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Promises, Promises
by Art S Healing

***

One of my lighter stories, this is a slightly 
dramatized yet true incident which happened to me when 
I was little and naïve. When a game of "team truth or 
dare" in a tree house left me at a surprise 
disadvantage, what followed was a day I'll never 
forget. I'm sure that I'm not the only one either. 
(bbg, bg, bb, inc, ped, preteen, con, mast, oral)

***

One of my lighter stories, this is a slightly 
dramatized yet true incident which happened to me when 
I was little and naïve. When a game of "team truth or 
dare" in a tree house left me at a surprise 
disadvantage, what followed was a day I'll never 
forget. I'm sure that I'm not the only one either.

***

SOAPBOX: Okay, those of you have read my other works 
know I use symbolism to make points or to describe 
horrible things that happened to me in my life. This 
is different. It actually occurred virtually 
literally, with a few exaggerations and name changes. 
However, one thing that isn't different is my warning 
about not doing these things in real life. If kids 
play sex games, that is very different than adults 
playing sex game with them. They live in a different 
world. Please don't harm children.  

***

Okay, so it seemed fair at first; two boys and two 
girls, so when my brother Kyle suggested that we play 
"team-truth-or-dare", boys against the girls, I 
thought why not. It's a good idea. Knowing Tiffany, 
she probably would have suggested it first if she had 
thought of it. Hiding out in the tree house seemed a 
good idea too. No grown-ups around and little to no 
chance that they would make the difficult climb up the 
kid sized ladder to make a surprise inspection. The 
only problem was Tiffany didn't tell us she was 
grounded.

After we agreed to play, Kyle and Mike had a strange 
smirk comb over their faces. Two 12 year old boys with 
smirks like those are usually the sign of 
overconfidence. "This is going to be fun, BUT," Kyle 
said, "you have to promise to do whatever we say and 
we'll do whatever you say- so long as it doesn't 
hurt." 

"Well, as long as it doesn't hurt MUCH. I don't want 
anyone calling that to get out of a dare. That's 
cheating," added Mike.

"Right," Kyle nodded.  

Tiffany and I smiled and voiced our agreement. Between 
the two of us we could outdo these boys, even if I had 
just turned 9 and she was only 10. Girls are smarter 
than boys. Well, at least Tiffany was smarter than 
them. Kyle was my big brother and Mike was hers, so we 
knew them pretty well. We were going to smear them. At 
least, Tiffany was going to smear them with me backing 
her up. I was very gullible and innocent at 9 years 
old. Still, I was feeling confident too. We'd outdo 
them. Then Tiffany's mom called up to her.

"Tiffany Louise Miller, you'd better not be up in that 
tree house."

"I was just... I was just up here for a minute to... 
to..."

"I don't want to hear it," her mom replied. "Get down 
here right now. You just added on another week to your 
punishment."

"But mom..."

"Now, young lady!"

After a grunt and a brief childish version of mumbled 
cussing, she lifted the latch and awkwardly groped her 
way down the ladder. "Sorry guys."

Mike closed the hatch behind her and said, "That 
sucks... well, you ready to play?"

"We can't play," I pointed out. "Tiffany's gone."

"So," said Kyle, instantly backing up his friend. "You 
still have to play. You made a promise, remember? Dad 
says you always have to keep your promises."

My young brain scanned over the information it had and 
found a potential loophole. "No, 'cause I promised to 
play TEAM truth or dare."

"Right, and just because you lost a member don't mean 
nothin'. You still promised," said Mike.

I looked at Kyle. I'm sure I had a questioning look on 
my face. He nodded and sounded off a bullshit rule 
that my little mind fell for completely. He said, 
"Yeah, that's true. In sports, just because you lose a 
member of your team doesn't mean you just don't play. 
You still have to because you promised. And a promise 
is a promise."

Ah, to be young and dumb again. And I must admit, 
before I hit my teens, I was pretty dumb. At the very 
least I was really naïve and Kyle took advantage of 
that every chance he got.

"Oh," was all I could think to say. Technically, I did 
promise. "Okay. Who goes first?"

