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>> Another story by Amanda Serve
FEAR FACTOR
by Amanda Serve
PART ONE - FEAR FACTOR
My name was Ashley, and I guess it all started when in my senior year of high school, I had just turned Seventeen. My brother Eugene (who was fourteen at the time) and I had always had a sort of friendly competition between us, and mom and dad knew it. I should also say he preferred to be called “Gene”, and then recently “G”, but mainly his geeky friends at school called him that. Everyone in the family called him Eugene, probably led to his desire to earn respect, thinking back on it now.
Up till this point, there hadn’t been anything that wasn’t ‘normal’ about us. Our father was pretty strict, and our mom was the ‘nice’ one usually laughing and joking, but strict when she had to be. We had a younger sister named Kim who was about twelve or thirteen around back then. Let me also tell you that my parents were VERY cheap, and that’s important to know, because if they weren’t, I am not sure they would have tolerated some of our reasons we gave them for what was about to unfold… But more on that later.
Now I gotta give you a little history first. In the past we had made bets, or had little ‘blackmail’ games. Innocent stuff, honestly! It usually was something like if I found out something about Eugene, then he agreed to do my homework for a week, if he did about me (and that was rare, unless he made it up!) I did his chores for the week. Usually it was easy to do the few chores he had, then to press my luck with mom and dad, and since this was not something that happened that often, it was just part of growing up…and I tolerated his behavior. By the time he was fourteen we hadn’t done that in years, and about this point in his life I would have described him as a true computer geek and he still is to this day, but I guess he makes a good living at it, now.
Sometimes we even had contests while growing up, nothing really formal, I guess all brothers and sisters compete with each other. You know who could outrace the other, or out swim the other. The stakes weren’t very high, just maybe the winner got the others allowance (10-15 bucks) for a week or two. As Eugene started to get older he would try on really rare occasions to make the stakes sorta nasty. I never wanted to see Eugene naked or any of the things that went through his mind. I figured (wrongly) that he made up these stakes because like all boys his age he had boobs on the brain, and also because he knew that I would not take him seriously, but wanted to get a rise out of me. I did however sometimes want to get even or make him look like a dork just for asking me such nasty things. I just assumed this kind of talk was the normal talk a kid his age was going to say when no grown ups were around to spank his butt or wash his mouth out with soap.
I did actually take him up on a few of these contests when I was Fifteen, but I only did it when the stakes had nothing to do with being naked or any kind of real perversion. On the three occasions I played these games with him, the first one he lost and he had to eat like a giant tub of chocolate pudding, and his stomach got all bloated and puffy, and he had to go to the bathroom for like a week! I laughed and laughed about that, but that was as hard as it had gotten. I would have let him out of it if he had said he couldn’t hang with it, but he had insisted on eating till he face turned red. It was he who had suggested the stakes, and I think he had pretty much intended for me to be covered in the pudding by the end of eating it all. He kept saying something about “wearing it, if you can’t finish it”, but like many things Eugene did at this age, he hadn’t explained it very carefully, so to me, I didn’t really understand the game at all.
The second one I almost lost, it was a few months after the first bet, and it was to see how long you could stay under water. Well I am an expert swimmer. Eugene mistakenly believed that since he was a boy, that pretty much cancelled out the advantage I had from being older and practice I had working as a lifeguard at the YMCA for Pollywogs (10-12 year old swimmers). He was almost thirteen then, but even so he almost beat me. He had goaded me into playing the game, by telling me how certain he was that he could win, and how weak girls were.
I remember coming up out of the water gasping for air, and he was already up and he actually smiled even though he had lost. It was strange I thought, at the time I didn’t recognize the evil self-satisfied smirk that would become an almost trademark look for him, sort of a cross between the Cat that ate the tweety bird, and the look the devil gives you when you decide to pick up a golden fiddle, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, I think originally he had wanted the loser to get 20 swats with a wet towel or something. I told him I didn’t really want to do that to him, and had just taken the bet to prove to him that I could do anything he could do, only better. Some how he didn’t get the point. He stayed in the pool and practiced all day, but I never would do the competition with him again, I would just tell him that I already beat him, and there was no way he was going to get me to play again.
The third one was not any sort of competition, like I said we had a sort of a system of blackmail. Basically if you had something on the other person, whether it was cheating on a test, not really doing your chores or whatever, you would get them to clean up your stuff or do some thing for you in exchange for not telling mom and dad. I don’t know how we came up with this system, but ever since I can remember we had been doing it, it was really quite harmless. Well last summer, I had blackmail on Eugene, nothing serious. I didn’t have any homework for him to do (even though he was younger, he is very smart and gifted on the computer), and my chores were pretty much caught up. I had jokingly told him to go run in the sprinklers and dance around and pretend to be a Telletubby. I was really only kidding. He went ahead and did it, and looked pretty angry when he came back soaked! No one but me and a friend of mine Becky had seen him.
