Story: Tease Dare, Part 8

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Keira almost screamed when the Tease Dare notification came through, accepting her video of her father spanking her bare ass, and offering her a new dare.

She didn’t want to do more dares. She didn’t want any of this. She had made her own father’s cock hard. Was it any wonder, the way she had shown her body to him in the shower and kissed him on the lips like a whore? And then her father’s cock – albeit still sheathed in his boxers – had gone between her labia, a little way into her pussy.

He had to have known it was happening. He had to have felt it. And he hadn’t stopped, or shifted. He had kept spanking her, driving her cunt down on his dick, practically fucking his own daughter’s cunt with every blow. He had felt it, and it hadn’t made him unaroused. It had made him harder.

And it was all her fault. For being a tease. For being a slut. For thinking that a phone app with slutty dares was fun, and not seeing it for what it was until it began to blackmail her with her own slutty behaviour.

She wanted to throw her phone away. She wanted to never think about dares again.

But she couldn’t. If her father thought she was a slut now, how much worse would it be when he saw her pissing on camera? Squeezing her brother’s dick? Lezzing off with a girl at school? He would see all these things, if she didn’t keep taking dares.

So she picked up the phone and looked at the notification.

“Dare successful! Good girl! You have earned 30 points. Your total balance is 230 points. You need 20 more points for Level 4. Take another dare.”

1. Send an identifiable nude photo of yourself, clearly showing your breasts and cunt, to your friend Ashton. (20 points.)
2. Strip naked and masturbate to orgasm in the back seat of a car. (20 points.)
3. Exercise for 20 minutes in your backyard, visible from the windows of your house and naked from the waist down. (20 points.)

She looked over the dares, trying to work out which one was the least worst.

She couldn’t exercise in the back yard. On another day, maybe, but Channing and her father were still active within the house, and the back yard could be seen clearly from both the lounge, the kitchen, and her father’s bedroom. And the wording prohibited her from using the semi-concealed area where she had been pissing.

What about sending a nude photo to Ashton? Ashton was nice enough. He had seen her take off her panties in class and not told anyone – but, on the other hand, he had kept the panties, and made no effort to give them back. What would happen if he got a nude photo of her?

He would think she was a slut, certainly. But maybe he already did, after what had happened in class. Would he masturbate to her nude photo? She thought he probably would. Would he share it? She honestly didn’t know.

She didn’t like the thought.

But what about the other option? Masturbate in the back seat of a car?

She realised that the dare didn’t require anyone else to be in the car, or for the car to be moving. Her father’s car was parked out the front, on the driveway. She could get the keys easily And she could get down low on the back seat. If anyone came over to the car, they would see her through the window, but how often did people do that?

She decided that’s what she would do.

She went to the kitchen and collected her father’s car keys from the bench.

While she was there, she realised that her bladder was full. She thought about pissing in the backyard – but she’d just been thinking about how easy it was to be seen in the backyard, and now she didn’t have the nerve to even use her concealed spot.

Instead, she took down a cup from the cups cupboard. She could piss into it, and then tip it out somewhere. But where? If she went back to her bedroom, she would have to carry a cup of piss through the house.

Why not right here? Her brother was in his room and her father was in the lounge. Neither could see the kitchen.

Blushing with embarrassment, she lowered the cup to between her legs and used her other hand to pull aside her panties. Then she pissed into the cup.

It felt so slutty, to be pissing right here, in the family kitchen. How would she explain it if someone saw her? She couldn’t, except to say that she was a perverted slut.

But nobody came in, and soon she was done. She was able to pour the cup down the kitchen sink, and quickly clean it.

Then it was outside, to the car.

No one was around – either her family, or neighbours. The sun was bright and the day was warm. She opened the car, and got into the back seat.

She immediately felt nervous. The back seat wasn’t quite as low as she had remembered – probably because she had never considered before whether she could lie on it nude without being seen. She thought probably anyone within three metres of the car might be able to see her, if they looked.

But she had committed now. She had accepted this dare.

She pulled off her shirt, her skirt, and her panties, and lay on her back on the seat. She felt incredibly exposed, even though she knew that there was nobody nearby. Then she set up her phone to film her, spread her legs, and began to rub her cunt.

Despite everything, Keira still felt the thrill of a dare as she began to masturbate. The leather of the car seat against her back and buttocks felt erotic. The warm sunlight coming through the windows onto her tits and cunt felt good. And the possibility that someone might see her – though terrifying – made it all even hotter.

She rubbed her pussy and thought about hot boys.

Or at least, she tried to. But the image came to her of Lexie, and of how the app had made her masturbate while thinking about Lexie. She thought about how soft Lexie’s lips had been.

She tried to push those thoughts aside and think about boys. About boys with hard cocks.

Like her brother’s had been, when she squeezed it.

Or like her father’s had been, poking into her cunt as he spanked her.

No! Not like that. Like…

She froze. She could hear footsteps outside. She didn’t know who it was. She couldn’t look.

Were they close? Far away? She realised now she was a terrible judge of such things. It could be her father coming to get something out of the car. Or it could be a stranger, walking by on the footpath.

The footsteps continued – and, without really thinking about it, Keira resumed her masturbation. She was very wet now, and it felt good.

The footsteps came closer – and then began to recede. Someone on the footpath then. That was good.

She was going to cum soon. That would feel good. Then she would be done.

It felt good to be so wet, doing something so slutty. Like it had felt good when her father’s cock had poked into her fuckhole. That was the first time she had had a cock inside her. Did that count as losing her virginity? Or would her father’s cock have need to be bare? Or gone deeper inside her? Or ejaculated?

