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 Author: PrivatePirate
Title: Truth or Dare [part 1]
Part: Part 1
Keywords: ff+b, fsolo, bsolo, inc, cons
Summary: A Halloween party turns into a night to remember among four
young girls and a boy during a game of truth or dare.
For nearly three years, I watched them.  They went from cute girls with
long, straight red hair and long legs to budding beauties in a very short
time.  They were the star attraction in the last float on our Fourth of
July parade.  Everybody loved them.  They were the town darlings. 

Everybody knew them...or so they thought.

   Then there was that hayride and the party afterward on Halloween when I
found out just who they truly were beneath that sweet, innocent appeal that
had endeared them so much to everyone.

   We all lived in a very small town in the northern mountain states - the
kind where everyone knows everyone else and everyone is in each other's
business all the time.  Nothing went on that someone didn't find out about
it.  There was no Internet then - hell, there didn't need to be.  No
Twitter or Facebook updates could have ever competed with the speed of the
gossip mongers or the rumor mill.

   Nothing was private.  Nothing was sacred.  Nothing stayed secret for
long, so when word got out that so-and-so was having an affair, everyone
knew.  When this person or that person was caught in something even
remotely scandalous, it became common knowledge.  Sometimes it was simply a
misunderstanding, sometimes it was just the rumor mill running rampant, but
several lives wound up getting ruined, and more than one marriage
dissolved. It was just par for the course, really.  People talking,
gossiping, spreading the rumors, the lies, the conceit, the angers and
mis-imaginings concerning their neighbors...it was all over the place. 
Think Salem Witch Trials all over again, really.  Mr.  Franklin up on the
high forty wasn't in church this Sunday, because he was banging his
mistress - a young woman that I saw going into his home while his wife was
away.  That little bitch came out an hour later, and I saw them holding
hands and then they kissed...I saw it, plain as day, I tell you!

   Never mind the fact that Franklin's wife was visiting her sister in
Minnesota while he was trying to sell his property, the young woman was
from the city and was a realtor, they shook hands on a deal, and he was
hard of hearing so she leaned in close to talk in his ear so he could hear
everything.

   Yep, these were the kinds of things that happened on a regular basis in
this town.  Nosey neighbors that couldn't keep to themselves.  Hell, Mrs.
Kravitz on "Bewitched" was a rank amateur by comparison.

   This was the kind of town I lived in - the kind where people generally
walked on eggshells for fear someone else might take something out of
context, and the next thing you know, they're being run out on a rail. 
Sometimes it was someone with something to hide.  Sometimes it was a person
new to the town that wasn't well-received.  Usually, it was just people
being bored and spreading whispers, news, and outright lies (if they didn't
like their neighbor, for example).

   Not the best of situations to be raised in, yet there I was living in
the middle of it all.  Fortunately, for my sake, they tended to focus only
on what the adults were doing.

   When you live this far from any kind of major, or even minor city,
people grew bored.  All we had for entertainment in the home were the two
or three A.M.  radio stations, and the six or seven television stations (if
you were lucky, and which you could only get by standing on your roof to
adjust your aerial, or stand a certain way with tin foil on the rabbit
ears...people today don't understand this, but there we were).

   No one had anything known as "cable television" - it was just now being
talked about, with people wondering if it would ever make it that far away
from the city, and what it must be like to have over thirty channels to
watch!  No ghostly images, no static...this was incredible!

   So, like I said, they grew bored of their rural, remote lives...and they
often imagined, or purposely invented their own forms of "reality
television".  So, this guy did this to this woman last night, did you know
that?  Oh, and I heard that Father such-and-such was seen in the
confessional doing this!  Can you believe that?  Then, Mrs.  Blank who runs
the whatchacallit store in town was flirting with Mr.  Whosit...yeah, it
was like that.

   As I said...adult stuff...thankfully.  No one focused on what the kids
were doing.  Well, unless it was an adult with a kid...that happened once.
The bastard was really railroaded.  I don't know the details, I only heard
about it about fourth-hand, and I can't put any faith in it that far out.
Supposedly, someone was playing with a neighbor's daugher...and I'm not
talking about Barbie-dolls here.  Someone saw, or someone told, or someone
imagined...and then the shit really hit the fan.

   All I remember about it was that he wound up putting a shotgun to his
mouth.  The gossip ran hot for awhile after that.  Proof of guilt, they
said.  I don't know if he was ever guilty or not.  He may have been
perfectly innocent of any sort of wrong-doing, but the gossip, the rumors,
the stories told...people will believe what they want to believe, and there
you go.

   Yeah...not really a healthy environment...for adults, that is.  Us kids?
No one paid us much attention...and that wound up working out quite well
for me, a blonde-haired girl I liked, and three very special redheads...the
darlings of the town, as I mentioned.

   Tina, Tammy, and Tracy were in school with me.  They were my age, and
attended the same class with me.  You see, being such a small town, with a
population of only 880 people, we didn't have separate teachers for
separate subjects.  So, we were taught everything by one teacher for one
year, another for the next grade, and another still for our third year in
the time I lived there.  No multiple periods, no homerooms, so I was always
with them in that same room, always saw them at our recess breaks on the
playground...and for three wonderful years, I had always been infatuated
with them.

   They were identical triplets, yet I could always tell them apart.  Not
even their parents could.  They tried to give them T-shirts with their
names embroidered on their backs.  Yeah, that worked about as well as
trying to make a rooster fly!  The very next day, they wound up swapping
them.  I, alone, discovered the ruse.  I don't know how I knew, nor did
they.  I just did.  Maybe it was because I was always watching them.  I had
a major crush on all three of them ever since I knew them, after all.

   It started in fifth grade when we were all just ten and eleven years
old. Mrs.  Dunwebber was our teacher then.  She was your typical strict
school marm with the straight nose and the horn-rimmed glasses and the
far-too-conservative black and white and gray style of dress.  Nothing
showy.  No bright colors.  Had she been single, she could've entered the
convent and been your stereotypical Catholic school teacher with the habit
and the permanent scowl and the huge wooden crucifix around her neck.

   In truth, I think she may have preferred that as it would have allowed
her to be even more strict, rapping knuckles with a yard stick and so
forth.

   This was also the time when President Gerald Ford (aka: President
Uber-Klutz...yeah, him) was up for re-election and a new candidate by the
name of Jimmy Carter was vying for the Oval Office.  The posters at that
time showed an elephant strangling a peanut.  Now, I have never been into
politics, but something in me really wanted Carter to win.  I think this
may have started my whole relationship with the triplets.  They liked
Carter, too.

   There was another girl in Mrs.  Dunwebber's class by the name of Renee
Lawson that I was interested in as well, but nothing could really compare
with those three red-haired beauties.  I wasn't the only boy interested in
them...but I was the only boy who ever bothered to understand them, who
began to really know them individually, and they grew more interested in me
as a result.

   Renee was just kind of a passing flame.  I found her to be pretty, but I
think we were only interested in one another becuase I, like she, enjoyed
art.  Even when I was in pre-school (what they called "nursery school" back
in those days), I was always drawing things.  I even got in trouble because
I didn't want to do whatever lessons the teacher tried to give me...I
wanted to draw, and I drew a picture of cars in a city.  The teacher had
sent me home with that drawing, and had written on it, "He didn't want to
do what the rest of the children were doing.  He just wanted to draw cars."
I got in trouble for that.  I didn't know why.  I still don't.  What's
wrong with art?

   Once more, I got in trouble.  Now, I was in fifth grade, and my drawing
had become much better over those years.  I drew when I could - anything I
could.  What I saw, what I imagined...it didn't matter.  I drew, and it
made me feel good.

   I had drawn a picture of Renee, sneaking glances during class when I
thought she wasn't looking.  I showed it to her.  She liked it.  She even
drew a picture of me in class a few days after - a crude drawing with a
passing resemblence.  She showed it to me.  My eyes in the drawing were
narrowed, because that's how I looked when I was angry, she said.  She then
went about her regular business.  That was about it.

   She was right.  I was angry.  I was angry a lot.  Things at home, the
bullies on the bus, trying to get by as the new guy in a strange school...

   My grades were okay, but they were hovering because, now, I was too
interested in the triplets.  I fantasized about what it must be like to
kiss them, and I was caught daydreaming more than once.  All this did was
make me miserable in class.  Focus on your work, pay attention...how could
I?  They were right there!

