Better get used to it, Jules," I said. "That's about as 'PTA mom' as Angie gets with her robes. She went easy on him."

"God, Matt's never going to want to go home now. How am I supposed to compete with ... that!" she exclaimed, using both hands to gesture to Angie's lush curves. "You two won't even know I'm here, not with her running around the house practically naked."

Leaning over, Angie whispered something in her ear. With a look of shock, Julie guffawed, bringing her hands to her mouth. "Oh my god, Angie! You're bad!" she giggled.

"I'm right, though. You know I am," Angie said, flashing another smug grin.

"Yes, you probably are," smiled Julie.

"Besides," Angie added, looking over at me, "judging by the condition he was in following your breakfast in bed together, I'd say my wonderfully excitable husband definitely noticed you."

"She certainly knows how to start a guy's day," I grinned.

"See?" laughed Angie.

Julie teased me with a coy smile. "I have to admit, it sure looked like you were enjoying yourself." Then she turned to give Angie's ass a playful pinch. "Even if I wasn't half naked, like my baby sister..."

Slipping her hand beneath Angie's robe to caress her smooth bottom, Julie gave me another sexy grin, and was that even a bit of a challenge in her eyes?

Angie and I had taken the week off from work so we could keep our guests company during their stay at our place. Specifically, Angie wanted us to entertain Julie while Matt was away. We just hung around during the day, catching up on our lives. We took Julie over to Sausalito for lunch, where we enjoyed a nice view of the Bay as we sat outside and watched the people go by.

Matt returned late in the afternoon, and he wasn't wasting any time. Leading Julie straight to the baseball cap full of commands, he had her grab a slip of paper.

Julie read it aloud...

Losers perform a sexy car wash for the winners, then it's time for some even sexier massages!

Everyone looked right at Matt, who grinned triumphantly. He'd been complaining about how badly his car had gotten blasted by bugs on the drive up from L.A., and Angie had always made it known that she was a sucker for a good full-body massage.

"Yep, that one was mine," he said, clearly quite proud of himself.

"I never would have guessed, honey!" teased Julie. "We all know how you've always wanted to give Angie a sexy massage, but what's this about a sexy car wash too? What do you expect us to do?"

"I think I can answer that," Angie grinned. "He wants us to be like the girls in those David Lee Roth videos. He wants us all wet and soapy, hosing each other down as we bounce around in skimpy bikinis. Right, Matt?"

"Works for me," he smiled.

"Fine by me," said Julie. "Considering this one's from the guys, I'd say it's still fairly tame."

"That depends," Angie said.

"On what?"

"The massages, mostly, and also the skimpiness of the bikinis. Hubby's massages can get pretty intense."

"I take it we'll be massaging each other's spouses, not our own," Julie said, blushing.

"They're a couple of horny little perverts, so who do you think they're going to choose? They're probably going to want to massage us, though maybe they'll want to get the massages themselves, hoping we'll give them a 'happy ending.' Either way, c'mon, you know they're going to want to do it with each other's wife."

"Yep!" I added cheerfully.

"Bingo!" said Matt. "C'mon, girls, we've only got a couple of hours of daylight left, so get those pretty bottoms in gear!"

"Wait," Julie said. "I wasn't planning on going swimming this trip. I didn't bring my bikini."

"You can borrow one of Angie's," Matt said.

"Yeah, right! Umm, in case you hadn't noticed?" She cupped her breasts through her t-shirt before cupping and bobbling Angie's much larger breasts, bouncing them for effect. "I don't think any of her tops will fit me, doofus."

"Better figure something out, ladies," I said. "Just be glad we're letting you wear anything at all, since the only thing we agreed on was no public nudity. Nobody said anything about stuff around the house, so you're lucky he isn't making you do it naked."

"Fine, fine," Angie said. "C'mon, Julie, we'll come up with something. Let's go."

She took Julie by the hand, and the girls headed off to our bedroom.

Ten minutes later, having gathered the buckets, sponges, soap and towels, Matt and I were kicking back on lawn chairs in the driveway. We had the hose all set up and ready to go.

"Well fuck me running," Matt said, looking back towards the sound of the girls coming through the garage. "Can you believe it?"

No, I really couldn't.

"Just shut up, you two. Nothing I had would fit her, so we had to improvise," Angie grinned, enjoying her older sister's predicament. "C'mon, Julie, let's give them their silly little show."

Like Vanna White presenting a vowel, she held her hand above Julie's head. Getting into the spirit of things, Julie did a full pirouette for us, with Angie using both hands to display her.

"Never thought I'd see the day," smiled Matt, shaking his head.

"That makes two of us," Julie said, with a wide grin.

She was actually fairly well covered, at least as bikinis go. The thing is, it wasn't a bikini. Nope, it was a pair of very sheer light blue panties and a white tank top. That poor t-shirt was really old and threadbare, plus it was cut to shreds. Riddled with open slashes, it didn't quite reach Julie's belly button.

"See? This covers as much as any of my swimsuits," Julie said, smiling brightly. "It also covers way more than her teensy bikini," she added, gesturing to Angie with a knowing grin.

Yes indeed, it sure did.

Angie was wearing a simple white bikini. Just three tiny triangles. It sounds tame enough, but with that body and her Mediterranean skin tone it was truly intense. Her silver-dollar areolas were only barely covered, and her tiny see-through panties clearly revealed that she shaved her pussy, though she allowed a bit of her small landing strip to peek out over the top of the bikini bottoms.