"We do," my brother and his best friend quickly said 
in perfect sync. It sounded silly and we all laughed a 
little. Now I realize it was that it was out of some 
horny desperation that they claimed the first-go which 
unified their words so well.   

Since Tiffany was the outgoing one, she usually 
protected me from people taking advantage. She would 
have told them "no way" and that two against one 
wasn't fair. And even if she didn't, she would have 
claimed that she should have gone first at the very 
least. But this wasn't Tiffany they were talking to, 
it was me. 	

"Okay," I simply said.	

The rules to team truth of dare are that you can only 
pick truth a total of five times. They may as well 
have called the game, "Stall for five turns, then pick 
dare a million times in a row."

So after a five truths in a row from all of us, and 
naturally each question always getting progressively 
more sexual in nature, soon we were left with only 
dares. I tried to pick another truth, but they must 
have carefully kept count. 

"Bull- you already used all of your truths. You have 
to pick dare!" 

After a huff, I said, "Fine! What's the dare?"

Kyle went first. "I dare you show us your boobies."

What boobies? I was barely 9 years old- by less than a 
month. But still being bonded to my promise and with 
another huff, I stood up from the hard wooded flooring 
and very quickly lifted up my loose green sundress and 
immediately dropped it again, not only showing off my 
nipples, but also my white cotton panties. Kyle and 
Mike both shouted a barrage of "no, no- uh-uh, you 
can't do that... no," type things at me. Mike said, 
"We said SHOW us, not flash us! You have to hold it up 
there for a while."

"Nu-uh!" I retorted.

"Yeah," chimed Kyle, "When you watch a show, it 
doesn't last a half-a-second. It's a show. Those 
always last for a while".

Exasperated, I groaned out another, "Fine!" and raised 
my sundress up all the way, holding it bunched up just 
below the neckline. They studied my thin, pre-
pubescent body with devouring eyes. When they scanned 
me up and down, they were not only looking at my tiny 
pink nipples, but everything else too. Finally they 
said it was okay to let it go. I sat back down cross-
legged. 

It was now Mike's turn. "You have to show us your 
pussy." I knew what the word pussy meant since Tiffany 
and I had started playing sex games about a year ago. 
Then I asked the stupidest thing I could have.

"Can I just pull my panties to the side or do I have 
to take them off completely?"	Kyle gleamed at his 
friend for a moment. I almost saw a light bulb appear 
over his head. "You have to take 'em off and keep 'em 
off," he said.

"Aw come on," I complained.

"You have to," said Kyle. "He dared you!"

"Alright, alright," I replied. Still sitting, I hooked 
my thumbs under the waistband and slid my undies over 
my legs and feet and tossed them to the side. Then I 
spread my legs for them out really wide, showing them 
my cunny and little clit. As their line of sight glued 
to my crotch, I got all tingly down there. I'd never 
shown anyone but tiffany my cunt before and I enjoyed 
the unyielding attention they were now giving me. It 
felt like I had some power that I had never known 
before.

"Mm- nice," said Kyle. "What would you give to get 
your cock in there, man?"

"A lot. I bet you have a boner too."

"She's my sister, dude."

"So? A pussy's a pussy. If you tell me you wouldn't 
fuck that, you're either lying or a queer. This is 
better than any picture we've ever seen. This is the 
real thing. Now show us your fuckhole, slut," Mike 
said. Neither he nor my brother took their eye off it 
as they spoke- I don't even think they blinked, but I 
assumed that last part was meant for me. 

"My what?"

"Your fuckhole," repeated Mike. "You have to spread 
your pussy open and show us your fuckhole."

"Nooo- you already used your dare. It's my turn."

"Your fuckhole IS part of your pussy. We wanted to see 
your whole pussy, so you have to let us see it all. 
That's the dare."

Still unsure if I was being tricked yet having no 
defense against this logic, I mentally shrugged and 
reached between my spread thighs and used both my 
hands to open up my pussy for them.