   They knew when something was bothering me at home, and lately, things
had really begun to take a downturn for me with my mother harping about my
daydreaming in class, doting on my sister while only paying attention to me
when I did something wrong.

   They were compassionate, and they sort of drew me into their fold
because I was...different.  I was empathic.  I looked at girls not as
objects, but as equals...they liked this.  They liked this a lot.

   I came from a broken home, my parents having divorced when I was only
four, living out in the sticks with a sister who was several grades above
me and a mother who really didn't give a shit about me and focused all of
her attention on my sister, so I think, in a way, they pitied me, felt
sorry for me, and wanted to make things better...to show me that life is
what you make of it.

   One night, they succeeded in ways I cannot really even begin to
describe...it was my best Halloween ever.

   It was snowing while we all trick-or-treated through the town.  I
started in what few houses were around me, and then my mother drove me into
town and dropped me off with the other kids there.  It had gotten dark
early on, so we started door-to-door at roughly around 6:00pm or so.  Of
course, this was back in the day when kids trick-or-treated on the actual
night of Halloween, and in their own neighborhoods - not a day that was
more convenient, and in only designated "safe" areas during the daylight
hours.  No, it was Halloween night, and it was dark, and we didn't have
roving bands of parents hovering over us.  We went door-to-door, knocked,
yelled "trick or treat!" and received candy from strangers, some of which
we ate along the way without having it X-rayed or inspected.  Simpler
times, perhaps, but that's just how it was.

   It was a weekend, so everyone was already home, and I filled up my bag
pretty quickly, then came home with my neighbor's mother.  I got home and
found out that my mother had run out of candy to pass out to what few kids
came knocking and sent me back out in a different costume to gather more
candy so she could hand it out.  Yeah, that's the kind of mother that she
was, but I won't go into that.  What I was interested in was the hayride I
had been invied to that happened at 7:00 that evening...and the party
afterward.

   The hayride was open to anyone, but the party was by invitation only.  I
had been personally invited by the triplets, and I felt good about
that...until I found out that my mother wouldn't take me there.  I was
angry, hurt, and was about to just shut myself into my room until my
friend's brother, who was interested in my estranged sister, offered to
take me.  My mother almost said "no", not wanting to, as she put it, waste
anymore gas in her car to shuttle me back from there after it the party was
over.  He just looked at her and said, "Don't worry.  If it comes to that,
I'll pick him up." He couldn't believe what he was hearing either.  I liked
Steve.  I didn't know what he saw in my sister, but he was a good guy. 
Steve Longacre.  Awesome dude with a cool truck.  He took me and my friend
Ralph, his younger brother, up to get our Christmas tree later that year,
and that was quite an adventure unto itself...but that's a different story,
and not nearly as interesting as this one.  No, this one...this was about
the triplets.  Let me continue.

   They were just thirteen years old then, and I was about
twelve-and-a-half.  My passing love interest Renee had already moved with
her folks across the state by then, and I was about to be shuffled off to
northern California that Spring, though I didn't know it yet, so the
memories of this one night definitely stayed with me for a very, very long
time.

   The hayride was fun, but cold, then ended up back at the home of the
triplets.  There were a few parents there at the party with their children,
and everyone was having a good time - even me, for a change, my earlier
anger and resentment toward my mother forgotten for the moment.  (Being
stuffed with homemade pumpkin pie with lots of whipped cream will do that
to me.)

   We bobbed for apples, told ghost stories, and played some games for a
couple of hours, but then, around 9:30, the party started winding down, and
nearly everyone had gone home by then except for me and the blonde girl I
liked.  Her name was Janice Courchane, and she lived on a ranch about two
miles from me.

   Janice and I we were waiting on our parents to pick us up, but the snow
was starting to get heavier.  We were told that we were welcome to stay the
night and get picked up in the morning after the plows had been through.  I
could think of worse places to be, that's for sure!  Their home was nice,
it was warm, and I was in the company of my redheaded crushes and the
blonde girl I had secretly kissed one night.  Oh, yes, the horror.  The
torture.

   We sat up and played a few games and ate some of our candy and finally,
their folks were getting tired and wanted to go to bed, so Janice and I
were given some blankets and pillows and told to help ourselves to the
sofas.

   "They're a lot more comfortable than they look," their father said. 
"I've fallen asleep on them more than once while watching TV."

   "That was before I dragged you into the bedroom," their mother said. 
"You snore when you sleep on them!"

   We all laughed at that, and Janice and I were just starting to plop
ourselves into a comfortable spot opposite each other, the fireplace had
been stoked and damped down and it was nice and cozy in there.

   It wasn't a school day the next day, so the girls asked if they could
stay up a bit longer and play a few more games with us.

   "All right," their mother said, "but keep it down.  Your father and I
need to get some sleep - we've been up since early this morning getting
everything ready for the party."

   "We promise," said Tammy.

   "Don't worry," whispered Tina after they had started down the hall. 
"After their doors are closed, they sleep like the dead!"

   We all giggled.

   "I mean it!  We've had the full run of the house for years doing
whatever we wanted after they went to bed.  They never woke up once!"

   We all played Monopoly for awhile until they were certain that their
parents were asleep.  None of us were really getting into it, but I
figured, after that night, that they had chosen that game because it tended
to be long and drawn out.  Well, once they were sure their parents were
snoozing away, they began clearing things away...and right after I had
purchased Park Place.

   "Hey, what are you doing?"

   Their eyes held a mischievous twinkle to them.  They had a better game
in mind.

   "Wanna play Truth-or-Dare?" Tracy asked.  She pulled out the big spinner
from "Twister" and laid it on the floor between us all, and before anyone
could say anything, Tina gave it a whack.  The spinner stopped on Janice.

   "Janice...truth?  Or dare?" Tina asked.

   "How do you play?" Janice asked.

   Tammy spoke up.  "We've adjusted the rules a bit to our liking.  I can't
remember the 'actual' rules, if there ever really were any, but here's
ours: When the spinner lands on you, the person who spun asks you 'truth or
dare', and you choose one.  Then the person who had spun gets to ask you a
question."

   "Oh, but only if you said 'truth'," Tracy said around a mouthful of
M&M's.

   "Right," Tammy said.  "So, if you say 'truth', then you are asked a
question."

   "Any question about anything." Tina said, that grin getting larger.

   "And, then you have to answer it truthfully.  You can't lie about it. 
If you do, and someone thinks you're lying, you can either explain or prove
you're not --"

   "If you can," Tracy said.

   "-- and if you can't, then you have to do something that everyone else
agrees on - your punishment for lying, as it were."

   "What if you say 'dare'?" Janice asked.

   "You can 'dare' if you'd rather not say the truth about the question, or
you can start off saying 'dare'.  Then, the person who spun the pointer can
tell you to do something --"

   "Anything," Tina said, her eyes twinkling.

   "-- and you have to do it.  If you don't, you lose a turn at the
spinner. Don't worry, it's fun.  We play it all the time - usually just
with each other, but there's been a couple of times with another friend. 
This is the first time we've had two people, especially a boy!" It was
Tammy's turn to have that twinkle in her eyes.

   "What if you just want to say 'dare' and never say 'truth'?" I asked.

   "Where's the fun in that?  Seriously, this is all about getting to know
each other and just have a little bit of fun."

   "Naughty fun, sometimes..." Tina giggled.  I think I blushed.  "So,"
Tina continued, "the spinner landed on you, Janice.  What's it going to be?
Truth?  Or dare?"

   Janice looked a little nervous.  "Um...truth...I guess."

   "Okay.  Hmm...let's start this off innocently.  We have all night, after
all!  So...have you ever kissed a boy?  One who was not a brother or a
cousin, that is...on the lips?" Janice giggled and looked at me.  My cheeks
turned a little red again.  "Seriously?  Him?  Haha!  That's awesome!  What
was it like?"

   "It was..." Janice looked at me, blushing herself a little bit.  "It was
nice!"

   "Did you like it?" asked Tracy.

   "Yeah...I did."

   I smiled, and the girls giggled.  Tammy continued with the rules. 
"Okay, since the spinner landed on you last, it's now your turn to spin. 
Think you get how this works?"

