I'm his Big Booty Julie ((PM please))

[Brigitte92]

I'm his Big Booty Julie ((Closed!))

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Name: Julie Amora
Age: 22
Height: 5`8
Cup size: 38DD
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"You promised WHAT?" I cried out to my younger brother, David, who stood there dumfounded at me expressing anger. He was no coward but god damn it, when I was angry I could scare nearly anyone.

"Come on Julie...what else can I do?" my brother said with practically puppy dog eyes; you know, the kind of pleading eyes that only a heartless monster could ignore. Still, I was determined to not be swayed so easy.

You see, the situation that happened was that my eighteen year old brother was playing card games with some friends at school. Now, for this to make any sense, please know that while I was a successful entrepreneur who could network with any crowd, my brother was...not exactly the most social type. So when one of the most popular kids in his senior year of high school, Jonas Mills, showed up he caved to peer pressure. The bet being that if he'd win the round of poker, that he'd be invited to one of the biggest homecoming parties ever. If he lost, well...it'd be $10,000. Needless to say that my lil bro didn't have that kind of cash...

A compromise was made that I was supposed to go to the party with him. Why? Because I was a hottie. I mean, how else was this reckless eighteen year old get to socialize with a celebrity like me?

I sighed and admitted defeat. "Fine, I'll go."

David practically cheered and said "Thank you!!! I owe you big time."

With my arms crossed, I responded "Uhuh."

That's when on his way to his room, David said "Oh and Jonas will be texting you the address. Good night!" before I ran after him in anger, because that fucking twerp gave my cell phone number to some stupid teenager.

"MOM HELP!" he yelled out teasingly before slamming the door in front of me and promptly locking it. I slammed my fist against the door before heading over to my room.


...

It was about 11:30 PM when my phone lit up next to me, waking me with a bright blue light. I reached out to it, and to my surprise it was Jonas. A text at this hour, with an attached image?

"Hey Julie, I know it's late but David told me the good news. I'll see you tomorrow at 8 PM. The address is 3844 Brooklyn Road. Oh and if you can show off that big booty of yours, that'd be great. Personally, I love that last outfit you used in your photoshoot "

The attached image being...

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... This kid was crazy if he thought that I'd wear that.

I texted him back:

"lol no way that I'll be wearing that. But I'll be there! Good night Jonas "

Lord knows that I needed the sleep.

 

[Bevatoria]

"lol no way that I'll be wearing that. But I'll be there! Good night Jonas "

Even though that was the answer I'd been expecting - no, it was far better then the answer I'd been expecting - I let a sigh out in disappointment, shaking my head with a smirk as if Julie could see me. I figured I didn't have anything to lose by asking, given that I'd already secured her attendance at the bash I'd been planning for tomorrow night. After all, I was Jonas Mills, and I could get any girl I wanted. Maybe not, but believing it made it halfway true.

I mean, you're a model. Surely you wouldn't mind showing off a bit, right? I teased, knowing that another text or two wouldn't hurt now. There was some science or something that looking at screens made it harder to get to sleep. Maybe you're afraid to show a little skin around some high school hotties... The statement itself wasn't all that misleading; high school girls (or at least the ones I hung out with) did tend to dress like sluts, but none of them would be parading around in a bikini and heels like Julie was in that shot I'd sent her. My cock tented at the thought of showing her off like that, but I also knew that this would be one step at a time.

The hard part was already done - taking advantage of her stupid little brother to get her to my place. Less then twenty four hours from now, she'd be inside my walls (well, my parents', but they were away on vacation), and before the end of the night I wanted to get inside hers, and tape it for all to see.

Did I mention the 'surveillance' cameras set up around my house? Especially the multiple ones in the bedroom where I planned to have her in. They'd make useful material for later, once I 'convinced' Julie she had to pay back her brother's debt with that hot little body of hers. If my friends got to see it along the way, all the better.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

 

[Brigitte92]

I groaned as I tossed my head - the same blue light from earlier shining right next to my face. With great effort I picked up my phone and saw the text message he left me:

I mean, you're a model. Surely you wouldn't mind showing off a bit, right?

I rolled my eyes and began typing a response. But as I was typing slowly on my phone (I mean, cut me some slack, I was sleepy!) I got another:

Maybe you're afraid to show a little skin around some high school hotties...