"Daaamn- look at that," mumbled Mike. I smiled proudly 
to myself. I loved how they were acting. It was as if 
I was being worshipped. Well, at least my pussy was 
being worshipped. Mike boldly reached over and wiggled 
his finger in the gateway of my "fuckhole", tickling 
my fancy. 


"Heeey," I said watching his finger but making no 
physical attempt to stop him. "Touching wasn't a part 
of the dare. Now it's my turn to give YOU dares." Mike 
continued to tickle my pink tunnel and the sensations 
it was now giving me was unlike anything I'd ever felt 
before, although I tried not to let it show for some 
reason. It somehow even felt better than when Tiffany 
diddled it. Maybe since they were boys, and one of 
them my brother, it was even more taboo to me. I don't 
know, but they sensation was much more intense. 

Looking back, I think I subconsciously knew it would 
be giving up some of that power I was feeling if they 
realized I liked it so much, so I hid my true tingles 
by acting like it was nothing at all to me. But I let 
him continue to fiddle with my twat as I talked to him 
and my brother. "So let me think..." I stalled as I 
felt my cunny juices really flowing now. "Uhhh... 
ummm... let me thiiiink..." I repeated.

Kyle and Mike finally tore their eyes from my pussy 
and grinned at each other. I think they knew I was 
drawing out the moment because I liked the finger 
play, or maybe they thought it was just distracting 
me. All I know for sure is that what Mike was doing 
was feeling better and better and the moistness in my 
pussy was increasing. 

"Okay-okay, I know," I finally said. "You both have to 
take off your pants and show me your ding-dongs."   

They grinned again and one of them said "Okay". As I 
kept holding my aroused cunt open for them, I watched 
my brother and his friend take their pants off. Having 
difficulty getting them over their shoes, they kicked 
them off as well as their socks. At first I thought 
they weren't going to take off their underwear since I 
didn't say they had too and just flop out their dicks, 
but they seemed to want to and down they went. Tiffany 
had described them to me before, but that was the 
first time I actually ever saw a cock, much less two 
of them. 

They were both hard as dried cement and I'm sure I 
would have thought they were always like that if she 
hadn't already told me how they got hard when they got 
"horny" but otherwise boys thingies looked like a 
finger down there. 

I knew horny was like those funny tingly feelings I 
got sometimes, but that's about as much as I 
comprehended back then. It was amazing to me. Seeing 
it was very different than just imagining it. Neither 
of them had any hairs yet and I had no concept at the 
time of such things. Both cocks were roughly the same 
size and width. They were maybe 4 inches long or so 
and only about as big a round as a grown up's finger. 
I stared at them both with an equal balance of 
confusion and fascination. 

"See," said Mike the second Kyle's underwear went 
down. "I knew you had a boner."

Since that was a word that Tiffany apparently didn't 
know (she only said dicks got hard) and had therefore 
never explained to me, I wanted to ask what a boner 
was, but before I could, Kyle said, "Well, like you 
said, a pussy is a pussy. Now it's our turn."

"No," I said, "I get another dare."

"Oh no you don't either," Kyle replied. "You gave us 
both a dare. You just gave it to both of us at the 
same time. So now it's our turn again." 

Damn it. I knew they were right on that one. "Okay. Go 
ahead," I whined defeated. "But you have to keep your 
pants off too, though 'cause I didn't say you could 
put 'em back on." Turn-about is fair play after all.

"Hey, fine with me," Kyle said. "Now I dare you to 
take off your dress and keep it off. Then you have you 
have to get on your hands and knees like a dog with 
your butt facing us."

"Mmm," Mike grunted as if he just tasted something 
delicious. "Good idea. It's right out a Hustler mag."

"Hell, this is better than any stupid magazine. It's 
even better than any a fuck-a-slut.com. site. This is 
the real thing. It's a real fuckin' pussy." 

I didn't really know what any of that meant, but then 
again I didn't care a whole lot either. The thought of 
getting completely naked in front of them was getting 
me really hot. Trying not to seem too anxious, I stood 
back up again and yanked my dress over my head, 
dropping it near my panties. Then I turned around and 
dropped to my hands and knees and hoisted my ass in 
the air at them.