   Janice nodded and spun the dial.  I watched as it started to slow, the
arm swinging in my direction, and that's where it stopped.  Uh-oh.  "Truth
or dare?" she asked me.

   "Truth," I said, a little hesitantly.  She was looking a little too
mischievous herself now, and I instantly regretted having said that.

   "Have...have you ever seen...a girl," she cleared her throat, her own
eyes beginning to sparkle a bit now, "a NAKED girl, and if so, who was
she?"

   "Hey, that's no fair.  That was two questions."

   "Sorry," Tammy said.  "It may have been two questions, but it was still
only once sentence."

   "Yeah," Tina said, "so fess up there, bud."

   I shuffled a bit where I was sitting.  "Um...a family member or someone
else?"

   "She didn't specify, so it doesn't matter," Tracy said, "but if you say
it was your sister, I'm gonna hurl."

   "Well..." I shuffled again.  "Yeah, and it WAS my sister."

   "Ew!  Gross!" Tracy said.

   "But it was also her girlfriend...they were together."

   "Girlfriend, huh?  And just what were THEY doing, hmm?" Tina giggled.

   I lowered my voice.  This was embarassing.  "A girl...who was her
friend, you know?  And they were...trying to get me to...you know...do
things with them."

   "You with your sister?  Barf-o-rama!"

   "So," Janice asked.  "Did you do it?  You know, with them?"

   "No.  All we did was just rub ourselves together.  They didn't know what
what we were supposed to do."

   "That's just...yuck!" Tammy said.

   "Hey, I was only six!  I didn't know what it was!"

   The girls were giggling.  "Okay, okay," Tammy said, "but keep your
voices down, everyone.  I don't want Mom and Dad to wake up and come out
here...especially if we keep going...ahem...THIS way." She turned and
winked at me.

   "Your turn," Janice said, looking my way.

   I spun the spinner and it landed on Tina.  Before I could even ask, she
looked at me with those sparkling green eyes and said, "Dare!"

   "But I didn't even ask a question yet," I said.

   "I don't care.  Tell me to do something.  Anything." She drew out that
last word.  Damn, this was going to be an interesting night!  Here was this
cute redhead and I could have her do anything I wanted right now...and that
last question about seeing a girl naked was stuck in my mind.  I wouldn't
mind seeing Tina naked, that's for sure.  A lot had changed in my life
those past six years, and I knew a lot more about girls then!  Hell, I
wouldn't have minded seeing all four of them naked!  But I also didn't want
to spoil the mood, or the fun, so I decided to take it slowly.  Hell, I
could have had her strip right there in front of me if I wanted to...and I
did, really...but, one thing at a time, right?

   "I dare you...to take off your shirt," I said.  She smiled and started
to remove it.  I continued, "AND...leave it off until we all go to bed."

   Her eyebrows arched and she licked her lips.  "Oh, so THAT'S how you
wanna play this then, is it?  Okay.  But next time, you're mine, pal!"

   I smiled.  "Yeah, yeah, talk is cheap.  Come on, let's see it."

   "Oooo...he's getting naughty," Tammy said.

   Tina just stuck her tongue out at her sister and pulled off her shirt,
slowly, sensuously (though where she learned how to do that, I have no
idea).  She started by pulling it down over her neckline a little bit to
reveal her deliciously rounded shoulders, then turned and slowly drew it up
over her back.  Her bra strap came into view, and I started to get excited
over how far this could go tonight.  I was hard, and I think she knew it.
She stretched it out, teasingly, toying with me.  Then she turned, holding
her shirt in front of her, and let it slip ever-so-slowly away from those
delectibly tiny breasts that were cupped lovingly in that little black bra.

   She had her head lowered a little and looked up at me with those
gorgeous green eyes, her lashes accentuating them in an incredibly sultry
way.  "Like what you see?" she nearly purred.

   I swallowed.  Hard.  Had it gotten warmer in here?  My brain wanted to
scream out that I loved it and wanted to see more, but the words choked in
my throat.  All I could do was look from that mane of red hair flowing
around her face, those luscious dark, thick lashes that made her eyes look
larger-than-life, her bare shoulders glowing from the light of the
fireplace, and that barest of cleavage framed in the lace top of her bra. I
practically stammered the words, "Oh, absolutely!"

   She smiled a devilish grin, then shook her hair back and reached for the
spinner.  "My turn." She smacked the spinner and it swung around so fast,
we had to wait for a few moments for it to slow down.  She almost pouted
when it landed back on her.

   She was just getting ready to spin it again when Tammy spoke up. 
"Uh-uh...if it lands back on you, you have do a truth-or-dare on yourself,
remember?  No exceptions or you lose a turn.  Knowing you, you don't want
to miss anything, am I right?"

   She sighed.  "Fine.  Um...truth, then.  So...have I ever...have I ever
touched myself...down there?  Answer?" She looked right at me and leaned
forward.  "I do it all the time." Wow!  This was getting hot!

   She spun the dial again and it stopped on Tracy.  "Truth," Tracy said.

   "Okay, dear sister, have YOU ever...seen a BOY naked?  One NOT related
to you?"

   Tracy licked her lips and giggled.  "Yes."

   "Oh?  Do tell!" Tammy beckoned.  Janice leaned forward to hear
everything...she was really getting in the mood now.

   Tracy paused and sat back.  Her voice lowered a bit and there was a
faraway look in her eyes as she recounted the tale.

   "There was this one time...a couple of months back.  I was trying my
hardest to be quiet.  So quiet.  I knew where he was, what he was doing,
and I knew what I wanted.  I needed to see him...and so I sneaked, I did
everything in almost slow-motion so no one could hear anything.  I was
excited, and my breath was coming fast now.  He was just on the other side
of the door.  I knew I had only one chance, and I carefully, very slowly
opened the door and peered through the crack.  He was in there, I knew. 
All I needed to do was lift something and push back the things that were
covering my view a bit and...and there he was.  God, he was gorgeous! 
Muscular, dark hair, the most fantastic butt I've ever seen, and then I saw
him as he was turned around and facing me.  Wow, he had a nice one!  Not
too long, not too thick...he was about twenty-two, I'd say.  Oh, I'd have
had him take me anyday!"

   Tammy and Tina were getting randy just listening to this.  Tina even
started to massage her breast through her bra.  I looked over at Janice,
and she had her eyes closed and a smile on her face, picturing it in her
mind.

   "But then, as luck would have it, I heard the front door open and I
quickly put Mom's Playgirl magazine back in her closet and beat feet
upstairs."

   There was about a two-second shocked silence as everyone realized that
they had been put on.  There was a muffled "Oh, you..." and Tina hit Tracy
with a pillow and we all giggled.  This was getting fun in ways I had
definitely not been expecting!  We were laughing...quietly, of course, and
we were most definitely enjoying ourselves, teasing one another and talking
about sex.  In fact, we were even seeing a little of it happening, right
before our eyes, what with Tina playing with her nipples beneath her bra.
If this evening continued on the way it was starting, this was going to be
a very long night...and a very, VERY fun one!

   Tammy spun the dial and it stopped on Janice again.  "Okay...which will
it be?"

   Janice was still imagining the gorgeous naked hunk.  Her eyes looked a
little glazed, but she was having a lot of fun.  Suddenly, she snapped back
to reality.  "Oh.  Um...truth," she said, getting into the swing of the
game once more.

   "All right then...when you kissed...you know...that guy over there," her
eyes darted to me as she jerked her head in my direction and we all
giggled, "did you ever want it to, you know, go any farther than that, or
was it just a...one-night stand?"

   Janice blushed a little bit.  So did I, actually.  I remembered what
went on that night.  It started out innocently.  I had been over at
Janice's house to play and ride horses.  She asked me if I wanted to stay
the night and just get the bus to school in the morning.  I called and my
mother said that she didn't care.  Big surprise.  She never cared. 
Janice's sister, Melody, was a friend of my sister's, but seemed in many
ways to be more of a big sister to me than even my own blood, and had
offered to take me home if I needed.  She was old enough to drive, but I
said that I was cool with staying the night.