True to my word as I always am, I dropped the blackmail, I think it wasn’t much- I knew he had cheated on a test before school was out or something pretty weak that I probably would never have gone to mom and dad about anyway. I would have much rathered get my room cleaned up for a week. What was done was done, and had been forgotten by me. Apparently not by him, since he must have kept that particular day last summer vacation fresh in his mind, and burning for some sort of ‘revenge’, which was really unnecessary as far as I was concerned. I think it wounded his ego more when he found out after doing it that I had never been serious, and really didn’t even watch his dance. I think he would have rather at the very least heard I had been amused 100% by the site of him waddling around and clucking like a telletubby, saying he was “Tinky Winky”. In retrospect, I should have watched.
Anyway, I was starting to get more mature, and I never really had any interest in these games in the first place, I was just out growing them. Obviously Eugene being the middle child, and still not as mature, was wishing harder and harder he had some one to play them with. Kim was no fun, since she never did anything wrong and would tell mom and dad at the drop of the hat if she found anything out of place and I think his ego had been bruised sufficiently that he did not mention these bizarre bets or blackmail games until a year later…which is when this story really begins….
Mom and Dad allowed these stupid little games. They figured it was better to stay out of “normal sibling rivalry”. They had decency-none of what was done smacked of anything other than a little hazing-no perversion. Just so you know what I mean, I remember Dad telling me that this one-piece suit Gramma gave me when I was twelve, was way too small for me when I was fourteen. Not that I got off on looking daring, I just wore it so she wouldn’t be offended that year. So I know they were not total prudes, but they didn’t seem like swingers or anything. That’s why when we started talking about this idea last week I nearly laughed in Eugene’s face.
There was this ‘truth or dare’ game show or something like the “Real World” show that Eugene had seen mentioned on MTV. I guess it was supposed to combine all the elements of spring break type college co-ed’s shows with some daring contests, road rules/real world and apparently a little Celebrity Death Match to boot. It was going to be hosted by different celebritys- Kid Rock, Rob Zombie, Marylyn Manson, Jerry Springer had all been approached at some point and I knew when he described it to me that it sounded juvenile, and something I wasn’t interested in. It had not come out yet, but Eugene was always talking about the “UseGroup” or what was on the “fansite” on the web. Apparently, they were willing to pay the champions college tuitions to varying degree’s depending on how many shows and how far you could go, since they were aiming at getting legal-age college studs and beauties on their show.
He was convinced it would be really cool, and wanted me to play with him. The Game show sounded like a bunch of college hunks and plastic bimbo’s in swimtrunks or panties and bra’s eating gold fish or some of the other college initiation-type dares you see in those Frat-party movies like Revenge of the Nerds or Animal House. He had this foolish notion that I wanted to see him in his underwear. In a way I did, just so mom and dad would laugh at him, but I was kinda busy with leading a normal teenager life to think about what he was really trying to accomplish telling me about it. I told him so, and told him that I didn’t care what was at stake-I would go to college! Without going on that show. I certainly was not going to play some kind of living room version of the game with him, for no reason other than the sheer fun of it.
Well, I suppose I should mention that a week before he started asking me to play this game with him, I had caught Eugene peeking on me in the shower. I had always suspected him, but this time I had him red-handed. I had my towel wrapped around me,and I knew he had watched me, even do my business on the toilet from inside the walk-in closet. When I heard him in there, I was so pissed that I pushed the hamper infront of the closet and locked him in. That’s when I said that he would have to ‘do a lot of shit to get out of this one’. I don’t really curse unless I am very angry. Infact, I usually say “poot” or “doing my business” instead of going to the bathroom, an Ass is either “booty” (when I want to kid about the size of one, especially my own bubble butt), “rear”, bottom or heiney, and I have always called tits "boobs or boobies" had since I was very little. The term for Pussy was “Suzi”, which as you hear my story you will hear more and more of. It’s a word my mom had called it since I was little, Kim and Myself both used the word if necessary.
I was willing to drop the blackmail, once Eugene had agreed to do all my homework for a week. I really did not want to reveal to mom and dad that he had seen me naked, so I was glad he took my bluff and agreed to do what I said for that week. I had figured Eugene was kind of a mean person at hart, but one thing was he seemed committed that once he agreed to the punishment even though he could just stop doing it, he would continue to the end. I guess we almost both share that stubborn side, being Taurus’s.