I literally laughed out loud at the thought, before I finished my response: "No. Way. In. Hell. But nice try kid. Nothing to do with being a model. I'm my own boss and as my own boss, I'm telling you that there's no amount of money you could pay me to do that. But hey, again, nice try Good night Jonas. "

I placed my phone away - this time, turning it over just in case he'd text me back. As I drifted off to sleep, I wonder how my brother was doing. He legitimately wanted to go, but I can't imagine he wanted his older sister to be around, watching his back. I didn't want to seem like a babysitter or anything but it couldn't be helped.

---

The following day, I went about my routine as usual. I woke up, took a shower, did my make up and the like. Before I knew it, it was 7 PM and I had to get David ready for our little trip. He really didn't want to go in the same car as me, so he went out the door when I wasn't looking.

Needless to say, I was pissed off. He had a debt to pay and risked ruining it all; besides, it wasn't as if I wanted to go.

I texted Jonas as I made my way to the car:

"Is it cool that David goes to the party before me? He doesn't want to go with his big sis. Btw, I should be there in fifteen"

As for my attire, well it wasn't what Jonas was expecting. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't wearing a grandma dress or anything (In fact, the tight shirt and jeans hugged my curves a lot; I was also wearing sandals, which showed off my pink colored nails), but it wasn't what he was hoping for, in his horny eighteen year old mind.

 

[Bevatoria]

"No. Way. In. Hell. But nice try kid. Nothing to do with being a model. I'm my own boss and as my own boss, I'm telling you that there's no amount of money you could pay me to do that. But hey, again, nice try Good night Jonas. "

Hmmph. I gave a laugh, grateful she seemed to see it as harmless teasing. Which it was, at the surface. I was just another horny, hormone driven high school kid, right? A harmless friend of her brother's. Just another guy. Not the school's biggest womanizer, not someone who'd been lusting after her through her modelling photos since she'd started as an amateur. No, I was just another guy who wanted to see her model live what she'd done over the web and in various magazines. No big deal.

So why didn't I keep a smaller profile? Just invite her over expecting nothing? While I figured she'd be overconfident, I also had to stay true to myself. Obnoxious, cocky, and sure that I would get what I wanted.

Which included her.

***************

It was about eight o'clock when I got her message. Folks had already started arriving in anticipation of the night to come. I hadn't seen David or Julie just yet, but I was about to get an answer to that as I saw David walking up the front steps. Our house was pretty damn big, and between our large driveway and the room on the street, there were a lot of folks hefting it here. I gave him a frown, but then my phone buzzed.

"Is it cool that David goes to the party before me? He doesn't want to go with his big sis. Btw, I should be there in fifteen"

Works for me. My frown changed to a smile, and I gave David a hearty greeting, still trying to play the noble host. Already we had a bunch of people; high schoolers looking to let loose. As long as nobody wrecked anything permenantly, I'd live with it.

As long as I got her. About fifteen minutes passed, and I was hitting on a blonde in a tight green tube dress and little else when I caught a familiar sight walking up out of the corner of my eye...but I didn't leave her just yet. Julie could some say hi to me if she really wanted.

It was all a control game, and making her come to me was just the start.

 

[Brigitte92]

*KNOCK KNOCK*​

I knocked on the door three more times and there was no answer. In retrospect, it was a little dumb; I could hear the loud music from outside. Hell, I could feel it, what with the tremendous treble and bass. Needless to say, after five minutes of looking like a complete moron, I simple opened the door and went inside and my god, why on earth would David want to come here?

It was one of those stereotypical parties - I could smell all the cigarette smoke and alcohol in the air as I walked in. I got quite a few looks...I mean, I was a god damn model in a house filled with eighteen year old high school seniors (with the odd exception of the one or two college freshmen, what with the college t-shirts I've seen a few wear).

Jonas was somewhere in the corner, talking to some blonde. Good, I figured, it meant that I could do whatever I wanted and not have to deal with this kid.

...

It didn't take too long before I found out that I had absolutely no one to talk to. Don't get me wrong, I was getting a few cheesy pick-up lines here and there, along with countless guys checking me out, but I wasn't here to get hit on. Hell, I thought about straight-up leaving but I didn't know if I could. I swear, I felt trapped.

So, after twenty minutes of so, I actually went up to Jonas (who was still with that blonde in the skin tight dress) and waved hi. "Hey Jonas! Thanks for inviting me."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Hey Jonas! Thanks for inviting me."