   After we ate dinner, we played a game of Parcheesi, then watched TV for
a bit - "Adam 12" followed by "Emergency", and then we went upstairs to get
ready for bed.  Her parents had gone to bed early, and Melody went in her
room to finish up her homework.  Janice and I were exploring the attic,
just being kids, really, and then...it happened.  We kissed in the dark,
then climbed down quietly and went into her room, which she shared with
Melody.  I laid on the floor in a sleeping bag, but after Janice had fallen
asleep, I began to worry about us being teased by the bullies on the bus
for my being picked up the next morning at her stop instead of mine.  I
started to cry, and Melody asked me what was wrong.  I didn't know how to
answer her, so I came up with a lame excuse.  "I'm homesick," I said.

   She again offered to take me home, and I nodded.  During the drive back,
I didn't say anything, but Melody reassured me that it would be all right.
I think she suspected something about what the truth of it was, and when
she dropped me off in front of my trailer-house, she told me that she'd let
Janice know.  I thanked her, and knocked on the door.  My sister answered
and asked what I was doing home.  I repeated the lame excuse.  She just
looked at me in a disgusted fashion and I went to bed.

   I felt badly about it afterward - the look Janice gave me in school as
we passed.  I didn't know how she felt.  Was she angry?  Hurt?  Did she
understand that kids can be so cruel to one another?

   "We did it in the dark up in my attic," Janice said.

   "Ohhh?" Tammy said, and her sisters were moving in for the kill.

   "Kissed, I mean."

   "Aw..."

   "We all went to bed shortly after that, but...I woke up and he was gone.
I saw him on the bus the next day, but we never looked at each other.  I
was hurt at first, but I found out later from my sister that he wanted to
make sure we weren't teased, so my sister drove him home.  He
was...watching out for me.  He wanted to make sure I was safe from those
jerks.  And...and yeah, I..." she looked at me with a hunger.  "I
definitely would have liked more than that kiss."

   "That's sweet!" Tammy exclaimed.  "Your own knight in shining armor,
watching out for your virtue."

   Janice giggled and I just looked around the room, but until that moment,
I never knew what Melody had said.  She was observant, that one.  She knew.
"All right," she said suddenly, breaking the spell and getting back into
the game.  "My turn." She spun the dial.  She was really getting into this.

   The arrow pointed to Tracy.  "Um...I'm sorry...which one are you..."

   "Tracy," I said before she could even say it herself.  Everyone looked
at me.

   "How can you tell?" Janice asked.

   "That's something that has always boggled us as well," Tammy said.

   I shrugged.  "I don't know...I just...I can tell.  I've always known."

   "He does this in school as well," Tammy said.  "One day we were wearing
those shirts our parents gave us with our names on them?  We had swapped
them the night before.  Not even our folks knew, but...he knew right away.
Drove us crazy trying to figure it out."

   I shrugged again.

   "Okay then," Janice said.  "So.  Tracy.  Truth or dare?"

   "I'm gonna have to go with...dare.  Things are getting too tame." She
smiled a smile that was almost a duplicate of Tina's.

   "All right...so, there's only one boy in this room, so it's kissing
time! I dare you to give him a kiss full on the mouth."

   Tracy smiled and shrugged.  "Doesn't matter if there's only one boy
here, I'd kiss you as well, but okay!"

   Wow...things just heated up another few degrees - I started to imagine
seeing these two with their lips locked...that would have been...wow!  But
there was no time to even picture that fully as Tracy crushed her lips
against mine and forced me back on the floor, climbed on top of me and
pushed her tongue into my mouth.  Holy shit!  She practically devoured
me...and I was loving every minute of it!  She pulled back slowly, licking
my lips as she did so, her hair brushing me with tender caresses like a
thousand tiny feathers...and then she sat back, me breathing heavily, and
seemed to revel in her triumph - my discomort fueling her fires all the
more.  What they said about redheads was true, apparently...and I was in a
room with three of them.  Oh, shit.  I was done for.

   Tracy let out a breathy sigh and wiped her lips, then spun the dial and
it landed on me.  She looked over at me with that same eagerness that she
had when she kissed me just then.  "So...what's it gonna be?"

   "Truth," I said.  The way the rules went, I could change it to "Dare" if
I didn't want to give the answer, but I was in for it either way with these
three...no, these four now...Janice had come into her own in the company of
these fiery temptresses.  I was pretty sure that I was doomed to hell...and
I didn't care.

   Tracy didn't hesitate with her question as she looked at me with those
bewitching eyes.  "So...have YOU ever..." she looked over at Tina, winked
at her sister, then back to me as she continued, "...touched yourself down
there?" she asked.

   Aw, hell, she knew that answer.  I'm a boy!  I had a hard-on right now
from her having kissed me in that way, and I wanted to touch myself right
now!  (Though I would rather have touched her and had her touch me, truth
be known!)

   Shit...how to answer.  I could just blurt out "yes" and leave it at
that, but the way things were going, they would want me to elaborate. 
Still, depending on how I gave my answer, it could lead to some very
wonderful things later on, so no need to rush headlong into a naked frenzy,
as enticing as that may have sounded.  No, as agonizing as it may have
been, stretching it out felt just too damn wonderful!  So I cleared my
throat, sat back, and said, "Yes, I have...but...only when I'm alone and
not too tired...and ONLY only when I have something really exciting to
imagine." Like the four of them naked and kissing and groping and...

   It was a lie.  Fuck it all, I played with myself every night, if I
could. Sometimes more than once.  What can I say?  It felt good!

   They sensed the lie.  Dammit!  "You're fibbing," Janice said, looking at
me and frowning.  She wanted to hear more, and I wasn't giving her what she
wanted.  Where had that timid girl gone that was so nervous when we kissed
that night?  These three redheaded succubi had gotten to her, gotten inside
her head and twisted her into something...exciting...but, well, shit!  Yes,
this was torture.  Wonderful torture, but torture nonetheless.  I could
only imagine what was in store for me next, but maybe the others wouldn't
agree?  Ha...fat chance.

   "I agree," Tracy said.

   Yep...shit.  That's two down.  I'm dead.

   "Bald-faced lie," Tammy said.

   Definitely dead.

   "Hell, I do it all the time.  I told you as much, so I know you do. 
Prove that you don't," Tina said.

   "I can't prove that!" I was most undeniably doomed.

   "Girls?" Tracy said suddenly, her expression mockingly serious.  "We
need to convene.  What should we make him do?"

   Yep...doomed.  Doomed to a fiery torment at the hands of these four
vixens.  Nervous as I was...hell, I wasn't even thirteen yet...I was
secretly looking forward to whatever punishment they could devise, and I
started to lust after it.  I wanted more.  Dammit, but I wanted more. 
Still, I couldn't just give in to my lust.  They weren't just playthings
for me to enjoy.  I wanted them, yes, but I also respected them...and so
there I sat, warring with my own brain as they got up and went into the
kitchen.

   I could hear them whispering, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
They kept looking back at me with crooked, evil smiles and an occasional
giggle.  Finally, I saw nods and then they came back in.

   "Ahem...we have decided," Tracy said with an aire of authority, like a
judge pronouncing sentence.  "Since you are a liar, you need to pay the
price for your lie and do what we have all agreed upon.  So...your
punishment will be to sit there naked until we all go to bed.  Stand up and
take off all of your clothes.  Now!"

   Shit...I was still a little hard from Tracy's kiss.  All four of them
were about to get an eyeful of...everything.  Nevertheless, this game just
got a lot more interesting, and I could really see where it was
going...and, may God damn me to Hell, I wanted this night to go evern
farther...fully.

   I stood up and started to take off my shirt.

   "No...not like that.  Do it like you're on stage and performing for us.
We'll let you know if we don't like what we see, and then we'll stop you
and and make you do it differently.  So, go on.  Dance for us, and..." she
leaned in, her eyes piercing into me with a passion, "...make it worth our
while."

   We had entered the disco years.  I was only learning how to dance the
way that Travolta did in that movie, and I wasn't very good at it.  Still,
I started remembering the Bee-Gees and had it playing through my mind as I
did my best imagined striptease for them.  I'd never seen a man dance for
women in that way, so what the hell did I know about it?  Still, they
seemed to like it.  I had taken off my shirt slowly, with both hands, up
over my head while my hips were grinding to the beat in my head.  My pants
were a different matter.  How to dance while taking off pants and not do an
embarrassing face-plant?  I opted for just letting them drop to the floor
and stepping out of them, kicking them up with my last foot and catching
them, then twirling them over my head and tossing them into my enrapt
audience.

