The next few days were fairly normal. There was an atmosphere when we were all the same room, but it was not at all unpleasant or awkward. It was the feeling you get when you were relaxed with no underlying tension. Maybe it was just me, but the house felt more serene and mellow. There was still shouting and a couple of arguments, but it seemed to be with less venom. Don't get me wrong when Steve walked in on Katie while she was changing it sounded like she was going to kill him on the spot, but 30 seconds later at dinner it was forgotten and jovial again.
I was in bed, I spent a lot of time in bed, being a teenager and the lock down not really lending itself to doing anything else. I could get up, but if I got up I would be sat downstairs doing nothing, so I had may as well be warm in bed and watch what I want on my own TV. That and it was only 9:30am, which for me was very early morning. I had been woken up by the sun through badly drawn curtains at half 7 and hadn't been able to get back to sleep again. I had however taken full advantage of the early hour and fingered myself to orgasm. I was still naked, although my kicked off panties were still under the duvet somewhere from where I had discarded them during pleasuring myself.
I was considering going for it again, although I had cum less than an hour ago I was still horny. Horny enough to be able to feel my own excitement when I moved my legs. I opened my legs underneath the duvet and using the tip of my index finger I gently stroked across my labia and clit as I decided if I wanted to orgasm again. The click of a door and the sound of bare feet across the landing made my decision for me, closing my legs I rolled onto my side and had a flick through the TV channels. I heard the shower turn on and for a second I considered playing with myself, but my Rabbit was out of batteries and I knew fingers wouldn't cut it, I needed to cum hard and only the Rabbit would achieve that so a cold shower would have to do.
Ten minutes later or so the shower turned off and a few minutes later I heard the footsteps across the landing again. It must have been Katie, the boys always got dressed in the bathroom and there hadn't been enough time from the shower turning off to dry and dress. It is funny how predictable people are, I am sure I am the same with my little routines and habits, but that is what makes us human I guess.
There was a soft tap at my door, so much so I was not sure if it was a tap on my door or if they had just dropped something. A second tap a few seconds later followed by Katie asking if I was awake confirmed that it was a tap at my door.
"Yeah, unfortunately," I said, "Come in if you want."
My door opened and Katie came in pushing it closed behind her. Her closing the door did make me hypothetically raise an eye brow as she didn't usually. I had either annoyed her and we were going to fight, or she wanted a chat about something she didn't want anyone else overhearing. I hoped it was the latter, I was not dressed for a fight, but neither was she as she was wrapped in a towel and I would assume not a lot else. "You okay?" I asked, more intrigued than concerned as I toyed with the idea of fighting with her. My consensus was if she was here for a fight I was going to take a beating, I was naked and laying down so at a massive disadvantage.
"Yeah," she said smiling warmly at me which defused my concerns, "I want revenge," she said, her face changing to a serious expression.
"I am sure you do. Not gonna happen though," I grinned back at her. She was referencing her rather humiliating defeat where she got naked in front of myself and her two brothers, and then they took it in turns fucking her up her ass. Saying that they saw me naked that day when I lost a swimming race, it was a strange day.
"Tonight," she said, "Rematch."
"Wagering what?" I asked her with a smug expression, "From where I see it you don't really have much left to offer."
"Same wager," she said, but her expression changed as she realised I had made a good point. Wagering the same stakes for her was a much smaller capital than myself. She had nothing left to lose, I am sure she didn't want her ass screwing again, but she had already had the pleasure, so taking it again was hardly a disaster.
"Nar babe," I said, "You lost, not doing same wager."
"Bitch," she said, but there was no conviction behind the slur.
"Yeah, but I have a point don't I," I said looking at her.
She broke a smile as she looked at me. "Yeah you do," she snapped, "Fuck off you smug slag," she added when she saw my expression.
"Slag?" I said sounding amused, "It wasn't my body that took four dicks in two hours."
Anger flashed in her eyes and I thought I had maybe pushed my luck too far and she was going to beat the crap out of me then drag me downstairs by my hair. The anger faded to acceptance though and she just smiled at me. "Fuck off," she muttered. She was hurting, not physically, but her pride was well and truly hurt, but there was no way I was wagering my ass. Which considering how horny I was says a lot, if I was laying next to a boyfriend, or even a male friend at this moment in time I would let him do what he wanted to me, in any hole as long as he licked me out first.
"How is the bum by the way?" I asked after a few moments of silence.
She glared at me , but her expression quickly mellowed when she saw it was a genuine question and I wasn't twisting the knife. Her smile spread across her face, lighting it up as she looked at me. "Okay now," she said, "But I felt it the day after."
"I bet," I said, "Much respect for taking it."
"Did I have a choice?" she asked me.
"You could have just refused," I shrugged, "Bet is a bet, but I doubt any of us would have pushed you if you just put your foot down."
"Yeah, I guess," she said, "Want the truth?" she asked with a wry smile.
"Of course," I grinned at her having a rough idea where she was going.
"I quite enjoyed it," she grinned, "Proper used and abused, but in a safe environment."
"It did look fun," I replied holding my expression to not give too much away. I am a teenage girl, loving a bit of dick is no surprise or secret, being jealous over my sister being fucked by our two brothers was maybe a little too taboo still.
"Yeah. Well, up until it went anal," she said with a wry smile, "Bitch."
"You would have done the same to me," I shrugged, "Plus I bet you liked it anyway."
"Yeah yeah," she said dismissively, "Rematch, come on."
"No way," I said immediately, "What would you wager?"
"What would you want?" she asked which took me by surprise a little.
I looked at her as I considered her question. What would I want was a very good question and one that I had not given much thought to. The scope for further humiliation at home was fairly minimal, we had all seen her naked, and having sex in front of us was kinda pretty far up the embarrassment scale no matter what measure you are using. Adding more people would add to her humiliation, but with lock down still in force that was not an option. Not in person anyway I thought as a smile spread across my face. "What?" Katie asked returning my smile, although hers was a lot more nervous than mine.
"Okay, when you lose," I began.
"If..." she interrupted, "If I lose..."
"Yeah yeah, whatever," I said waving my hand, "When you lose..." I started again grinning at her. "When you lose it is the same wager, assuming Steve and Graham are up for it, you do as we say, anything and everything."
"Okay," she said.
"And," I continued, "When you lose you have to full body Facetime five people from your phone address book. At least three of them have to be male and you aren't allowed to warn them before hand."
She stared at me for a few seconds clearly stunned by the wager. "No," she said still playing it through in her head and staring at me. "No way," she said a lot firmer the second time.
"Well then," I shrugged and looked away from her to turn down my TV a little as I realised it was quite loud still.
"Naked Facetime?" she said still looking at me.
"Yep," I said matter of factly.
"No way," she said again shaking her head this time, "That can be recorded or screenshotted," she added.
"Yep," I said in the same dismissive flippant tone of someone who knows and her concerns are of no concern to them.
"Yeah, no fucking way," she said, her mind was made up and it carried in her voice. Up until that point she had been considering it. She hated losing, and the only thing worse than losing was losing to me and you could see it in her eyes.
