Eden Books Truth Or Dare In My Brother’s Bar : Brother Fuckers 10

The last time I was home was years ago, and back then my brother wouldn’t even look at me twice due to the age gap.  Well three years have passed and I’ve become a woman since.  Now he can’t keep his eyes off me.

I drop in at his bar to see him, imagining doing the most sinful things to him.  It wasn’t until a game of spin-the-bottle afterwards that those fantasies became reality.  Read how he conquers me, just like I’ve always wanted.

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“Finish it,” he said, nodding to the bottle.

I looked down at it in my hand and smirked back to him.  “Easy.”

I poured it down my neck as Dylan’s smile broadened.

“And you say you wouldn’t fit in around here,” he scoffed.

He spun the bottle again and it pointed to his side of the table this time.  I rubbed my hands together.

“Dare,” he said.

“Take off your shirt.”

Dylan swallowed.  “Isn’t that kinda—”

“You’re not backing out of a dare, are you Dylan?”

“No,” he said.  “No, I’m not.”

He unbuttoned himself, staring over at me as each one popped open.  For the most part I tried to look him square in the eyes, but eventually my gaze faltered and I stared down at his bare chest as he opened his shirt and pulled it back off his shoulders.

I swallowed nervously and took a deep breath.  Dylan played it cool and reached for the bottle.  It spun and the both of us watched it close as the glass glided over the wood of the table.  Eventually it came to a halt, pointing in my direction this time.  Dylan smirked and I knew what was coming before he even spoke.

“Take it off,” he said back.

I shook my head and gripped the bottom of my white, cable-knit cardigan and pulled it up my body.  When I looked at Dylan he was staring at my cleavage that was pushed together by my bra.

“You’ve grown,” he joked.

“I wonder if you have.”

Dylan looked confused and rightly so.  I gripped the bottle again and span it in the hope it might ease the tension.  The pair of us stared back at it as it settled on Dylan.

“Truth,” he said.

“Okay,” I swallowed.  “Did you know, that I once saw you naked in the bathroom?”

He furrowed his brow in confusion.  “That’s it?  That’s my truth?”

I nodded.

“No, I did not know that,” he said.

I gripped the bottle.

“Wait.  When?”

“Before I left.  A week or so before.”

“Naked?  Like, all the way naked?”

“All the way naked,” I said.  “You’ve got a good-looking cock.”

That last part wasn’t supposed to be said aloud.  Dylan leaned back in his chair.  “Huh,” he mused.

I took the bottle and spun it again, using it now as some kind of eraser of words, but I could sense it was losing its effect.  It landed on me this time.

“Truth,” I said, fearful now of what the dare might be.

He leaned forward.  “How did it make you feel?”

“How did what make me feel?”

“How did my cock make you feel?” he asked confidently.

My expression turned stern as I thought about it and looked at him.  “Aroused,” I said, casting my mind back to the moment.  When I looked back to Dylan his pupils were much wider and he was leaning forward on his chair.

He gripped the bottle with purpose this time and span it quickly, saying nothing as he looked down and waited.  It crept around and pointed to me.

“Dare,” I said.

“Suck my cock,” Dylan said plainly.

I stared across and went over the words again and again, making sure I’d heard them right.

“I can’t,” I said.

“Why?”

“It’s in your pants.”

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