   By that time, they were getting really interested.  In fact, I think I
saw Janice's hand reach between her legs at one point...I wasn't sure,
because I was still too busy remembering how Travolta gyrated and swung his
hips and tried to imitate those moves as best I could.  I'd never seen the
movie, only the previews on that ghosted-image piece of shit Zenith console
TV set that we had...but I do know that I saw Tina's hands...both of
them...on her breasts as I slowly pulled my underwear, inch-by-inch down my
hips, then turned and let them fall so that I could show them my ass while
I figured out what to do with my raging hard-on.  Finally, I covered it
with a hand and turned back, grinding in circles until I eventually let go,
my cock looking like a spear I was thrusting into the air.  I heard oohs
and ahhs and a gasp and a whispered "yum" at that, then tossed my briefs to
the girls.  Tammy caught them, and brought them up to her face.  I don't
know what she did with them, but I liked it.

   I finished my dance, standing there, profoundly and even proudly naked
before them, my penis standing at rigid attention in front of them - even
more so now that I was before four pretty girls and one of them caressing
her breasts right in front of me, wondering what was to come.

   "Nicely done," Tracy giggled and clapped.  "Don't you agree, girls?"
They all nodded and looked me over, up and down slowly,
appreciatively...Janice licked her lips hungrily and Tina blew me a kiss.
Tammy just stared at my mid-section awhile, her hand hovering near her
breasts while she held my underwear, then turned away, slightly embarrassed
to have been caught gawking.

   "Okay then," Tracy added, "we..." she cleared her throat.  "We forgive
you for your lie.  Sit down and spin the dial, hot-buns."

   I was suddenly concerned.  I leaned forward and whispered.  "Are you
sure about your parents?  What if they need to use the bathroom or
something?"

   "Their walls are super-thick.  Dad had them built them that way so that
they could ensure it was nice and quiet while they slept...also, I imagine,
so that we wouldn't hear them going at it in the night.  Trust me, they
don't hear anything, so long as we keep our voices low...and they have
their own bathroom.  We won't see them again until morning."

   I nodded.  "Okay...so, um...me sitting here...like this..."

   "Would you quit worrying and spin the damn dial?"

   That was the second time I heard one of them swear aloud.  My mother
would be enraged if I even used the word "piss"!  It actually just made it
even more exciting.

   I spun the dial.  It landed on Tina.  She was sitting there in her bra.
She had been rubbing her breasts as I danced.  She had leaned forward and
said "Dare!" on the first try.  Now, here I was, naked before her, and she
just leaned forward again and said it once more.  "Dare."

   "Wait...didn't we agree that you couldn't say 'dare' every time?" I
asked.

   "He's got a point," Tammy said.  "Care to revise your answer?"

   "The spinner's only landed on me twice now - three times, if you count
when my own spin went there, and I said 'truth' then.  Besides...there's
still plenty of time for me to say otherwise." She grinned.

   Tracy added, "She did say 'truth' on herself."

   Tammy nodded.  "Okay, we'll let you off on a technicality...this time.
So, tell her what you want her to do." She was looking mischievous as well,
and now, here I was, naked before them...

   "I dare you...to give your sister, Tracy, the same kind of kiss that she
gave me."

   "Shit.  Is that all?  We do that all the time!  Come up with something
better!"

   What?  All...all the time?  No way!

   "Wait..." Janice leaned forward and whispered.  "Isn't that...you
know...wrong?  Won't you go to hell for it?"

   It was Tammy who answered.  "Janice, honey, if we avoided doing
everything that those doddering old guys in the front of church told us all
was a 'sin', we'd live very dull lives without any joy at all in them.  So
what if they say it's 'wrong'...according to the Bible, eating shellfish is
wrong, and we had shrimp cocktail earlier tonight!  Even pastor Bennett and
that little shit son of his, Joseph!"

   Janice just nodded...sat back a moment and thought.  Then, she just
shrugged.  "I guess..."

   "Don't worry about it.  Just enjoy the moment.  Later on, if you're
worried about it, you can ask for forgiveness or whatever.  That's how they
think it works, and they do it all the time.  They take their best clothes
to church, and sin like crazy throughout the week, then ask for forgiveness
so they can do it all again.  Then, when they die, people comment on how
they're in a better place, right?  So let's just skip all of the nonsense
and have a good time."

   Janice nodded again and visibly relaxed.  She had worked things
through...and, Lord help me, what Tammy said made perfect sense.  Life was
for living, not existing in a constant state of penance.

   "So, are you gonna tell me what to do or not?" Tina winked.

   I looked at her, remembering that it was my turn.  "Um...okay, then.  I
dare you...to..."

   "Yes?  I'm waiting!"

   "I dare you to...take off your bra and let me kiss your nipples."

   "Lame.  Too tame.  Come on, you can do better than that!" She undid her
bra and tossed it aside.  Her breasts were naked before me.  I was
rock-hard in no time, right there before all four of them.  She was loving
what she was doing to me.  "If you want to kiss my nipples, you could have
done it anytime, so come up with something better if you want to dare me."

   Jesus fucking Christ!  She was...goddamn, how I wanted her right now! 
Yes, I wanted to suck on those tits, to feel them, to taste them...and she
had just given me casual permission that it was no big deal?  Shit! 
So...what would she consider to be a "dare"?

   "Okay...I dare you to...kiss me...down there." I gestured to my
throbbing dick.

   "About fucking time you got with the program!"

   She came across the circle on her hands and knees, then leaned forward
and kissed the head of my penis...but what she did next was...oh, my God! I
would never forget that moment as long as I live!  It was my first
encounter with something so sensual, sexual, and phenomenal!

   She opened her mouth and took me inside her.  Holy shit!  Her mouth was
warm and wet and felt utterly...well, there are no words for it,
really...but then she made it even better!  She started flicking her tongue
against every square inch of my head, then thrust herself downward until I
was buried in the fullness of her mouth, her lips at the base of my shaft
right next to my balls.  She pulled back, licked and sucked my balls, and
took me in again.

   I had never had a blowjob before.  I didn't even know what they were,
least of all a deep-throat, but...oh, my God!  I loved it!  This was
fantastic!

   But then, the minx that she was, she pulled her head up, licked her
tongue against my lips and winked, then sat back in her place within the
circle.

   I sat there with a stunned look.  All she did was give me that wicked
smile again.  "What?" she asked.  "That's all you get for that dare. 
You'll have to be more creative next time."

   Goddamn it all...I wanted her back on me!  Looking at her tits didn't
help anything at all, especially knowing that I could have been licking
then and sucking them and...maybe I should do so now?  No that would just
add to my discomfort of the moment, and she was relishing that right now,
laughing and tracing both of her nipples with her fingers as I watched,
then spun the spinner.  It landed on Tracy.

   "Okay, Tracy, truth or dare?"

   Tracy smiled and said, "After you just gave him head?  Oh, you'd better
believe it's a dare."

   "He didn't believe me when I said that we kissed like that all the time.
So, I dare you to kiss me...and caress my breasts."

   "Shit.  That's not much of a dare," she pouted.

   "Humor me."

   Tracy looked at me with a smile, then leaned forward to her sister and
kissed her eagerly.  Hungrily.  Passionately.

   Her lips were locked onto Tina's.  They were probing each other's mouths
with their tongues, while Tracy's hands played with Tina's tits.  My hand
strayed to my swollen member involuntarily.  I started to play with
myself...I couldn't help it.

   "Aha!  We knew you touched yourself more than you said!" Tammy said
suddenly, her own hand between her thighs.

   "What?  No...I said if something was really exciting, and..." I swore.
"Dammit, this is really..." I swallowed.  "...really fucking exciting!"

   "You like watching us together, don't you?" Tina asked.

   "Oh, hell yes, I do!" I was also liking this swearing thing.  It matched
the mood.  I'd just have to remember to not use it in front of my mother or
sister after tonight.

   "Well, too bad.  You'll have to wait until it's your turn." They stopped
and separated.  Son of a bitch, but they were playing with me!  I'll admit,
I liked it, but...shit!

   "All right, Tracy, spin the dial," Tina said.

   It landed on Janice.  "Are you okay with this?  You look a little
flustered," Tracy asked.

   "No, I'm fine, I just...I've never done anything like this before."

   "But you're okay with it, right?  Because we can stop..."

   Speak for yourself.  Dammit!