He had done my chores, and my homework for a week, and had done an outstanding job. My room never looked better, even sprayed some kind of air freshener in there…organized my CD rack….called me ‘Mistress” when others weren’t around. I could tell he was sort of pissed about it, but I hadn’t required he do that last part. He just seemed to think it was included in the deal, and I had kinda liked it, so if he didn’t say it, I’d give him the ‘evil eye’, to subtly hint that he should. I think he even said it at the dinner table. Mom and Dad stopped eating and looked him and he covered by joking “You know, little miss priss, she is the mistress of all she surveys….” In a sarcastic tone. Nice save. I could tell his hart was racing, to see if they’d get mad or not. Keep in mind, I had not told him he had to call me “Mistress”, I think he secretly enjoyed making his week tougher on himself, than I wanted to be. Like practice, or something. I really did not give him the ‘satisfaction’ of being a very strict person, like I am sure he wanted to do if the roles had been reversed.
So after his week was up, and after he had mentioned for the hundredth time about this stupid game show, and I had told him for the hundredth time to stop knocking on my bedroom door to ask…He came in AGAIN and said that he had an offer I could not afford to refuse. This is something he said when he was about to say how he had some kind of blackmail on me, I wasn’t sure what the little devil could have had on me but I folded my arms, stopped doing my own homework and turned to listen.
Turns out, he didn’t have any blackmail. He began to outline how he was already signed up to play this game, that he had faked an ID, and could fake one for me if I wanted to go and play the game when it comes out in fall in MTV. I told him “No” ofcourse, but he hushed me and asked me to listen to him all the way out. Under normal circumstances, I would tell him what to do with his attitude and just where to put his “hush”, if you know what I mean, but I was bored so I listened.
He began to outline how if I would play the game with him every day for the next four weeks, not only would he give me a fake ID, but if mom and dad had no problem with us playing down stairs then he would agree to be my slave just like he had last week, for four more weeks.
I told him that I had not considered him a slave, and mockingly said “You were more like my little puppy…or a butler or something.” In my mind a slave was something like a field hand in the Civil War. I asked him why he wanted to do this game down stairs where mom and dad knew about it, why not in private?
“Well Sis that’s Simple.” He replied “There are several reasons, first of all, it’s not much of a practice if you don’t have an audience to watch you…I mean anyone can do something in the privacy of his own home, even if it’s gross..but now do it when you know strangers or people who know you are watching..adds some tension…” well that made sense, then he added “Plus, if we are going to do this, mom and dad have to know why, I mean it would be hard to keep the game a secret. I think they would receive it better if they just thought it was part of our little contests we always do…think about it Ashley, this game show is so perfect, we have been practicing our whole lives for it!”
I responded in a cool and calm way “You have been practicing, I have told you I just don’t want to play this game, it sounds crude, and degrading and demeaning..Especially to women. Any women who would appear on a show hosted by Kid Rock probably couldn’t do much with a college education unless it was to cosmetology school..”
He shook his head, “whatever…so will you do it?”
“No…geez, why don’t you understand?” I said.
I figured I had one sick, submissive little brother, who was really getting obsessed. I really almost kinda liked the idea so far atleast the part about him doing my home work. In a few months it would be the end of my senior year and I could use his help to pull up my GPA.
He started to leave rejected again, then I asked “So, what exactly is this game anyway?”
“Well!” He turned on his heel and came back in my room, and closed the door so Kim would not hear in her room. “I don’t know exactly how the format of the show will go, but I have pieced together how we would play, by talking with some of my buddies in the chatrooms.”
“Oh great, don’t tell me, I get naked and let you paddle me with a cactus?” I said mockingly.
“Have you been looking at my computer?” he said very seriously.
I thought he was joking, since I certainly was. I laughed at him, and he smiled that smirky smile of his.
“Well, actually the game is sort of like strip poker.. except poker is too complicated. The kid’s of today’s generation need more immediate gratification. You sit at the kitchen table on the stage, and play a sort of high card, each player takes one card. The high card wins!” He said this as if it must explain the entire game.
“Sounds pretty lame.” I responded dryly.
“No, no..there is more to it..” he clucked, now keep in mind the host will have already said what the stakes of the game is. If it’s clothing than it’s one article of clothing. At this point you don’t show your card, you can decide to discard it and draw again, however if you -Discard- and still lose, you will lose two pieces of clothes.” He said grinning as if this made it all that much more clever.
"Sounds pretty stupid, if the people will get naked anyway?.is that the idea? Just to hurry it up"?
"No, see the real fun is that at any time you can opt for dares?before or after you lose all your clothing that way some one who loses all their clothing can keep playing, and that way some one can choose to keep their bodies covered if they take a dare"? "You know the studio audience will see, but the veiwers will just get pixels over it. You can thank Tom Green and Road Rules for lowering their censors standards when they found out how nudity, even pixelated would boost their ratings, I won’t even go into that show ‘undressed’"
I hadn’t really watched many of the shows he was talking about. One thing was for sure, he was really empassioned by this idea. I decided to ask a question, thinking that I might as well be polite and listen, so that when I tell him no, he would think to stop asking me to play. “Oh, whats a dare?” I asked thinking this explanation was now getting complicated.