Well, she'd certainly taken her time making an appearance, but I smiled, tilting my head at her politeness in saying so. "Hi Julie. I'm glad you came." My eyes gave her outfit an appraising once over. Certainly one that flattered her busty figure, but not one that showed a lot of skin. Still, she was obviously someone who dressed with a purpose, and I could guess what that purpose was as the blonde 'excused' herself to let us talk. "Did you find the place okay?" I teased. There was only about a dozen vehicles parked near the house with the loud music and shouting going on, and it would only get wilder as the evening went on.

"I could show you around, if you wanted, or grab you a drink.." I'd already helped myself to a beer, but there was rum, whisky, and whatever other bottles that had gotten smuggled in in order to liven things up. "Whatever you want to make yourself feel comfortable around her brother's friends." What? It was true. I wanted her to feel comfortable. She didn't have to know that not many of his friends were here, or as desperate as he was to ingratiate himself to the more popular crowd.

As we made our way further in, I couldn't resist letting my hand wander down and 'accidentally' rub up against her booty. One I was planning to see a lot more of later, but it was so crowded in some spots that I pretended it was accidental, not paying it any mind.

 

[Brigitte92]

I hate to admit it, but Jonas was a lot more mature and polite in person than I would have guessed. In fact, he was so mature that I gave myself the chance to eye him a bit - he looked a bit older than eighteen, what with his posture and all. He stood tall, around 5'11 or 6'1 if I had to guessed. His face was clean shaven and honestly, he was pretty handsome.

Well...uh, for the other eighteen year olds, I guess.

...

Okay, he was hot. Whatever.

Anyway, I snapped out of my thoughts and listened attentively as he spoke: "I could show you around, if you wanted, or grab you a drink..Whatever you want to make yourself feel comfortable around her brother's friends."

That was nice of him. Truth be told, I wanted to take a drink earlier, but didn't want to presumptuous and open the fridge as if it was my own kitchen. That being said, I nodded and answered "I could go for a drink, if that's okay. Maybe a beer?"

He led the way, as we walked side by side the crowded hallway. I could see the stares and practically hear the gossip coming out of some of the party goers, but I paid it no mind. Jonas, however, looked like he enjoyed the attention and guided me with his hand on my lower back. I wasn't about to complain and object - after all, it wasn't that big of a deal.

...Even if his hand occasionally slipping on my ass.

 

[Bevatoria]

"Whatever the lady wants." I said back, bowing my head theactrically. I was in a dark grey shirt and cargo shorts, but I could see her eying me up. I was on the basketball team and ran and lifted weights like any overactive high schooler would do. Plus, that means I'd see the ladies in their cute little gym outfits, although they wouldn't have anything on Julie here if she was in a sports bra and tight shorts...

Where was I? Oh yeah. I wound my way through the crowd to grab a beer, popping off the cap as I handed the bottle to her. "Cheers." I clinked my bottle against hers and took as wig. "So, I'm sure you must be more used to wild and crazy college parties by now...surely something like this must bore you." I arched my eyebrows at her and gave her a mischievous look.

"We might not be as wild as those wild fraternity bashes you've probably gone to, but with your help I'm sure we can make this a memorable night for everyone attending..." Including her little brother, unaware elsewhere in the house of how I planned to use and humiliate his hot, older sister.

"I can show you the pool table downstairs, if you play..."

 

[Brigitte92]

"Cheers."
"Cheers."

*CLINK*

We drank from our beer bottles and suddenly this party felt more natural to me (of course, I mean that in the sense that I felt more like a part of the party, instead of sticking out like a sore thumb). I eyed Jonas curiously, as he asked with a mischievous look:

"So, I'm sure you must be more used to wild and crazy college parties by now...surely something like this must bore you."

Yeah, I know, he was trying to get some wild sexy story about a college party I went to. Maybe he wants to know how wild I got with someone at a party. Well, maybe I didn't have such a story.

...Wow, I really didn't live up to the social image of a model.

"We might not be as wild as those wild fraternity bashes you've probably gone to, but with your help I'm sure we can make this a memorable night for everyone attending..."

I raised an eyebrow along with a smile, as I admitted "It shouldn't be hard to beat. I wasn't exactly a party college girl to begin with"; most likely shattering any hope that I would get 'wild' at this party as well.

"I can show you the pool table downstairs, if you play..."

Pool table? Well, it sure would beat this crowded kitchen. "I can handle myself at pool." I said with a bit of a grin. "You know what? Let's play."