   "Um...yeah.  Yeah, I...I'm good with it.  I like it...I really do.  It's
just...different..."

   "A good 'different', or a bad one?"

   She smiled.  It was a sweet smile, but it also held a spark of
something...more.  "I...don't know yet...but I'd like to find out."

   Tracy smiled.  "Good answer.  Okay then, truth or dare?"

   Janice looked at me, then at my lap where my erect penis was still
bobbing, then at Tina's bared breasts that she was still casually brushing
her own hands against, and her face changed.  She looked...hungry.  "Fuck
it," she said, the dreaded "F-word" rolling unfamiliarly off of her tongue.
"Dare!"

   "Okay, then" Tina said, smiling viscously.  "Since you said that you had
hoped for...you know...MORE with him, now's your chance!  I dare you
to...are you ready for this?" Janice swallowed hard, then nodded.  "Okay,
then...take off your pants, spread your legs, and start playing with
yourself through your panties in front of him.  That should make him want
to give you a LOT more, if you take my meaning."

   Janice's expression changed again - this time to just a blank look with
a hint of embarassment.  "I...I've never done that."

   "No?" Tina asked.  Janice just shook her head.  "Never?" Janice shook
her head again.  "You've never masturbated...okay, it's easy.  Here, I'll
show you." Tina took off her pants and spread her legs.  Holy shit!  She
was there now, sitting in front of me, dressed only in black panties with a
lace top that matched the bra she had discarded just moments before, then
started to rub her slit right through them.  She leaned her head back after
a few moments...she was enjoying herself.  At that moment, Tammy took off
her shirt and started to rub her breasts through her own lacy bra, this one
red.  Tracy had her own hands between her legs now and was rubbing herself
right through her pants.

   Tina stopped, looked at me, smiled with a positively evil smile, and
then looked back at Janice.  "Your turn.  Just like that."

   I pried my eyes away from the triplets and watched as Janice took off
her pants, slowly at first, a little unsure, then turned my way, spread her
legs wide, revealing her plain white panties as she started to tentatively
stroke her pussy.

   She began slowly, her eyes shut and probably imagining the Playgirl hunk
again, exploring herself, just starting to get the feel of her own body,
her centers of pleasure, her erogenous zones...quite possibly for the very
first time...and here she was, doing it for me to watch.

   I couldn't take my eyes off of her.  I was fascinated, entranced, and
more than a little horny.

   Then, she started going even faster, opening her eyes and looking
squarely into mine, her lips parted slightly and her breath coming faster.
If I could have been any harder, I think the head of my dick would have
exploded!

   She leaned back, and started going wildly, then lifted her hand up and
thrust it beneath her panties as she continued, and I could tell by the way
her hand moved beneath that flimsy shield of cloth that she was inserting a
finger every so often.

   "Okay, that's enough for now," Tina said with a wink.  "No sense in
giving him the full show...well, not yet anyway."

   Janice continued for a moment longer, then stopped...reluctantly.  She
was enjoying this as much as I was.  "Okay," she said, her voice a little
huskier than before.  "My turn." She pulled her hand out of her panties and
gently sucked on her fingers while looking at me.  I swear, I could have
come right there without ever touching myself.  As it was, something oozed
out of the tip of my cock.  It was clear, warm, and sticky.  I tried to
hide it, but I think Tracy saw me cover it up.  She only smiled.

   Janice spun the dial.  It landed on Tammy.  "Truth," Tammy said, and
Janice almost pouted.  "What?  Look, someone needs to get this back on
track.  We have all night - let's not end this just yet."

   "Okay then...um...have you ever...had sex with a boy?"

   "Not...yet." Her eyes drifted over to me.

   "Oh, come on," Tina said.  "What about Ralph?"

   "Longacre?  Ew.  Hell no."

   "Okay," Janice said, "then who HAVE you had sex with?  Because you seem
pretty knowledgable about the subject."

   "Sorry, but you only asked me about...ahem...boys." She said with a
wink. "My turn."

   I was stunned.  She had just left it hanging that she had had sex, but
not with boys...was it with girls?  Who?  I had heard of girls having sex
together, and it really made me horny as hell, and then seeing Tina and
Tracy together...my head was spinning.  Did these three have sex with one
another?  Yeah, no wonder Janice asked about it.  The priests would
defintitely have called it "sinful"...and what Tammy said about it
afterward?  That made perfect sense to me.  I wasn't religious at all.  My
mother dragged me to the Methodist church and we sat there and I heard
someone up at the front talking about Jesus and hell and whatever, but I
always tuned it out.  Since my mother and sister never paid attention to
me, I was always outside.  MY church wound up being the trees and the
forests and the plains and the mountains - that, to me, was the house of
God, or Goddess, or whatever.  I was a child of nature, not some sin-filled
soul seeking solace in some musty old building with words in a book and
someone telling us all what those words meant so that we had to live our
lives only in a certain way, and then be rewarded only after we died.

   Life was for living...and dammit, we five were living it fully in ways I
had never dreamed of before!  If the rest of my life held even a fraction
of this night, I would be beyond happy!  These would be memories I could
take with me into that afterlife, if there ever really was one, and what
would the Almighty say?  That I wasn't good enough and didn't obey Him and
that I would burn for all eternity because I was...human?  I'm sorry, but I
didn't buy that.  No...we were meant to live, to experience, to have joy in
our lives, not be afraid of everything and cower at our own shadows.  Okay,
as kids, we may have been too young for what we experienced, but did that
change the joy?  The passion?  The feelings?  Yes, three sisters having
that kind of fun together may not have been in the original plan, but did
that change anything?  Did it hurt anything?  Did it threaten anything? 
And did our little party doom humanity even the slightest bit? 
Yeah...that's what I thought.  So, no, I didn't worry a bit about what
might happen afterward.  In fact, I just wanted more of it.  In fact, I
didn't want this night to end.  I don't think any of us did.

   Tammy spun the dial and it went around, then landed on Tracy.  "You know
the drill."

   "Truth," she said.

   "Have YOU ever had sex with a boy?"

   "What is this now?  Someone suggests something and it's a running
theme?" She laughed.  "Okay, here's the thing.  It wasn't sex.  We just did
a lot of heavy petting, but...yeah, I wanted to."

   "Oh?  Who was it?"

   "Wouldn't YOU like to know?"

   "I bet it was Darren."

   "Brubaker?  That bushy-blonde jerk on the playground?  Oh, fuck no! 
What made you think I would have done anything with him?"

   "I saw how you looked at him."

   "Oh no, you didn't!  I looked at him in disgust!  I can't stand that
creep!  He wouldn't find his way into my line of SIGHT again if I had a say
in it, much less anywhere near my pants!  Hell no, it wasn't him."

   Tina chimed in.  "It was Steve."

   "Ralph's older brother?  He's hot!" Tammy said.

   "What?  How did you..." Tracy looked shocked.

   Tina leaned forward and smiled.  "Because I was on the other side of the
door.  You didn't close it fully, and I happened to see when I was passing
by, so I stopped and watched the show for a bit.  Also, I had a...hand in
it, if you know what I mean." She held up her hand for emphasis and then
let it fall back between her legs for a moment in case anyone was confused
about her reference.

   "You...you never said anything about it, did you?"

   "Oh, come on.  I'm not that way.  What do I care that you groped and
fondled a guy that was four years older than you?  And, for the record, it
was a little bit more than 'heavy petting.' You had your hand down his
pants, and his fly was undone...I got to see a little bit of
that...hmmm...yeah, he was nice."

   Tracy actually blushed, though it was brief...and then she smiled, as
though remembering that moment.  "Yeah...he was.  Too bad he had to leave
so soon."

   "Yep...he almost caught me, too!"

   They giggled, and I just sat there, picturing what it must have been
like.  My erection never subsided.

   Tracy spun the dial.  It landed on me.

   "Truth," I said.  I didn't know what these girls were up to now, but I'd
be driven insane if I had to go through another of their exhibitionist
tricks just then.  "And no, I've never had sex with anyone.  So, next
question?"

   Tracy feigned a pouty expression, then her eyes lit up again.  "Have you
ever masturbated while thinking of the three of us?  Or Janice?"

   Shit.  They had me again.  I could answer...or I could change my
response.  I opted for the latter.  Let them just think about it and come
up to their own conclusions.  I winked.  "Dare!" I said.