"Spread your knees out wider and arch your back... 
bend it... here," said Kyle as he touched my lower 
back.

I widened my knees and bent my back where he 
indicated, and it upturned my bottom and pussy, aiming 
it at them. They started poking and prodding at my 
cunny and making comments about how "sweet" and 
"tasty" it looked. I could have claimed that they 
never dared me to let them touch it but I was enjoying 
it so much I said nothing to stop them.

"What's my next dare," I said after a time, curious as 
to what they would have me do next. For a moment they 
said nothing. Finally Mike said, Okay, I dare you to 
let us lick your pussy."

For a second I thought it was gross. Lick my pussy? 
That's what I peed with. But I thought there was some 
reason for it that I didn't understand. Again, 
curiosity got the better of me. "Go ahead," I said 
trying to sound nonchalant, "I don't care." A dare's a 
dare, right?

Despite Tiffany and me playing sex games, oral play 
had never happened. It was mostly touching and mutual 
masturbation- that sort of things. We even kissed a 
few times as we did it, but the thought of licking 
each other down there had never occurred to me or her 
either it seemed. So when I felt that first tongue 
swipe my little pussy slit, it sent a unique shutter 
throughout my entire body and I instinctively wanted 
more.

"Is it good?" I heard my brother say.

"Fuck yeah, it's good. I want some more." Then Mike 
went back to licking, only now he was lapping it the 
way dogs and cats lick themselves, except for an 
occasion tongue wiggle when it got up in there which 
sent shockwaves through me. It was so soothing and I 
felt my cunny get juicier. Eventually he stopped and 
said, "Go ahead Kyle, have a few licks. The dare was 
WE get to lick it." No complaints from me. I waited 
for another round.

"Dude, gross. You already licked it. I'd be getting 
your spit in my mouth."

"So? Are you going to let that get in the way of a 
chance to taste what a real pussy is like? We jerked 
each other off before. What's the big deal?" 

I really wanted to know what that was all about. They 
jerked each other off? It sounded intriguing to my 
preteen mind. It must be something boys do when we 
girls aren't around.				

All was silent for a moment and I looked over my 
shoulder to my brother. I could see his wheels 
turning. It didn't take him long to decide. He didn't 
make eye contact with me; at first he only stared at 
my cunt like he was deciding, then like a dog release 
from its chain, he quickly dropped down and began to 
lick me too. It felt just as good as when Mike did it.

"Tastes like honey- don't it?" Mike said. All my 
brother did was grunt out an "Mmm-hmm" as he continued 
to lick me, getting faster and almost frantic about 
it. Then a little whimper slipped out of me and I felt 
an orgasm coming on. I had countless ones of those, 
but they were either by my own finger, a small object, 
or my best friend's Tiffany's hand. This was 
different. It lingered for a few moments until it hit 
me all at once. Hot sparkles blew through my pussy and 
reverberated over every inch of my body, sending me 
into maddening convulsions. I dropped down to my 
elbows and made some sounds that I could never make on 
purpose. 

It was instinctive of me to press my pussy into my 
brother's face as I squawked and chirred, and only 
then did I realize that I had been holding my breath 
that whole time. I finally allowed air to circulate 
back through my lungs again and panted as I calmed. It 
was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt. 
Once I collected myself and pondered for a moment 
whether or not they knew what had just happened to me, 
I winched my head around and puffed, "It's my turn."

My brother stopped licking his lips and looked at me 
surprisingly. "Okay," he said. "What do we have to 
do?"

"First you have to take your shirts off so I'm not the 
only naked one. Then you have to jerk off each other, 
like you we're talking about before." I still didn't 
know what that meant, but I sure wanted to find out.

"God damn it," Mike said. "I want pussy, not dick."

I pivoted back around and sat on my ass cross-legged. 
"You have to! I dared you and you promised too! If you 
don't, I win and the game's over."

Mike forcefully signed whipped his shirt off, "Screw 
it- fine. Hurry up, Kyle. Let's get it over with so we 
can get some more pussy."