 

[Bevatoria]

"I can handle myself at pool." Her grin as she spoke was intoxicating enough that I smiled back. "You know what? Let's play." I put my hand on her back again - feeling the line of bare skin between her shirt and jeans - motioning forward like the galant gentleman I wasn't, as if us going to the basement and playing was a foregone conclusion. It looked like someone had tried to play earlier and left the balls out, so I racked them as I looked at her.

"We can play, but I don't like playing games for nothing, as your brother might have told you." The barb was intended, hopefully making her want to win something back for her family, and maybe hurt her pride just a bit, too. But I kept the easy smile on my face, as if this was no big deal to me. "We can start off with small stakes - I don't want to make you pay money, so let me think..." I had the balls racked and set up, as I went for a couple of cues.

"You can decide what I do for when you win...I mean, if you win. Surely, a college student can beat some lowly high school jock at pool..." I motioned to let her shoot first. "If I win, I get to kiss you. Sound fair?" There weren't many people down here just yet, although a couple of guys were settling in to watch us play...okay, gawk at her play. Whatever worked.

 

[Brigitte92]

"We can play, but I don't like playing games for nothing, as your brother might have told you."

Ugh, that's true. I mean, I should have guessed that when he invited me to play pool that there would some sort of wager involved. Hell, I feel as if he said that to get some sort of reaction out of me...but I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. So, I eyed him curiously as he prepared the game...

"We can start off with small stakes - I don't want to make you pay money, so let me think...You can decide what I do for when you win...I mean, if you win. Surely, a college student can beat some lowly high school jock at pool..."

I picked up the cue stick without saying so much of a word. I just stood there and watched my surroundings and saw that we were being watched. Of course, I gave them an angry glare and most of them backed off immediately.

"If I win, I get to kiss you. Sound fair?"

I eyed him with an expression of shock. "Kiss me? Woah uh...okay." I then said with a slight chuckle. "What kind of kiss are we talking about here? I need to base my stakes on that you know."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Kiss me? Woah uh...okay. What kind of kiss are we talking about here? I need to base my stakes on that you know." She chuckled. It seemed to make her nervous, for obvious reasons - four years younger or not, I was still taller and stronger then she was. Still, I shrugged, laughing myself.

"What kind of kiss? I asked. "C'mon, what are we, elementary kids playing spin the bottle? Still, I knew I was pushing pretty hard, so I decided to 'compromise'. "On the lips, one second for each ball I win over you by." Still, I had to up the ante somehow. "Ten seconds if you don't sink any or you scratch on the eight ball." I looked at her, deciding maybe a bit of a push might do it.

"You can get me to do something equally embarrassing...assuming you win, anyways."

 

[Brigitte92]

Well, he suddenly got more adamant about it. I even felt a little embarrassed over asking the damn question. With a smile, I came up with my wager:

"Okay, you're on. If I win, I want you to...cut David's debt in half. Sounds fair, right?" I asked, as I began to lean over the table to take my shot. "I call stripes" I spoke, as I barely even listen to Jonas' response and take my shot - the cue ball darting straight ahead and knocking the billiard balls all over table. Thankfully, I knock over two of the solids.

I stand up straight and give Jonas a confidence smile. "What? I hope I'm not scaring you."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Okay, you're on. If I win, I want you to...cut David's debt in half. Sounds fair, right?" She leaned over the table, a seemingly obvious attempt to get me to look down her shirt...which I did...but I paused in thought. That wasn't even near a fair trade for one little kiss. On the other hand, I was a pool shark, and even if she played at every frat party she went to, I was sure I had an advantage. "I call stripes"

Besides, this was why I got her brother under my thumb in the first place. To get her here...and so I hatched a plan. Not the worst plan I'd ever come up with, but that probably said more about the quality of my plans then anything. She sunk two balls quickly, and gave me a quick smirk.

"What? I hope I'm not scaring you."

I nodded back at her. "We'll see." I sank three, but soon after that I went on a 'cold streak', and after some shots back and forth - me missing a few close ones - I had two balls left up when she sunk the eight ball.

"Hmm." I frowned. "Well, fair's fair." I gave her a gracious look, inclining my head. "Your brother owes me five thousand now. Want to play again? I sounded frustrated, as if I wanted to make up my losses, quickly racking up the balls from the pockets. "This time, I get to kiss you for thirtyseconds if I win...and I get to grope your ass while I do it." I gave her a leer. "Assuming you want to push your luck, anyways...you effectively just won five thousand from me, right?"

