Elsie smirked, her eyes flitting back and forth.
“Tell me who it was,” Brie demanded, crossing her arms.
Elsie’s expression switched quickly to worry. “I can’t,” she said quietly, uncharacteristically timid.
“Why not?”
“Because…” Elsie trailed off.
Brie suddenly felt cold. A wash of sweat broke out across her body. In the pit of her stomach, she suddenly knew. “My dad.”
Elsie cowered and squeaked, “Don’t hate me.”
“Whoa,” Brie was stunned. They both sat in silence for a moment. “Saturday? That’s why you were naked when we woke up.”
Elsie nodded, wincing, ready for the blowback.
But it never came. Brie didn’t want to start a fight and have Elsie dig in her heels and start prodding her back about her own first experience. “So then what happened? With Mallory, I mean,” she asked coolly.
Elsie ventured on with her story, hesitantly at first, surprised that Brie didn’t seem to care that her best friend had sex with her father.
“Oh, um, well, anyway, it was her turn to choose again and she picked truth again. I asked if she had ever done oral. She said no, she couldn’t even get a boyfriend. She seemed pretty frustrated.
“So then it was my turn, and she said, ‘Who are all the people you’ve had sex with?’ and I told her a college boy and an… older man.” Elsie looked sincerely at Brie and said, “I wasn’t just going to tell her it was your dad.”
“Then she asked me how old, and I said our Daddy’s age.
“She said, ‘Holy shit’ and swallowed real hard. She asked me who it was, but then I realized she already got an extra question out of me and I clammed up. I heard her start to kind of fidget around, and I knew she was getting a little turned on and probably ready to take a dare.
“But it was my turn again to ask and she surprised me by picking truth. I wasn’t expecting that, but I thought for a sec and then asked, ‘Would you ever want a girlfriend?’
“She blushed and giggled and said, ‘I have girlfriends.’” Elsie frowned and added, “She totally knew what I meant, though!
“I said, ‘No, dummy, not your friends. I mean like a boyfriend—but a girlfriend.’
“She was quiet for a while and then she said in this too-calm voice, ‘No, I’m not a lesbian.’
“I was like, ‘You don’t have to be a lesbian to like girls.’
“Then do you know what she said? She said, ‘Well, you didn’t ask if I liked girls!’”
Brie snorted. “Wow, do you think she does like girls, then?”
“I dunno,” Elsie answered, “I never got to ask her, but I kinda think she might.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“Well, let me finish my story.”
Brie nodded. Her heart was beating in her chest. She was enraptured with her best friend’s tale about her racy game.
“Next it was my turn, but I knew if I picked truth, she was going to ask about, you know, your dad, and I didn’t want to tell her anything about that! So, I was basically forced to pick dare.
“She must have been getting antsy and said, ‘I dare you to take your pajamas off.’
“That was easy, so I did just that. I had this one-piece romper on with spaghetti straps, and I shimmied out of it under the covers, yanked it out, and dropped it on the floor.
“Mallory shined her flashlight on me and made me pull back the covers so she could check, and she got annoyed when she realized I wasn’t completely naked. ‘You can’t leave your panties on!’ she said.
Brie threw her hands up. “Panties aren’t part of pajamas! It’s just underwear.”
Elsie pointed and said, “That’s what I told her and she grumbled, ‘Well I meant all your clothes,’ so I mocked and said well then she should have said that for the dare.’”
Brie smiled, “You turned the tables back on her.”
“I know,” Elsie giggled, “but I don’t think she got the joke. She just whined some more until I told her to just pick truth-or-dare.
“She finally stopped holding out on me and said dare! So I dared her to let me cuddle her in her bed.”
“That’s it?” Brie asked quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“That doesn’t sound like that big of a deal.”
Elsie rolled her eyes. “You wouldn’t know this because you’re a single child. But Mallory hasn’t let me be that close to her since she started getting boobs.”
“I thought you’d seen each other play with yourselves before.”
“Only with covers on or with the lights off,” Elsie corrected, “But now here I am, half naked and wanting to get in her bed? It was a big deal, and you could tell, because she almost said no. It was quiet for a really long time, and finally she said, almost in a whisper, ‘Okay.’
“My heart skipped a beat as I slipped out from under my covers. I grabbed my flashlight and quickly padded over to her bed and she opened the covers to let me in. It was such a thrill being close to her, and I couldn’t help but shiver, even though she was very warm under the sheet.
“We shifted around quite a bit to get settled; we have small, single beds. Eventually she spooned me and draped her hand over my torso. I could feel her tits press against my back. They were warm and soft, and her nipples were hard. It was so nice.”
Brie chimed in dreamily, “That does sound nice. I sometimes go to my parents in their room if I wake up from a bad dream in the middle of the night, or if it’s storming, and it’s always so warm. But they always make me go back to my own bed sooner or later.” Brie thought about her recent trysts with both of her parents and in the back of her head she wondered just how much things would change because of that. “So, is that where it ended?”
“Oh no. We laid there for a few minutes, and she kind of started rubbing my back a little bit. I could feel my pussy getting real wet again and my nerves were causing me to tremble.
“Mallory said, ‘Why are you shaking?’
“‘Because I’m nervous.’
“‘What are you nervous about?’
“‘I don’t really know,’ I said, ‘but this feels nice.’
“From behind me, she pressed her face into my hair and inhaled slowly, taking in the scent, then exhaled. Finally, she whispered ‘Truth or dare?’
“From this point on, they’re just dares, so she dared me to get all the way naked in bed with her. I swallowed and shimmied out of my panties under the cover. I held them up to her and showed her, but she said she had to check again. She leaned down to my ankles and brushed her hands up my body, feeling her way up, and when she got to my hips, sure enough, no panty line.
“Then she felt around, caressing both cheeks of my bottom. She hummed sweetly, and I think she liked what she felt. She even started to move her hands between my thighs but I wonder if she felt my wetness, because she quickly stopped and moved her hand back onto my hip.
“My throat was dry, but I managed to quip, ‘Anything there?’
“She laughed quietly, ‘Nope, just a baby smooth bottom.’
“It felt so nice laying there with her. I wiggled my butt into her crotch and entwined my legs around hers, encouraging her to explore more. She got the hint. She felt down my waist to my hip bones, and she even got pretty close to my cunny crack, but she chickened out again and moved up to my tummy, and finally up to my boobs. I felt my nipples stiffen under her caress and then she stopped rubbing and said quietly, ‘What’s my dare?’