After Kyle took his shirt off too, I watched in utter 
amazement as my brother and his best friend stood face 
to face in front of me and using just three fingers 
each, they masturbated each other's hairless 12 year 
old cock. I could imagine how good it felt not just by 
their faces, but by comparing it to getting fingered 
by Tiffany. I figured it was about the same. 

Her finger is what popped my hymen, but that pain was 
fleeting when measured to the pleasure that followed 
over the next few months of our sex games. Now I felt 
like a whole new world was being opened up to me and 
it was happening all at once. Apparently the boys knew 
a lot more about sex than either one of us girls and I 
was learning fast. I would be able to teach Tiffany 
before it was all said and done. 

"Fuck, dude," moaned my brother. "You gotta stop or 
I'm gonna cum."

"Me too," he said as he looked at my pussy, "Fuck. 
Your little slutty sister is driving me nuuutsss..."

Despite their words, they really didn't look too eager 
to stop. It obviously felt really good. I wanted to 
know what "cum" meant, so I verbally jumped in. "Oh 
no, you gotta cum. You gotta," and I scooted up really 
close poised on my knees. Whatever it was, I didn't 
want to miss a thing. I got half a foot away and 
stared at this marvelous thing and I guess that pushed 
them both over the speed bump- first Mike, then my 
brother. 

A moan and a grunt later, their knees shook and their 
firm ass cheeks tightened as tiny spurts of clear jism 
spotted with white blotches spit out of their little 
cocks; squirting dollops all over each other and my 
face a little. Those small speckles went everywhere 
and at first I thought they peed a bit. I ran my 
finger over my face and studied it up close, asking 
what it was. It definitely wasn't pee. 

"It's cum. You're supposed to lick it. It tastes 
really good," said Mike. I guess I scrunched up my 
face at that thought and he said, "No, it's delicious. 
Watch this," and scooped some from his stomach and 
licked it. "Show her, Kyle." Then my brother did the 
same thing. "Mmmm," he said. "You should try some."

To this day I wonder if they really tasted each 
other's cum or if they faked it, but at the time I 
never questioned that they had really done it. Okay, I 
had to find out, so I tried it. Now that I'm an adult, 
I can tell you that cum from a young boy tastes a lot 
different from a full grown man. It was basically 
tasteless, but I took it into my mouth anyway and 
without meaning it, I mimicked what my big brother 
did. "Mmmm..." I suppose I was just doing what was 
expected of me. I watched as their boners simmered 
down just a bit, and I was wondering if that meant 
they weren't horny anymore when Kyle said, "Now it's 
our turn again."

"Okay, what's the dare?" I asked.

Kyle said, "You have to lay on your back and spread 
your legs real wide and let us finger you."

Wordlessly, I rolled onto my back and spread my legs 
out to my side's spread eagle.

"No, no, no," Kyle said, "lift your knees up- keep 'em 
open wide. You know how a frog looks when you turn it 
on its back? Like that."

I obeyed. My legs were as spread as I far as I could 
get them and took it upon myself to open my cunt 
mounds back out for them. "Okay, go 'head," I said. 
With my hands now occupied, I looked at my brother and 
Mike expectantly. Their deflating pricks youthfully 
sprang back up in seconds as they both knelt down 
beside me. 

Mike was the first to stick his finger in me. My pink 
tunnel suctioned his finger in and I cooed out my 
approval as he explored it. Alternating between 
wiggles and piston motions, I let my mounds close like 
a mouth around his finger in favor of playing with my 
clitty. I twiddled it about with my usual expertise, 
and while Mike wasn't as good at fingering as Tiffany, 
his finger was much bigger and that made up for it. 

"God damn, your slut sister is tight as hell," Mike 
said hypnotically as he fish hooked his finger and 
wiggled it. "And wet, too. What a little whore." 

"Lemme feel!" requested Kyle, sounding anxiously 
younger than he actually was.

