Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Drew and I am 23 years old. I live in Atlanta, Georgia in a one-bedroom apartment. I have two sisters, Lisa, who is 20 and Carmen, who is 18. My story begins when my sisters decide to move to Atlanta with me to find their fortunes. We come from a small town in Virginia so a move to the big city is a big deal, and I was as excited to have relative nearby, as my sisters were to be moving here.
The day of the move finally arrived and I spent the day anxiously watching the street for their cars. They pulled up in separate vehicles and were both beaming with excitement. Both girls had huge grins that made their faces seem beautiful. Don't get me wrong, I thought that both of my sisters were pretty and had even eyed them in the past. They jumped out of the cars and ran to the door of my apartment and we all nearly jumped with glee and happiness. I led my sisters into the apartment and we began the daunting tasks of rearranging things to accommodate their belongings, and tried to work out the sleeping arrangements. I finally offered up my king sized bed to Carmen and Lisa, thinking that I would take the couch. Total nonsense according to Lisa, as they had bought blow up mattresses and would not be taking my bed. That worked out, we began to get ready for the evening. I had plans to show my sisters the big city.
When Carmen and Lisa came out of my bedroom dressed for the evening, I realized how much they had grown since our last get together. Maybe I had never noticed before but both girls were incredible young women now. Lisa has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, stands 5'6" and was wearing an ensemble that made me think thoughts a brother shouldn't have about his sister. A transparent top that showed off her under wire bra and breasts nicely, a mini skirt that enhanced her legs, and stripy summer sandals that showed off her perfectly pedicured toes made up Lisa's outfit for the evening. Carmen was a lot less flashy, wearing a silk ankle length skirt, a cotton t-shirt that strained against her breasts, and Carmen also had perfectly pedicured feet that were encased in minimal sandals.
We set out to see the big city. I took the girls out to dinner first at a restaurant in Virginia Highlands, then on to Buckhead to play in the bars. Our choices were limited due to Carmen's age, but the only thing that mattered to me was that I was spending time with my family. It was strange to see my sisters being hit on and I had to reign in my protective feelings, realizing that they could handle themselves. We all had a fantastic time and headed back to the apartment at about midnight. Lisa was a little intoxicated and was giggling all the way back to the apartment. Carmen rode in the backseat and soon started giggling to herself as well. I chalked it up to the infectious giggling that came from the front seat.
At last we arrived at the apartment and Lisa dug out a bottle of vodka from her bags, poured us all drinks and we sat down to reminisce. Both girls sat on the couch and propped their now bare feet on the coffee table and I sat in the chair across from them in a recliner. Having a foot fetish, my eyes kept straying to the delectable soles on display like a buffet. Let me make it clear that my staring at their soles was a habit formed from the years looking at the feet of beautiful girls and not sexually motivated in any way.
After several mixed drinks and a couple of hours had gone by Carmen suggested that the three of us play a game. Well I didn't have any board games or even a deck of cards so Lisa and Carmen started playing paper, scissors, and rock while I watched with quite a buzz due to the alcohol. My eyes kept playing over their feet and legs as they contorted into different positions while playing the game. Soon tiring of the juvenile game, Lisa suggested a more adult game. Both Carmen and I expected a drinking game so you can imagine the shock that registered on our faces when Lisa suggested Truth or Dare.
I was dumbfounded even more when Carmen, after her shock, excitedly agreed. I had played Truth or Dare as a kid and never with my sisters. My mind reeled at what was happening. Even though I never expected anything sexual to happen, I agreed knowing that I would learn a few secrets about my sisters. Lisa went first since she had come up with the idea and Carmen was her first victim. Carmen picked truth, of course, and was asked about the state of her virginity.
"I lost my virginity at 16 with Buck McClintock," she stated. That revelation floored me as I had went to school with his older brother and had never thought of Buck as grown up. Carmen picked Lisa next and the room got deathly quiet when Lisa picked a dare.
"O.K. Lisa," Carmen said, I want you to stand up and do a mock strip tease. Dance like you would if you were a stripper."
Lisa stood up and went to the stereo and put on a light jazz station. She started a slow bump and grind and slowly inched her mini up her butt. I saw with blurred vision that my sister wore a thong. She has a marvelous butt and I started to think of my sister in a whole new light. Lisa's next move was to proceed over to the recliner where I sat and started to dance exclusively for me. I enjoyed every minute of the three minute strip tease and secretly wished that she had went further than pulling up her skirt. Now it was Lisa's turn and she picked me.
With my heart racing and my palms becoming sweaty, I picked dare. I couldn't let my sisters think of me as chicken. Lisa floored me with her request.
"Drew," Lisa said, "after dancing all night, my feet hurt really bad and I'm sure Carmen's do too. I want you to come over here and give us both a relaxing foot massage."
It seemed like such a simple request as I sat on the floor at their feet and took Lisa's feet into my hands. Carmen placed her feet on my lap to await her turn and her feet were inches from my dick. I kept telling myself that these were my sisters as I began to rub their feet. I alternated between the girls and culd tell they were enjoying themselves by the moans coming from their throats. After a few minutes, Lisa happened to brush her foot across my crotch. I panicked, knowing that she felt my erection. No reaction from her after a while led me to believe that she had missed my obvious excitement.
"We can continue the game while Drew rubs our feet, can't we?" Carmen asked.
"Of course we can," Lisa said, "in fact it's Drew's turn."
"Carmen," I said, "truth or dare?"
"Dare," she stated with a challenging look on her face. I stepped up to the challenge by daring her to remove her top and bra for the remainder of the game. Lisa didn't bat an eye as she removed both items. Carmen giggled at our bravado and my penis stirred in my pants once more. Lisa was now up and I worried about any revenge she might extract for my last dare. My worry was misplaced as Lisa now challenged Carmen.
"Dare," Carmen said huskily and I wondered if the alcohol was getting to her.
"I want you to take off all your clothes and leave them off for the rest of the game," Lisa said. Suddenly the stakes went higher and I wanted to call off the game. I didn't though because I knew that we would not go far. After all we were related!
Carmen stood up and removed her silk skirt first and Lisa and I realized that Carmen wasn't wearing any panties. She swayed seductively in front of me an I stared at her pussy blatantly. Her lips were puffy and she had no hair on her pussy at all. I became even more aroused as she removed her top and bra. Her breasts were on the small side, I would guess a 32-B, and were slightly upturned. Her nipples were bright pink and erect either from the excitement of what we were doing or the cool air circulating in the apartment. She sat back down and replaced her feet in my lap and I continued giving her the foot massage. Every time I rubbed her arch, she would moan appreciatively. It was now Carmen's turn and she was the only one naked. I could just imagine the damage she was about to inflict on her sister or me.
"Drew," Carmen barely spoke, "truth or dare?"
"Dare," I challenged. This could get real interesting real quick.
"I want you to continue with the wonderful foot massage you have been giving us," she stated.
Well this seemed like I was getting off easy, until she added a stipulation.
"You have to continue the foot massage, but you can't use your hands. I want you to massage our feet with your tongue," she stated. Lisa almost spit out the vodka and orange juice she had just sipped, and then burst out laughing. I was shocked, to say the least and was worried that my sister knew about my foot fetish.
"What a wonderful idea sis," Lisa said, "by the way he's been checking out our tootsies, I'll bet he's going to love this."