 

[Brigitte92]

"We'll see."

The look on his face was priceless! It looked to me that he was deep in thought - obviously, nervous from my skill. "That's right, Jonas" I thought to myself mischievously "I'm not some stupid high school senior. I can beat you pretty easily." And easy it was - it didn't take too long before I sunk the eight ball. I stood up and grinned in triumph.

"Hmm. Well, fair's fair. Your brother owes me five thousand now. Want to play again?

"You bet, grumpy." I said, my grin always on my face. I polished the tip of the cue stick, giving them the opportunity to claim his wager.

"This time, I get to kiss you for thirty seconds if I win...and I get to grope your ass while I do it."

Woah, what?

"Assuming you want to push your luck, anyways...you effectively just won five thousand from me, right?"

I gave it a bit more thought...

I mean, a thirty second kiss? While he groped my ass? God knows if he meant over my jeans or in my jeans. I shuttered at the thought of having a makeout session with my brother's friend. But then again...I could help my brother even more.

"You're on." I said defiantly.

...

It didn't occur to me, until maybe two minutes later, that maybe I was being hustled. You know, when someone fakes being bad at a game for one round to lure you in a false sense of security?

The game started off okay - I sank two solids and thought that I had it in the bag. But then...

One. Two. Three. Four...

Five. Six.

He sank six balls one after the other.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud in horror as I was being demolished. In my fear, I knocked the black ball down; automatically making me lose the match. I stood here, completely dumfounded as Jonas approached me.

 

[Bevatoria]

I kept on shaking my head and giving mock 'wows' as the balls went in, as if I was somewhat amazed that I was making the shots. Truth be told, I had it set up from the beginning; my first shot playing right into the next one. I had a feeling she wasn't totally buying it, but it didn't *really* matter as I had what I wanted.

Well, not really. But I was about to enjoy my win. Albeit much sooner then I expected when poor Julie, in her eagerness to make up her deficit, was about to make a horrible mistake. "What the fuck?" She said after I finally missed one, lining up her shot, not seeing what I saw...and a moment later, the white ball careened off the side, hitting the eight ball at just the right angle and-

Scratch. I win.

I shrugged, putting my cue down. "Tough loss, Jules. But time to collect my prize." I said with a smirk. I let the moment hang in the air for a second, looking down at her beautiful busty body before I pulled her into me for a harsh, demanding kiss. One hand stayed firmly planted on the back of her head, bending her over while my other hand went to cup her big, tight ass. Her cheeks were so firm and soft; I wasn't really counting my time.

With a smile, I gave her ass a bit of a slap as I kept devouring her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth....was it thirty seconds yet? Maybe.

 

[Brigitte92]

...

"Tough loss, Jules. But time to collect my prize."

For a moment, I stood there and eyed him in sheer nervousness - I actually was going to have to kiss this asshole? He looked me - or more specifically, my body, before suddenly and swiftly pulling me into one rough kiss. "Mmph" I protested as he yanked my body even closer...but especially when he forced me to bend over, and even more so when I felt his hand roughly grab my plump butt.

Five seconds...

"Mmphhh..." I protested again, as I felt him give my ass a light slap - granting him, inadvertently, room to shove his tongue in my mouth. A light gasp, muffled by our tongues colliding, escaped my lips as I found my back being pinned against the pool table.

Seven seconds...?

My hands went to his shoulders, trying to pry him off me. But it hasn't been...thirty seconds yet right?

...

Wait was I beginning to enjoy this?

 

[Bevatoria]

I was feeling her push back into me, not entirely out of resistance with the half hearted pushing her hands were doing into my strong shoulders. But her tongue was dueling with mine inside her mouth, and I wanted to do more then just feel her up a bit. If she was going to let me push it, I was going to test her limits as far as I possibly could; a preparation for what was coming for her later.

While continuing to taste her sweet lips, my hand left her butt temporarily only to push inside of her tight jeans; the material trapping my hand between it and her panty clad backside. I pushed down as far as I could, squeezing the thin material of her panties and feeling the heat of her skin as I molested her butt under her pants. "Mmmm." I moaned, breaking away only to clamp my mouth back on to hers before she could protest.

But she had assets other then her fine rear, and my other hand was sampling those, squeezing one of her large tits over her shirt, roughly palming the mound for a moment. I was feeling her up in two spots, and it was about at the thirty five second mark where I pushed my hand under her shirt, intending to feel her large tits covered by only her bra...