“Well the host will pick two dares for each person, and the loser of the hand has to choose one if they had selected dares. It’s very simple really…and in the home game, when me and you play, I’d announce the two dares for you, and you’d announce the two dares for me…I can give you a whole list of them I have already started to compile from my website…”
“No thanks really, I will pass…besides this sounds gross…”
"No, the gross part comes later..see those dares are pretty tame, stuff like singing karaoke to a song you don’t know the words to and trying to dance, or sitting in a dunking tank and letting your opponent take three shots to knock you in the water?might be some spanking, or naughty stuff?but you know sis, it’s MTV how far can they go on there"?
"Two words" I said "Tom" "Green".
He nodded his head, “Yes, he rocks…that time he ate worms on his show…..” he thought reverently about that, then said “well, anyway let’s say you lose the hand and don’t really want to pick one of the two dares, you can go “Double or Nothing”. Then the host will give you one much more severe dare, and you have to play high card again. The winner can’t discard, but the loser can..if the loser chose to discard, you know-drop the card they are showing and pick another, then if they lose its “Four to Nothing” and the host will announce a new even more severe punishment….” He stopped himself “well, punishments not the right word, I guess. I guess it’s still just a dare…a new dare, so you can go with the first card you drew and if you lose you do the double or nothing dare, if you choose to discard and lose you perform the hardest dare! If you should win, then you lose nothing, but neither does the other person….it’s really quite easy once you start playing.” All his talk about picking cards and showing and holding was making my head hurt, I wasn’t sure how many bimbo’s they got on the show would understand, but maybe that was the point.
“Let’s say, and I am not suggesting that I would, but let’s say your dream came true one day, and you got your wish, and I played this with you…just what do I have to do?”
His eyes gleamed with delight, as he rubbed his hands “Well, it’s really simple..you play five hands with me every day, twice on weekends for four weeks. You live with the dares..some of them won’t be dares, they will be rules that follow you from game to game…it will be up to you to make sure mom and dad think this is funny, and are mature about it..that’s why I need you to play, they would buy it if you told them it was for fun…but to make sure that you didn’t chicken out once we began, we’d also have a side bet…”
“This is I want to hear!” I said mockingly
“well, if you backed out of a dare, or decided to quit playing, or mom or dad stopped us from playing the full four weeks then you would have to agree to something for me…since I am agreeing to be your slave for four weeks..”
“Again, really not a slave…and besides, what if YOU backed out? Or got mom and dad to end it..I mean, you could act totally immature or ridiculous..”
"I hadn’t thought about that?? he said quietly".as if recalculating what he was about to say.
"well, we’d be on the honor system to make it through this?tell you what, whoever is responsible for the game ending early, or backs out has to pay?basically they have a garage sale with all their stuff marked down for a nickel each..whatever no one buys, they keep..the sale has to be on the final Saturday morning for about three hours. " ?see it doesn’t matter how hard you play the game, since it’s just for practice?we won’t keep points, but we will do the dares?just play the game all the way to the end, and we both win.?
I figured he was really up to something, and I knew he coveted my CD collection. I also knew that he had some really cool CD’s, and a VCR that I had always wanted. I doubt he would have parted with his precious computer for a nickel, so I was game to listen to what the actual bet was. I sat there arms crossed, and listened patiently.
"I don’t know what pscyho TV show this is going to be, but I know you' these dares don’t sound like they have any rules..you could say "Okay, crawl up on the ceiling and lick your elbow"? I said, finding this whole idea to be pretty weak.
"No, you would have guidelines for these?it has to fall under the sane-principles" he explained as if that was supposed to make sense to me. ?It can’t be impossible, illegal, permanent, or make anyone preganant..and"?
Then I did what any sane older sister would do when faced with this ridiculous idea, I cut him off before he went any further,: “Look get the heck out here, first of all besides sounding way too complicated, I can’t even remember all the rules to what you have just said, But it sounds plain old disgusting, I won’t do that..I can do my own homework.”
He left my room feeling dejected, and pouty. I thought to myself that the boy was going to end up on Jerry Springer if he thought that “suggesting” women he liked (especially his own sister!) play some sort of strip naked game with him. I guess in his mind, the fact that I had been willing to listen, and then shoot him down was worse than most of the time when I just ignored him. He actually had the courage to slam my door.
I knew this would not be the last time I heard of the "Game". I assumed at the time, that it would just be a matter of time before he gave up, again. As tempting as his offer sounded?I mean really about five minutes of work, because as soon as mom and dad saw one of my bare nipples, or probably me in my bra at the kitchen table, I was sure they would stop the game, and I would win. Then he would do my homework..I’d really need him in about six weeks anyhow, so getting him to lose so soon would not have done me much good anyway..why I even thought about that is beyond me, since ever fiber of my body told me his idea was too ridiculous to work.
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