   I swear, if Tracy could have slapped her hands together and rubbed them
gleefully, it wouldn't have changed her expression in the slightest.  In
fact, it would only have matched the expression that Tina had had
throughout the whole night.

   "I dare you to show us."

   I was confused.  "Show you...what?"

   "You, touching yourself.  I know you want to.  You'd already started to
a little bit ago.  So, go on!  Show us!"

   I had never played with myself in front of anyone, and now here I was in
a room full of lust-filled, barely teenaged girls, looking at my swollen
cock and wanting me to perform for them.  God-fucking-damn!

   The triplets were still at that age where, though their personalities
were different, they still liked to match.  As they watched me,
expectantly, Tammy and Tracy each undressed so that they were sitting there
in just their panties alone - Tammy's were green lace, and Tracy's were
blue.  I suspected that they would mix and match their lingerie later in
life, just as they did their T-shirts, just to confuse whomever they were
lucky enough to have in their beds, the little nymphs that they were.  I
would definitely not mind being one of those lucky souls, that's for damn
sure!  And then, looking over, there was Janice, still sitting there
without her pants, her legs still spread, and a slight dampness at her
crotch, her hand already there and stroking herself once more through the
material...fuck!  How could I not oblige them?  I would definitely not be
embarrassed, nor ashamed, nor unable to really do anything...not when I had
my own version of "reality television" going on right before my eyes!

   I laid back, then slowly started diddling the head of my penis.  I
imagined what they may have done to one another, what with their allegedly
"lewd" stories of masturbation and a special incestuous relationship among
them, and of Janice...previously timid, naive, and now finding her
sexuality...I looked up, just as I began stroking myself with a relaxed
fist, and found all three of the triplets fondling one another, Tina with
her panties pulled aside and sliding a finger in and out of her pussy,
Tammy with her lips working their way down to Tracy's crotch, and Tracy
tracing the length of her slit along her panties while her free hand was
eagerly feeling Tina's right tit...and Janice, her hand beneath her her own
panties, furioiusly frigging herself, eyes darting between the sisters and
me...and then scooting herself over to reach up her free hand and start
feeling Tina's left breast...

   I couldn't help myself.  I came.  I swear that my grunt had awakened the
girls' parents, and I was immediately concerned.  All these four did was to
look over at me and admire the sudden spurt of my semen onto my stomach. 
The triplets never flinched at my sound.  They never showed concern, and I
never heard any movement from beyond, down that hallway.

   Now, I may have been young, but I was already starting to have those
so-called "nocturnal emissions" by then.  My nightly masturbatory sessions
occasionally resulted in something pearly-white and sticky coming out, but
only a little bit.  Definitely not like that.

   I never knew what it was - no one told me, and we didn't have any "sex
education" in that conservative little Puritanical town where everyone
pretended to be God-fearing citizens.

   I always wondered at that term, "God-fearing".  Why must one be afraid
of God in order to be devout?  I didn't get it.

   I was a little embarrassed at my ejaculation.  As I said, I never really
knew what it was.  I wondered if I had peed myself, but it wasn't the right
color...and it was...well...thick.

   "Well, I hope you last longer than that with me," Tracy giggled.

   "Aw, come on, give the guy a break," Tina said.  "We've been teasing him
for hours now.  He had to break sooner or later."

   Tracy grinned at me.  "Then we'll have to fix him back up!"

   All four girls came over and looked at it.  Tammy knew fully well what
it was, as did her sisters.  They only grinned, and Tina swirled her finger
through it and brought it to her lips like it was frosting.  Tammy offered
me a paper towel to clean it up.

   "What was that?" Janice asked.

   "He came," Tina said as she sucked on her finger, closed her eyes, and
smiled.

   "Came?  Where?"

   "All over himself, apparently."

   Tracy giggled.  "He had an orgasm and he squirted.  Guys do that.  You
know how it starts to feel really good and then your whole body...oh,
sorry, you've never been there yet.  We'll have to see about getting you
there tonight.  Trust me...it'll be fantastic if you just relax and let it
happen!"

   "We do it all the time," Tina said.

   "Well...not ALL the time..." Tracy interjected.

   Tina looked over her shoulder at Janice and nodded to her, whispering,
"All the time." "Anyway, when you start to cum, you feel really good, and
then it gets even better, really fast, and you start to shudder, deep down
inside you, and it sort of...explodes in wonderful feelings that race
through your body all at once.  Well, when a guy does this, at least when
he gets old enough to, he squirts a bit of semen out of his cock."

   "Semen?  What's that?"

   "Depending on what he's eaten, drunk, and his body type, it can be
really disgusting tasting or actually a little like salty fish..." Tina
said suddenly.  Her sisters just looked over at her incredulously.  "Well,
you know, if you're sucking him off.  That's what I've heard."

   "Uh-huh," Tracy continued.  "I haven't heard that, and I sure as hell
haven't tasted any of it...yet..." She looked over at Tina.

   She was just sucking on her fingers with her eyes closed and smiling. 
"Sardines."

   "Right.  I heard one girl say it reminded her of Clorox, so it just
depends, I guess."

   "Sucking him off?"

   "Giving him a blowjob like...well, like I did to him...but, you know,
fully.  Until he cums."

   "And...when a girl cums?"

   "We'll get to that later.  But one thing you should know, when a guy
cums, if he cums inside your pussy...that's actually how babies are made.
Semen is actually his seed that will fertilize your egg and make a baby. 
If he cums inside you, and your body is ready, it gets you pregnant."

   "I...I don't want to get pregnant."

   "Don't worry, you won't.  We're still too young for that just yet..."
then she grinned evilly.  "Thank God for that," she added, looking over at
my cock.  "Anyway, I've only heard of a few times when a girl our age gets
pregnant from a guy.  Usually, the guy is much older...like an uncle or
something...ew, that's just gross.  Anyway, he's not old enough yet to get
you pregnant.  He probably started only cumming in the last few months or
so, I'd wager."

   "Hey...I'm right here...stop talking like I'm not in the room, okay?" I
said, still mopping up the sticky mess.

   "Sorry," she said, then looked at me a moment.  "You didn't know what it
was either, did you?  Damn, we need to educate you two!"

   Tina pulled her finger out of her mouth and said, "I'll volunteer."

   Tammy giggled.  "Yeah, you would, you fucking nympho!" Tina just stuck
her tongue out at her.  I was loving these three.

   "What's a 'nympho'?  Janice asked."

   It was Tracy who answered.  "Nymphomaniac.  It's someone who's addicted
to sex."

   "That's putting it mildly," Tammy responded, as Tina leaned over and
began sucking on her sister's nipples.  Suddenly, she pulled her head up
and looked at me.  "Hey, what can I say?  I like it!"

   Tammy caressed her sister's hair.  "Yeah...so do I."

   Dammit, all, but I was starting to get hard again.  This was just too
intense...and I was loving every minute of it.  I never wanted it to end.

   "So...he won't get me pregnant?  Because I don't want to have a baby."

   "Don't worry," Tracy said.  "Not gonna happen.  Oh, hey...um...question
for you.  Have you ever had your...you know...time of the month, yet?"
Janice nodded.  "Okay, so you've used those little plastic tampon things
that you put inside you?" She nodded again.  "Good."

   "What?"

   "No worries.  Just making sure of something before...well, before
anything else happens.  Namely, that you've popped your cherry.  You
have...haven't you?"

   Janice looked a little confused.  "My cherry?"

   "Damn, we really need to educate you.  Um...the first time you ever put
the tampon in...did you feel any pain, and was there a little blood?"

   Janice nodded.  "Yeah...it really hurt.  I didn't like it, and I hoped
it wouldn't be like that every time, but after that it was okay."

   "Good.  So, as I said, no worries.  I want tonight to be special, not
painful." She winked at Janice, then turned to me.  "Okay, so now what,
hot-cock?  Are you gonna spin that dial, or do I have to spank your bare
ass until you get back in the game, huh?  It's your turn!"

   Shit...I had almost forgotten about the game.  It was hard to
concentrate now.  I had just masturbated in front of four hot girls, three
of them identical triplets who had no qualms about having sexual relations
with one another, and a fourth who was experimenting and was liking
everything she was discovering, and here I was, getting hard again, looking
around at spread legs that were only barely concealed with moist panties
and three sets of bared breasts...and while the thought of getting spanked
by Tracy suddenly sounded appealing...heh...oh, yeah, the spinner!