 

[Brigitte92]

...

Did his hand just got inside my pants?

"Mmm" I softly moaned, feeling the rough skin of his hand reach down and grab hold (or at least as much as he could) one of my plump cheeks. His fingers traced on the pink cotton panties that I was wearing (though I don't think he could, or had, seen my panties). He sure was enjoying himself doing so; what with the moan that he led out too.

I had to force myself to protest once his mouth clamped on mine.

Our tongues twirling around each other's, I was lost in the kiss until I felt his free hand grab and one of my tits over my shirt.

"Oooh..." I softly moaned before we kissed again.

I don't know what happened - maybe the kiss was that good, but I actually pushed my chest towards his hand once it went in my shirt. Just like that, his hand was over one of my DD breasts, covered only by my bra.

I felt feverish. I felt so hot and god damn it, as much as I hate to admit it, I wanted his hands to play with my body more but...This was wrong. So fucking hard.

Come on...Julie, snap out of it...

I quickly broke out of the kiss - almost hesitantly, before I said softly "Time's up, jerk."

 

[Bevatoria]

"Oooh..."

Her moan made me insatiable and I pushed harder into her; my hands grasping more desperately at her shapely ass and big tits. I felt her pushed back into me as I felt her under her shirt, and I was about to go for the button and zipper on her pants, to push this way beyond a kiss when-

"Time's up, jerk."

I pulled my hands out as my lips lingered on hers, pretending not have heard her as I stepped back, a triumphant smirk on my face. "If you say so." I could tell she enjoyed it, and watched her breathe heavily before I gave her the space she needed. "Well, we can stop here, if you're tired of losing..." Sure, it was 1-1, but I'd gotten the better end of that deal, walking around the table slowly, sure of myself. "...or you can get your brother out of his debt."

I looked at her squarely. "If you win, I'll owe him ten thousand." That was a fifteen thousand dollar swing, and I was pretty sure she couldn't resist, even after I told her what I had in mind. "But if I win...." I started, pretending to think even if I'd already made up my mind.

"...then you change into the outfit I asked you to wear last night." I gave her a bit of a smile. "It's upstairs, waiting for you to fill it out and show it off on that hot body of yours..." I shrugged. "Doubt you'll take the chance, though."

 

[Brigitte92]

A soft, wet noise escape as our lips parted from each other's. He smirked, watching me breathe heavily for a moment before saying, as walked around the pool table (giving me some more time to breathe and, well, think):

"If you say so. Well, we can stop here, if you're tired of losing..."

Which honestly didn't sound so bad.

"...or you can get your brother out of his debt."

But that sounded even better. I would give me the chance to get rid of that stupid smug smirk on his face. I eyed him curiously as I nodded, as if to tell him to continue.

"If you win, I'll owe him ten thousand. But if I win...."
"But if you win...?" I asked, almost certain that I wasn't going to like this wager...
"...then you change into the outfit I asked you to wear last night."

He couldn't be serious. I told him yesterday that there was no way in hell that I would even consider wearing that in front of him. I told him that there was no amount of money in the world that could get me to do that. I told him...

"It's upstairs, waiting for you to fill it out and show it off on that hot body of yours...Doubt you'll take the chance, though."

He did it again - he gave me that holier than thou smile of his. Enraged of his demeanor and of our kiss, which ended mere minutes ago, I considered it. "The same outfit? Heels and all? You just happen to have that laying around?"

I took a few more seconds to recollect my thoughts and feel if it was worth the risk. Finally, I caved in and said "Deal - but only if on top of that, if I win, you tell David that he's the man. In front of all your friends."

He agreed. Game on.

...

The game was much more intense than last time. For one, I manage to start off the game by taking down four stripped balls right off the bat. I could see the anxiety in Jonas - for real, this time. He managed to tie the score with me, getting four solids. I got another three and then, so did he.

We were on equal terms and all either one of us had to do was hit the damn eight ball.

It was my turn and I carefully aimed the cue stick. I leaned over and judged the best trajectory. But once again, much like during our second game, I felt the pressure.

Namely, having to wear that skimpy two piece outfit that Jonas loved so much. Wear that...revealing attire with those 'fuck me' heels. The very idea of wearing that here, with all these horny ass guys, in the same party my brother was at, got to me. Having to wear an outfit that this manipulative jerk probably fantasized about...

