Bible Belt Blues

This story includes explicit depictions of bisexual acts between pre-teen and young teen boys and girls (b/g, b/b and g/g) as they discover their sexuality in a difficult and abusive environment. If you are underage or it is illegal to view this for any reason, consider yourself warned. If you find this type of material offensive, please read no further.

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Bible Belt Blues

Chapter 14 - Truth or Dare

After school on the Monday, I met Ginny outside of Pritchard's class.

“Don't talk here. Follow behind me about half a block away,” warned Ginny quietly. I nodded.

I had already told Ma I would be home late. Pa would not be home until after work, so the risk of being caught was low.

After following Ginny for about 20 minutes, we were well into another part of town I had not really explored much. There were two schools in our town and this was definitely not our school's patch. I hoped we would not meet any of the schoolyard bullies from the other school.

Eventually, Ginny stopped outside a smallish house and waited for me to catch up. “Let me do the introductions first, Brandon,” she said. “Stay here. Oh, by the way, her folks are out of town for the afternoon with her younger brother at an inter-school baseball game and are only back tonight so we won't be interrupted.” With that, she knocked on the door and went inside.

I stayed on the path leading to the front door, feeling like a spare part for what seemed like forever. Eventually, Ginny came out and motioned me inside. The house was small but neat. A girl came in from the kitchen. She was lanky, short dark brown hair, a delicate nose and mouth and hazel eyes. She looked to be a couple of years older than me at 14.

“Brandon, this is Veronica. Veronica, this is Brandon,” said Ginny, doing the introductions.

I could feel my face flushing and I could see her blush too. We shook hands half-heartedly both staring at the floor.

“Oh, I can see this is going to be a blast!” exclaimed Ginny sarcastically. “Come on people, this is not a funeral. Ok, I think we need an intervention. Veronica, have you got a set of cards?”

Veronica nodded and vanished into the hallway. She returned a minute later with a moth-eaten deck of playing cards. Ginny started a game of 3-way strip poker.

“We don't have to sit on the floor,” said Veronica. She motioned for me to help her. She ripped the cushions from a nearby sofa. I thought she was going to hand them around, but then she just tossed them aside. Then I saw that it was a double sofa-bed. I helped her to open it up. There was already a sheet on the mattress. We each sat on one of the available edges of the bed.

“Right, listen up. This is a one-time thing. You each go to different schools, have different friends and don't normally hang out together. That's good because what happens here with you two stays with our little group here. No blabbing, no gossiping, no crowing. Got it?” commanded Ginny. Veronica and I nodded.

I was the first to lose a piece of clothing and also the first to lose all of my clothes. Veronica was next. As luck would have it, Ginny got to keep her panties.

I noticed that Veronica had milky white skin everywhere. I could kind of make out a small patch of brown hair above her slit, but she was hiding her modesty using her legs.

“Well, boy and girl, it looks like you no longer have any clothes to lose,” said Ginny evilly. “Now we move onto a new game: truth or dare. By the way, I'm the referee and judge. I'm done playing. Since you lost your clothes first, Brandon, you have the honor of going first.”

“Dare!” I declared.

“Kiss Veronica on the cheek,” commanded Ginny. I did so. Veronica blushed when I did this.

“Veronica, truth or dare?” asked Ginny.

“Truth,” she said.

“What is your most secret desire?” asked Ginny.

Veronica sat for a long moment and then confessed, “To have my first sex with a cute virgin who can't make me pregnant.” She was beet red by now.

I just smiled sweetly at her at her confession. I chose truth for a change.

“Have you ever had sex before with a girl?” asked Ginny.

“No,” I replied. So far, so good, I thought.

“Dare!” declared Veronica.

“Kiss Brandon on the lips,” commanded Ginny.

Veronica approached me and planted a firm but brief kiss full on my lips.

“No, no, you're not kissing your brother, Veronica! Kiss like you mean it!” demanded Ginny.

Veronica leaned over again, held my chin and gave me a lingering and passionate kiss. I felt myself finally getting into this. I kissed back. We were locked like this for at least a couple of minutes. Eventually, Veronica broke the kiss.

I chose dare. “Kiss her nipples, Brandon,” commanded Ginny.

I looked at Veronica's breasts. They were not quite as developed as Ginny's, but they were not far off them either. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss onto the side of her breast.

“Jeez, you are such a bunch of retard noobs. Suck her nipples, Brandon!” commanded Ginny.

I scooted forward and carefully laid her down so Veronica was lying on her back. I moved in and started to treat her nipple as if it were the head of a dick. I swirled my tongue around it and then sucked at it. It had no flavor, just like sucking your thumb. Veronica gasped.

I took my left hand and played with her other nipple at the same time as sucking the first one, gently massaging it between thumb and forefinger. I kept doing this for about 5 minutes, swapping sides every couple of minutes. I found that squeezing her nipples harder between my fingers as we went along seemed to excite Veronica more and by the end, she had her eyes closed and was moaning softly. Ginny eventually stopped us.

Veronica chose truth. “Do you think Brandon here is cute?” asked Ginny.

“Yes, definitely! He is one of the cutest boys I've ever seen,” responded Veronica. We both blushed.

I also chose truth. “Can you shoot cum yet?” asked Ginny.

“No,” I confessed, blushing crimson this time.

Veronica chose dare. “Jerk Brandon off,” commanded Ginny.

Veronica looked like she had just been shot. Color drained from her face and she stared slack-jawed and wide-eyed at Ginny. “I'm not sure I can, Ginny.” Veronica confessed quietly.

“Why not?” asked Ginny.

“Well, I know I said I was ready, but this is all so freaky!” Veronica complained. I could see her tearing up.