Rubina
"Whoever finishes highest picks the prank challenge?" My sister Rubaira or Ruby as she prefers to be called asks.
"Do we always have to do this?" I ask in frustration. I was 21 and my sister was 19. We had always been close. Mainly due to toxic parenting and still having to share the same bedroom. We knew everything about each other and shared everything from first period to whoever Ruby was fucking now. I didn't have much to share in terms of my love life as there was none unless you considered the occasional masturbation session a love life. She was an extrovert and I was an introvert. We were opposites in many ways. She was slimmer, everything looked better on her and she always wore make up. Whereas I wore what was comfortable, not as pretty, rarely ever used make up and if I ever did it was limited to lip stick.
We were at a gamer convention and had signed up to a tournament. We were big fans of the game, Glory, which was a typical shooter game with a range of characters. The tournament was a battle royal version of the game. It was spread over a number of sessions and would be played over the week. I had a lot more game time under my belt than Ruby but she was more competitive and this would give her an edge.
"Don't chicken out," she replies as she imitates a chicken.
There were over 50 of us playing at the same time. It was pretty cool to be playing together in one place as I usually played online. We were a few of the top players as the kills racked up. I had 9 kills and Ruby only had 2. I liked to be in the middle of the action and go high risk whereas Ruby would try to survive and pick off people when most of the killing was done. We made it to the top 10 which meant we made the cut off to the next day.
There were only 5 of us left as we tracked each other down. There was an older Indian man whose screen I could see and I decided to target him as I could figure out where he was.
As I hunted him down Ruby killed me from behind and she let out a snicker as she did it. She was taken not too long after by the same man.
We made the cut off to the next day. We bought some chicken nuggets as it was our little tradition. At the back of my mind I waited with dread for the inevitable prank challenge. We were both big fans of prank videos and we would set challenges for each other. The challenges were usually silly or stupid stuff like reading your last 5 messages or taking shots until you throw up but recently Ruby had been nagging that I was a prude and still a virgin. It was the only thing we could not relate to each other on. I wanted love but Ruby seemed to be content fucking someone different every week. The forfeit was always that we would go nuclear if one of us didn't comply. We both had enough on each other to destroy each other's lives. Literally.
We were sat on some benches in the makeshift food court area as we shared a box of chicken nuggets.
"I have decided," Ruby said ominously.
"Decided? What?" I asked confused as I had momentarily lapsed and forgotten about the challenge.
"I want you to a flash your tits to a man," she said.
I almost spit out the half a nugget in my mouth.
"What? Are you crazy?" I said in an incredulous tone. She just gave me that psychopath smile she had for occasions like this. She knew I was a virgin and the closest I have come to anything like this is talking to men online.
"That is the prank challenge and you know the consequences," she said with that crazy smirk.
"We will be kicked out. I don't want to do this. This is crazy. It is sexual harassment or public indecency or whatever, you fucking psycho," I said angrily.
"Fine. You can do it somewhere more secluded. Maybe in the toilets. But it has to be for at least 60 seconds. You know the consequences and I don't play like that," she replied. She was acting like she was doing me a favor which only angered me but I knew she was serious about following through.
"Fine, whatever. You are being a bitch. Literally," I said biting down on my frustration.
We moved to a quieter part of the convention where there was little footfall. It was not enough to alleviate any of the anxiety I felt.
We saw a couple of men but they just weren't my type and it grossed me out thinking of doing this before them. I had a preference for brown men. We were Pakistani but Christians so we had a really small and tight community in America. We never really mixed with other Pakistanis due to the prejudice we experienced and we were lucky to have escaped Pakistan as a family. I had a preference for brown men. So if I was going to do this, it had to be someone I was attracted to.
Then the Indian man that was playing Glory walked in the secluded area looking lost. He seemed confused as he seemed to be searching for signs. He had looked in our direction and seemed to recognize us from the game. He had finished first in our game. He was not particularly attractive. He was slightly overweight and his batman t-shirt clung tight to him. He was wearing jeans and glasses. His haircut was pretty nerdy and he had a big nose. He looked to be older than us. Maybe late thirties to early forties.
"Fuck it," I finally said as Ruby snickered. I could not keep this challenge hanging over me and he would have to do as the only brown man here.
I got up and approached the older man.
"Hey, were you playing Glory earlier?" I asked.
"Yeah. You look familiar. Were you in my group? Top 5, right?" He tried to pretend he was not staring at me earlier and only just recognized me.
"Yeah. I wanted to ask you something. Do you have a minute?' I asked and it was just a minute I needed. Literally.
"Yes. Of course," he said while looking dumbfounded.
I pulled him into a quiet corridor and closed the doors behind us.
"Please just stay here for 60 seconds. Just look and don't move," I said.
I bit my lip as I finally found the courage to lift my SpongeBob t-shirt to reveal my bra. I could see the look of utter confusion on his face as I unclipped the bra from the back and lifted the cups over my breasts.
My large 36E breasts were jiggling before his eyes due to my heavy breathing. I am unable to look at him as he watches my breasts gently jiggle. I have large brown areola and my nipples are stiff and distended from the thrill and excitement.
I turn my head to the side and begin to count. 1, 2...every second felt like a minute. I wonder what he is thinking. I was not particularly attractive. Today I had my hair up in a ponytail. I was wearing unflattering baggy jeans and a baggy SpongeBob t-shirt. My sister often joked I dressed like a lesbian.
5, 6 and then I feel his hands begin to touch my breasts. It is gentle and sends goose bumps over my body. He is gently feeling the soft texture of my skin. It seems as though he is testing his limits.
"Uff," I moan softly almost inaudible.
8, 9 I feel his thumbs flick my stiff nipples. Instinctively I grab his arm with one hand while the other one keeps my bra and t-shirt up.
"No. Don't. Just look, please," I plead.
He seems to heed my pleas and his hands move away from my breasts. I am able to breathe easier as I try to focus on my counting.