   I cleared my throat, sat up, and gave the spinner a whack.  It spun
around and landed right back on me.  Shit.  I had to do a truth-or-dare on
myself now.  The girls just sat back, waiting.

   "Okay...truth," I said.  I thought a moment, and finally decided to lay
it all out, my soul laid bare before them.  I was fucking horny as hell,
but I needed to let them all know that it wasn't just about sex, regardless
of whether it was my first time or not, and regardless of whether or not I
was thoroughly enjoying myself in the most deliciously carnal way I could
ever have imagined.

   "Yes, I have fantasized about all of you, and I have masturbated just
thinking about what it must be like to be with you."

   "Oh, please," Tracy said, her hand gently stroking around the edges of
her panties.  "We knew that before we even had you get naked.  We see how
you look at us in class.  How could we not notice?"

   "Well, I didn't know," Janice said, "but...I...I would have thought it
was gross before, but now?  I...oh yeah, I'm liking this."

   "I wasn't finished," I said, then continued as they started to look at
me with that animalistic look in their eyes...all four of them now..."Yes,
I have masturbated while thinking of you, but here's the thing...I like to
draw.  I enjoy art.  I drew a picture of all of you.  Your faces, as well
as I could remember them, and I took a long time to do so.  I'd like to
show them to you, right now, but I don't have them with me.  But here,
tonight, with you all right now, seeing you the way I'm seeing you...RIGHT
NOW...I will admit that I could never, ever, capture your beauty - not even
if I was an expert with years of training.  You are all...works of art.  I
mean that, and I know it sounds like some cheap greeting card, but...call
it God's masterpieces or the best that nature could come up with or
whatever...you are gorgeous!  And I am...I am so lucky right now to be here
with you.  Not...not just in this way...not having...how did you put it? 
'Naughty fun?' But to see you...the real you...ALL of you, every bit of you
like this right now...yeah, it makes me horny as fuck, but it also makes me
feel special to have seen it."

   Janice started to cry.  Tammy had tears in her eyes, and Tina just
looked down, her hair covering her face.  It was Tracy who spoke.

   "Thank you," she whispered.

   "For what?" I asked.

   "For not just thinking of us as objects to lust after.  We get that
enough from other boys just for being triplets.  I see the way guys leer at
us, picturing us all together in their beds.  Sometimes, it really makes me
sick, but you...we've always thought that you were...different.  That's why
we invited you to the party tonight.  Thank you for...for seeing us.  I
mean...really seeing us.  Thank you for not letting us down."

   Tina looked up and wiped the tears from her face.  "Okay," she nearly
sobbed, then sniffed and looked at me.  "So, are you gonna spin that
fucking spinner again or what?"

   We all laughed.  That broke the moment, and we were back to being
carefree and naughty again.

   I was about to spin the dial when Janice reached over and stayed my
hand. I looked up at her quizzically.

   "You know," she said, looking around at everyone.  "I have a better
idea. How about we put away the spinner and just...let nature take over."

   "You're tired of the game?" Tracy asked.  "It's just getting to the
really interesting parts now."

   "No, I'm not tired of the game, I just...I'd like to, you know...how do
they put it in that Yellow Pages advertisement?  Let my fingers do the
walking..."

   Tracy giggled.  "Oh, there'll be plenty of that!  Okay, here's what we
can do.  We'll play a few more rounds, and then when things start getting
too...ahem...hot to handle, we'll put away the spinner and just let
ourselves go.  Sound good?"

   Janice nodded.  "Yeah.  I'm good with that."

   She pulled her hand back and I spun the dial.  It landed on Tina.

   She started to form a "D" with her lips, but her sisters were looking at
her.  She sighed.  "Okay...truth."

   I looked at her a moment.  "Have you ever...fantasized about me?"

   "Not at first," she said, "but...yeah.  At first, I didn't know you, but
I thought you were cute.  You were new in school, but you looked lonely. 
Lost, really.  I didn't know what to make of you...but you seemed sweet. 
You got to know us...and then...in sixth grade with Ms.  Codden...I was
watching you.  You weren't paying attention in class.  You were drawing
something.  I sneaked a glance at it and saw you looking outside, and
copying the mountains over in the valley.  I thought you were pretty good."

   "That didn't really answer his question," Tammy said.

   "I was getting to that."

   "Well, hurry up already!  I want to get to the good stuff, too!"

   They giggled.  "All right...yeah.  It wasn't until a couple of weeks
later, and it was right there in class.  After we took our math test and
the teacher had us all put our heads down while she handed the tests out at
random for us to grade?  I was looking down through my arm, and I could see
your butt.  I thought you had a nice butt, and I started to squeeze my legs
together to rub my pussy against my panties, thinking about your butt and
what it might look like naked."

   "In class?  Damn, Tina!  You're lucky Ms.  Codden didn't catch you!"
Tracy said.

   "I think she might have, but she didn't say anything.  I liked her - she
was a great teacher."

   "Yeah," Tammy said.  "She was kinda hot, too!"

   "Yeah, she was," I said, surprising myself as the words came out of my
mouth.

   "Oh, you wanted to see her naked too?" Tammy said.

   "I...uh...well, you know?  What can I say?"

   "Okay, Tina," Tracy said.  "Your turn.  I'm going to feed the fire.  The
last thing we need right now is for the house to get cold - that WILL get
Mom and Dad up."

   Tina spun the wheel.  It landed where Tracy would have been sitting had
she not now been pulling wood out of the larder.  "Tracy...it's on you."

   "Uh-uh, I'm over here."

   "Doesn't matter.  Truth or dare, baby sister."

   "Baby?  I was born three hours after you."

   "And you were the last one born.  Another hour and our birthdays would
have been separated by one day, so there!"

   "Okay, then.  Let's get this place...ahem...warmed up a bit then, shall
we?  Dare!"

   "Oh, you want to warm it up?  Hee-hee-hee..." she looked over at me in a
positively impish way.  "Then let's get busy!  So, I dare you to take off
your panties and plant your pussy right on his lips."

   "You really are a tease, aren't you?"

   "We have to fix our broken toy!"

   "How about I plant it on your lips instead and he can watch so that we
don't break him again...well, too soon, anyway?"

   "That's the dare, baby sister.  He gets to eat you out.  Do it...or you
miss your next turn."

   I was already rock hard again just from imagining Tina and Tracy going
at it, but then, as Tracy pulled off her panties...yeah.  I was definitely
liking what I was seeing!

   She was just getting a nice downy blush of red pubic hair framing those
beautiful, pouty lips...and her excitement had caused those lips to part,
just slightly.  Then, as I watched, my breathing getting faster with each
deliberately slow step, that gorgeous slit came closer and closer to
me...and then she turned around and I saw the most fantastic ass right in
front of my eyes.  I longed to touch it, to feel her flesh...

   "Uh-uh," Tina said.  "No touching, you horn-dog.  Well...not yet,
anyway."

   Dammit all.  My hands fell to my sides like someone had suddenly put
lead weights on them...but then they weighed lighter than air in the blink
of an eye and I really wanted...no, I NEEDED to touch her, because at that
moment, Tracy had bent over, letting me see her in all of her glory.  Her
asshole, her glistening twat, and in one swift motion, she pushed herself
onto my waiting mouth.

   I hadn't seen any adult magazines or films or anything.  I was going on
sheer lustful, animal instinct.  My tongue was like a dagger and her
exquisite fleshy folds were its welcoming sheath as I lapped and teased and
flicked and gently sucked wherever the movement of her hips guided me.  She
was loving it, I was loving it, but then it was over...far too quickly. 
She moved away at the insistence of Tina.  The dare was completed, and it
was now time to spin the dial again.  Fuck, I wanted her!  She tasted sweet
and salty and wonderful.  I longed for that again, like a man stranded in
the desert begging for just a few drops of water.  I nearly whined when she
pulled away, and then I caught sight of Tina's eyes, that seductive
twinkle, that gleefully evil grin...this was going to be a long, very drawn
out adventure...but I knew that I was going to be in paradise at the end of
it all.

   I wanted to prolong it, as much as it may have been torture.

   I wanted them...all four of them...
   ...and I never wanted this night to end.