Fuck, why was she thinking about such things while masturbating? What was wrong with her? There were so many hot men in the world that she wasn’t related to. She should just…

Footsteps again.

She was too close to cumming to stop masturbating, so she tried to rub her clit faster instead.

Footsteps approaching.

And then, terrifyingly, she could see who the footsteps belonged to. Channing, her brother. He was walking past the car. If he turned his head, he would see his sister nude and masturbating.

And at that point, Keira reached orgasm. Her body shook and spasmed, as she stared at her brother’s face through the window.

For once, Keira got lucky. Channing didn’t look. He was checking the postbox. He took some mail from it, and headed back inside. He did not see his sister orgasming like a whore in the back seat of the family car.

And when Keira was done, she was able to dress, and sneak back inside the house, and uploaded her video to Tease Dare.

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She got her confirmation a little before dinner.

“Dare successful! Good girl! You have earned 20 points. Your total balance is 250 points. Are you ready to advance to level 4?”

She was not – but what choice did she have? She clicked “yes”.

“Confirmation Dare. To confirm your level up, you must successfully perform one of these dares which you have previously rejected.”

1. Masturbate at the dinner table for the duration of a meal with a family member present (verified by Tease Tag). (Level Up.)
2. Urinate while making eye contact with a male (verified by Tease Tag). (Level Up)
3. Send the topless photo of your friend Lexie to her father. His phone number is [number] (Level Up.)

She hated it. She hated them all. And she hated that there was an easy option. All she had to do was send Lexie’s father a nude photo of his daughter. It would cost her nothing.

But it would be wrong. It wouldn’t be slutty, it would be evil.

But the other two options were so bad. She pictured making conversation with her father and her brother while secretly fingering her cunt beneath the table. What if they could tell? What if they could smell her wet cunt? What would they think? What would they say? And she had to do it for the whole meal. If she was caught – would she be allowed to stop? Or would that fail the dare? Would she have to keep fingering her twat even as they asked what she was doing and why?

And the other option – urinating while making eye contact. She wondered if she could do it over a video call with a friend, so they’d never be able to guess what was happening. But she instinctively knew that wouldn’t count as “eye contact”.

How could she do it without the person she was looking at knowing that she was pissing?

She had an idea.

She rummaged through her underwear drawer, and pulled out ten separate pairs of panties – all her thickest cotton and polyester ones. She also got out her period pads, and put pads in the crotches of the first two pairs of panties. Then she pulled on all ten pairs, one after the other.

When she was done, the layers of fabric around her groin were so puffy that it looked rather like she was wearing a diaper. She wished she did have an adult diaper in the house – it would be more appropriate for what she was planning. But this would have to do.

She put on a long skirt, to hide the bulge around her groin and ass.

Then she went to dinner.

Dinner was awkward. Keira and her father both knew what had happened earlier that day, but neither of them wanted to acknowledge it with words.

Channing had no such difficulty, though.

“Hey dad, I heard some… uh… weird noises coming from your room today,” he said. “While Keira was in there.”

Keira and her father immediately went bright red. But her father recovered – and opted for the truth.

“I was spanking your sister,” he said.

“Isn’t she a little old for that?” asked Channing.

“Well, we had a little discussion,” said her father. “It was Keira’s idea. She hasn’t been doing well at school, and she’s been having other problems, and she thought physical discipline might help.”

He looked at Keira.

“Did it help, Keira?” he said.

She looked down.

“Yes, daddy,” she said.

“You see?” said her father. “So we’ll probably be doing it more often.”

Keira’s eyes widened. This was news to her.

“If you see your sister doing anything bitchy or – well, slutty – let me know, and I’ll see that she gets the appropriate discipline,” said her father.

Channing looked at Keira. He had certainly seen her doing something slutty recently. She had grabbed his dick, for one thing.

But he kept his thoughts to himself for now.

Keira was almost done with her dinner. Now was the time to do her dare.

She looked at her father and said, “I’m actually really excited for this week at school.”

He was looking at her. She had eye contact.

She relaxed her bladder.

“We’re doing some really fun stuff in English class,” she enthused. “And in History we’re learning about Sumeria…”

She was pissing. Not just pissing – wetting her panties. All ten layers of them. Hot urine was flooding out of her urethra and soaking into her underwear, while her father was watching. He had no idea, she hoped.

“That sounds interesting,” said her father. “Tell me more.”

She babbled on about her schoolwork, as she continued to piss. And what embarrassed her even more than pissing at the dinner table was how good it felt – the wet warmth against her cunt, the feeling of her panties soaking and plastering themselves against her thighs and pussy, the taboo thrill of performing such a disgusting, forbidden act as her father watched. She liked wetting herself – even though she knew it made her a perverted filthy whore.

When it was done, and her bladder was empty, she excused herself as quickly as possible and rose from the table. She looked down at her chair briefly, and was infinitely grateful to see no trace of moisture. Her panties had adequately absorbed the piss.

She ran to the laundry while her brother and father were still at the table, and pulled off all the panties and stuffed them in the laundry. They were soaked with piss. She realised there was a little on her skirt too, so she pulled that off as well, and set the whole load to immediately start washing. A little strange to be doing laundry at night, but she could always say she was catching up on chores and her father would be grateful.

Then – bare-cunted, due to her lack of skirt – she quickly ran to her bedroom.

She had done it. She had pissed while making eye contact with her father and gotten away with it.

She didn’t need to upload a video. Her Tease Tag would verify it – presumably it had detected her pissing, while recording the sound of a male voice nearby.

Which meant there was only one thing to do.

And that was to furiously rub her cunt while thinking about what she had just done.

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