Hesitantly, Mike withdrew his finger and I heard a 
brazen sniffing sound, so I guess he smelled it. His 
finger was instantly replaced by my big brother's. I 
moaned out as he twisted it around like a cork screw, 
drilling me while moving it back and forth. It was 
distinctively different than the way Mike did it to 
me. It felt really good too though and the wetness in 
my pussy grew even more. 

"-You like that? Huh? You like getting fingered by 
your brother?" asked Mike, which distracted and 
irritated me. I only nodded as I continued my cooing 
and low moaning; all the while Kyle remained silently 
grinning.

"Yeah, I bet you do, slut. I got something you're 
going to like even better. I dare you to let us fuck 
you."

Wh... what's fuck?" I stammered through the pleasure.

"It's when we stick our dicks in your pussy and move 
it like we did with our fingers- kind of. It feels 
super good. A little slut like you is gonna love it. 
Do you take the dare or are you a stupid loser?"

Well, everything had felt so good this far and I 
certainly didn't want to be a stupid loser. "Okay. 
Fuck me." I simply said. It was the first time I ever 
heard or used that word. They didn't need me to say 
that twice. I laid there passively as Kyle removed his 
cunt-soaked finger and Mike mounted me, lining up the 
tip of his cock with my pussy. We were all watching 
down where our bodies met as he held me by the wrists, 
pinning me in place. Mike pressed his hips forward and 
I groaned out as his small yet ample 12 year old prick 
penetrated tight little cunny. 

"Fuck yeah," said Kyle. "Fuck her man! Fuck my sister! 
Pop her cherry!"

Looking back, if I still had my hymen, I probably 
wouldn't have enjoyed it so much, but enjoy it I did. 
He was pumping as fast as his preadolescent body could 
go and I felt an orgasm building almost immediately, 
but much to my disappointment, he finished before me. 
The warm spray squirted inside me in little pulsating 
gushes within mere seconds. He slowed to a gasping 
stop and just lay on top of me for a moment, leaving 
me unsatisfied. 

"Come on, get off her dude! It's my turn!" claimed my 
brother.

"Yeah... 'kay," Mike said as he pulled his dick out of 
me.

Kyle got on his knees, telling me to get over on my 
hands and knees like I was before. He wanted to fuck 
me doggy style. I rolled around as fast as I could and 
presented my young eager ass at him before my hovering 
orgasm subsided too much. "Uhh..." I cried out as my 
brother entered me. He didn't build up at all, he just 
pumped fast. The slapping and slurping sounds were 
much more noticeable this time too.

"Fuck me!" I groaned.

"You fucking slut!" said Mike, "You're a fucking 
whore! You love getting fucked by us! Fuck that slut, 
Kyle... Fuck her good!" He sounded like a cheerleader 
motivating his team quarterback to victory. "You're 
fucking your own sister! Fuck that slut!" As I made 
all sorts of sounds, I sensed my orgasm quickly 
returning. I couldn't stand it. I had to cum. I 
dropped to my elbows and reaching back, I began to 
play with my clit vigorously with one hand as I 
enjoyed all of the dirty feelings racing through me. 
While Mike kept on shouting his approval and calling 
me a slut, my orgasm finally detonated, coursing 
throughout my body unlike any I had ever felt before. 
I screamed out uncontrollably and I suppose Mike knew 
what was happening as he cheered louder, "Fuck the 
bitch... fuck the bitch..." 

A few second later, Kyle laid his undeveloped 
incestuous seeds in me to mix with his best friend's. 
My winded brother slowed to a stop as I turned my head 
back to look at him, his cock still in me. I was ready 
for more. I wanted to cum again.

"Someone fuck me some more," I wheezed out, forgetting 
about the game.

"I have to wait... a minute... catch my breath," said 
my brother.

"I'm ready for another go," Mike grinned.

"Well somebody fuck me again," I replied, raring to 
go. 

"Oh you'll get fucked again. I promise we'll fuck you 
every chance we get, slut," Mike said. It was just in 
time for his mother to suddenly lift up the floor-
hatch and pop her head in saying, "What's all the 
shouting about?" just before her jaw dropped. 
	  	 
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