Julie closed her eyes and put her legs together at the thought of Nicole's orgasm and squeezed her thighs to feel the tightness against her pussy. Aft...r this brief moment of ecstasy she opened her eyes and looked back at her brother he was staring straight at her small tits wide eyed with his mouth open. Julie realized that she was still in her tiny pajama shorts and white wife beater with no bras. She knew damn well that her brother could see the outline of her swelling hard nipples through. You can read a fortune upon them and, if you follow the curves, distinguish individual pain. Fingerprints burn and cry and bleed longer, harder than eyes ever could. I wash them daily, my scars and fingerprints. Caress them. Sometimes I see him. Just long enough that he can thrust himself back into my life. Long enough for the wound to be torn farther to add bacteria to the contaminated flesh. I sit in the shower for hours crying the water that consumes me, wrinkles my fingerprints, and pinks. I called her from the car as I was leaving, and asked if she'd be ready to go when I got there in about 15 mins. "Sure babe, I'm just having my last drink and a bit of fun on this dance floor. Call when you're here and I'll come straight out and jump in the car."Pulling up out front of a rather nice two story house I got my phone out and called Abby - no answer. Thinking that she might not have heard it ring over the music I sent her a text as well saying I was here. Over the next 15 mins I. "I don't know..."With an exasperated sigh Julie turned to face me on the bench."Fine, I'll play. Now, what are the rules?" The basic premise is rather simple in that we each dare the other to do something. You get one point for attempting the dare and one point if you actually succeed. The person with the most points at the end wins." And if I refuse a dare?" Then you lose five points and must Live the Dare." Live it how?" Julie suspiciously asked."Well if I dared you to kiss the man over there.