I choked under pressure.

I hit the eight ball, yes, but I barely moved it at all. In fact, I seemed to have made things easier for Jonas...who was giving me that same smirk from earlier.

My heart was pounding as he aimed his cue stick...

 

[Bevatoria]

"The same outfit? Heels and all? You just happen to have that laying around?"

Well, if by 'have it laying around' she meant I bought it for her for tonight. I wasn't as loaded as many people thought, but the prospect of showing off my ownership of this hottie in this way was too enticing to pass up. So I nodded, letting her think before she continued.

"Deal - but only if on top of that, if I win, you tell David that he's the man. In front of all your friends."

If anything, that would be worse then coming up with the ten g's...but I smiled, and nodded. The game was on, and my focus sharpened. Unfortunately, hers did as well, and I had to make a couple of touch shots just to to tie it at four. Still, even as I got all mine down first, I didn't have a great shot at the eight ball. She did, and leaned over the ball. I leaned in, preparing to 'distract' her, but she flubbed the shot before I could, leaving me with an easy make. I decided I'd enjoy it, studying the angles before I spoke to her. "Can't wait to see you strut that spankable ass of yours in front of all the guys." I paused. "And your big tits, too."

With careful aim, I took my shot, and the eight ball went straight into the corner pocket, and I stood up triumphantly. "I win..." I gave her a leering, laviscious look, eagerly anticipating how she'd look in the flesh in her skimpy outfit. "Care to change in an upstairs bathroom for some privacy? I'll can grab your new 'outfit'."

 

[Brigitte92]

"Can't wait to see you strut that spankable ass of yours in front of all the guys. And your big tits, too."

I don't think Jonas understood how those words scared the ever loving god out of me. I practically prayed in my head that somehow, he'd miss that easy shot. I hoped, and hoped, with all my fucking might...

"I win... Care to change in an upstairs bathroom for some privacy? I'll can grab your new 'outfit'."

I stood there wordlessly before I nodded. "I'll change but is there another room I could change in? I mean, going upstairs to change?"

Whether there was another room or Jonas just wanted me to suffer a little bit, I'll never known. The fact is that I made my way upstairs with Jonas not too far off behind me. I went into the bathroom and waited for that damn outfit...

Oh god, what have I done...

 

[Bevatoria]

With as crowded as the house was, folks still knew better then to go into my parents' room. Their bathroom was accessible from two sides, but since their room was locked, there was only one way in. It was that room Julie was waiting in as I stood outside the door, deciding to have some fun with her before she got to change into the skimpy outfit she'd be wearing for at least part of the rest of the night. With a knock on the door, I announced my presence.

"I've got your bikini and heels, Julie." I said quickly. "But first, you have to hand me everything you're wearing before I give them to you." Sure, I might've 'left' that part out of our deal, but imagining the look on her face as she listened to me was worth it. I wouldn't go in to peek, of course, but having her think about it was arousing enough as my manhood tented in my pants.

"C'mon, Julie. Don't stall. Take off all of your clothes and give them to me right now."

Even saying the words made me shiver.

 

[Brigitte92]

I sat there, my hands covering my face as I braced myself for some real humiliation. I tried to think of a way out of this mess but there didn't seem to be one; save for turning my brother's life into a living hell by running out. I was lost in these thoughts until I heard Jonas call from outside:

"I've got your bikini and heels, Julie."

Oh finally -

"But first, you have to hand me everything you're wearing before I give them to you."

What the fuck?

"You...You didn't tell me THAT!" I said out loud, in this secluded room (where thankfully I didn't have to worry about raising my voice). Hand everything to him? My pants, shirt, sandals...underwear? I wouldn't have on me my cell phone, wallet or anything?! The thought of it sent shivers down my spine; I'd be completely naked (well, not really but you get the idea).

"C'mon, Julie. Don't stall. Take off all of your clothes and give them to me right now."

It's strange, but somehow his tone suddenly changing into more...authoritative got me to agree to this lunacy. I was caught off guard.

"F-Fine you asshole." I said quietly as I quickly undressed myself. I piled my jeans, shirt....then my pink bra and panties and then, finally my sandals. I covered myself up with my left arm and quickly shoved all my belongs through the open crack of the door (I was well hidden on the other side).

Crossing my legs and holding my breasts together with my left arm, my right hand reached out as I said "Please give me my outfit, Jonas."