This is my first attempt at a story and is based on experiences I had growing up in the UK. Any and all comments welcome.
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Mark and David were both 18 and had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Their parents had been close friends as Marks mum had always kept her horses on David's parents' farm. Over the years they had spent so much time together that their friendship had developed into a strong bond and for both families it was like having two sons rather than one.
Of the two Mark had always been the quieter one with an innocent look that hid a wicked sense of humour and a knack for coming up with plans that would invariably lead to them getting into various scrapes.
David was always tall for his age so people often assumed he was older than Mark which meant when they crashed and burned he normally took the blame.
Despite all that the boys were extremely good-natured and as they had grown up their strong friendship had given them both a sense of confidence and total trust in one another.
They walked into Mark's room and after a few minutes David said
"What do you reckon, time for a game?"
"Yes I reckon so" was the reply
Thinking back neither really know how the games had first started or why and yet somehow they both enjoyed the game.
"You go first then," said David and he got up and turned away to face the window.
The actual basic game was fairly simple - one of them would either jump under the blanket on the bed fully clothed or pull up their t-shirt or pull down their jeans and pants. The other one then had to guess whether it was, up, down everything up and down or nothing. To check if they had it right the person guessing then put his hands under the blanket to check. If he guessed right the loser lost an item of clothing, if he guessed wrong he lost an item of clothing.
David turned round and Mark was under the blanket, " Everything up and down" he said and then moved towards the bed.
As his hands went under the blanket he could feels Marks bare chest and as his hands moved down further he traced down towards his legs and was relieved to find the path of skin was not interrupted by clothes. He purposefully traced down his hips and legs before moving his hand back up and lightly brushing over Mark's cock. It already felt firm and he lingered a moment before moving away.
After a few 'rounds' Miles had lost his t-shirt and so had David. David had just taken his turn and slipped under the blanket with everything up and down when the door opened and Mark's sister Tracey walked into the room. David was totally lost for words as he lay there imagining how the scene looked to Tracey. Him lying under a blanket and Miles looking shocked stood there in his jeans and no t-shirt with a bulge still visible in his jeans.....
Tracey was about 5'6 with shoulder length brown hair and a very cute body. Her habit of wearing tight jeans quite simply made her arse look magnificent. Tracey put on a look of mock horror as if she was about to scream and then laughed as she looked at the fear on their faces. She had known bits about their 'game' for a while although the confusing factor was that she knew her brother had a girlfriend and she knew David also had a girl. She also remembered getting drunk at a party and snogging and fooling around with David!
"Hey, don't let me stop you! Carry on I always wondered what the heck you two got up to," she said
Mark still looked scared but the look on David's face said he was excited too and Mark walked towards the bed and put his hand under the blanket and started to check for the clothes. As his hand touched David's hard cock he felt scared by how Tracey would react watching his hand under the blanket. Tracey watched her brother and found herself strangely turned on by seeing the blanket moving round David's crotch as her brother's hand moved across it.
"Your turn Mark" David said in a quiet voice and he moved to get out of bed facing away from Tracey.
"You both got to close your eyes," said Miles as he turned round and took a deep breath. Half of him wanted to keep his jeans up and slip under the blanket but the feeling of his cock in this strange but horny situation overtook this thought. He pulled his jeans down and dropped onto the bed with the blanket pulled over him.
"Ready" he said
As David looked at Mark he felt his throat go dry as ideas and thoughts tumbled through his mind. He heard himself say
"Well Tracey you could be the judge as you are here"
As the sentence finished he waited for what seemed likes ages, expecting Tracey to go ballistic and hurl insults and objects in his direction.
As Tracey heard the words she felt the feeling of shock overtaken by the bizarre way the whole situation made her feel. In her mind she knew David and Mark were basically having a laugh and enjoying the game whilst somehow maintaining the innocence of it. At the same time she had never had any feeling about her brother that way but the butterflies in her tummy meant she was enjoying the situation.
"Urh Ok" she said, " what are you guessing David?"
