The Unexpected Truth Or Dare

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with my hard cock still in hand, took a chance and said "Oh... So you think I'm done?"

I grinned at the few seconds of silence as I now pumped my cock waiting for I answer. "Well... I did think so, yes. So you're... Right now? Oh Gods!" Olivia cried out before laughing loudly. Again, Olivia wasn't a prude. And while it was the first time such a peculiar exchange had happened between them, it wasn't out of character. "Pervert!" she said, still laughing. I was laughing as well, but my body demanded another form of release. So, for the first time in my life, I masturbated while fantasizing about my sister.

I came hard. Very hard. I imagined her standing right here, naked in her own shower, and looked around the shower trying to find something that she... The shower head! I grabbed it with one hand, thinking that she may have rubbed it against her breasts or even her pussy. Despite having just climaxed minutes ago, I still sent a few jets of sperm on the shower curtain, whispering Olivia's name.

Now spent, I didn't know exactly how I felt about all of this. A towel wrapped around my waist, I got out of the bathroom and saw Olivia in her room. She looked at me with a genial smile, which I returned. We were cool. But as I turned and walked to my room, I heard her say "Naughty boy...". I grinned again.

During the last few weeks of summer, before we both had to go back to college, nothing else happened, nor did we talk about that incident. Instead, we reverted to more classic arguments about health and about how Olivia was not taking care of herself properly. During the same week we left the family house, Olivia for her second year of college and I for my third. While at college, we didn't see each other all that often. We were no more than a three hours drive apart, but very rarely made special trips just to see each other. We met a couple of times when we both happened to come back home for a week-end, but no more.

That was why I was really surprised when Olivia called me in early October. She began by making small talk, which was weird in itself, but soon I heard her voice cracking. Something was up. And despite the fact that we weren't all that close, my big brother instincts kicked in. I asked if a guy was responsible for her troubles. I was wrong. In fact, it was the very opposite.

Olivia hadn't had a steady boyfriend for a long while now, but for some reason had let her college friends believe that she'd had one back home all summer long. I was shaking my head, smiling slightly, wondering why Olivia hadn't simply told the truth. But I knew, being in a similar situation, that it wasn't all that easy for college students to admit that we were single. Olivia didn't completely fall apart on the phone, nor did she begin crying in earnest. But it was clear that she was feeling bad. Really bad.

Soon though, it became evident that her loneliness wasn't the real problem. There was a big party coming up next week and everybody would be accompanied. This was a really big thing in her faculty, and it would be strange if her boyfriend didn't show up. Olivia finally asked me if one of my friends would accept to play the role of her boyfriend for the night. My immediate reply was "Yes, of course!"

But then, as I thought about it, most of my friends were in steady relationships this semester. Alex would probably jump at the chance to play Olivia's boyfriend, but his jealous girlfriend would probably have a fit. Five minutes later, I could hear Olivia cracking up again at the thought of not even being able to have a fake boyfriend.

But then I spontaneously said what neither of us had even considered "Well, I could do it!"

"What? Play my boyfriend?"

"I'm sure it will be very weird, but we're not talking about a week-end in a motel, or share a bed... Just an evening of dancing in public. And judging by what you said earlier, it's going to be a rather formal thing, so nothing to worry about, right?"

Olivia paused, then said "Are you sure?"

"Why not? Isn't that what big brothers are for?" I asked.

"Playing at being their little sister's boyfriends?" Olivia replied, laughing.

"No silly! Helping their little sisters, whatever the reason!" I laughed with her.

A few minutes later we hung up, and I was still smiling. I was glad that I had found a way to avert a crisis for my sister, and it would probably do me good to spend an evening dancing. Even if it was with my sister. We both enjoyed dancing and I knew she was a pretty good dancer. It had been a while since I had, so I looked forward to it. We were past the age where Olivia's friends would force us to kiss or worse, so nothing could go wrong. Right?

Well, nothing did go wrong until Olivia and me moved outside with a group of her friends. And got slightly drunk. The simple plan of a nice and rare evening of dancing with my sister changed. Everything had gone smoothly until that point and nobody suspected a thing. Olivia's facebook profile didn't have a single picture of me, and she had never gone around showing my picture for no reason. So we were pretty safe. Sure we spent more time holding each other's hands and dancing very close during that night than during the last few years combined, but so what?

In fact, as the evening turned into night, I had to admit that this night of dancing with my sister was one of the best nights I'd had in months. Not only was it fun, it was great. Before college separated us, Olivia and I had danced together quite a lot, practicing the steps we had learned at our respective colleges. But once I moved away during the fall and winter, we didn't have that connection and our relationship withered. But tonight, it seemed like all the habits and patterns we had developed as brother and sister through the years had evaporated. I was having fun just talking with my sister-girlfriend, was having a blast dancing with her and, I had to admit as well, looking at her