All her life, Hazel was certain that she would never become a masseuse. It was unequivocal that she wouldn't follow in her mother's footsteps, who had risen to become the manager at the local Health Spa. Throughout her childhood, strangers would traipse in and out her house to have a private massage with her mum. As a result, Hazel had become traumatised by the sight of half-naked women being kneaded and pinched, like upside down corpses in a morgue. Even to this day, Hazel found the whole process creepy and vulgar. She found the notion of stroking a strangers back repulsive. The idea that she would, one day, become the most celebrated and sought after masseuse in the whole of Mudbury seemed absurd. Nevertheless, that was Hazel's destiny, and she had her best friend and older sister to thank, for they opened her eyes and changed her life, in just one muggy, summer afternoon.

Thinking herself a rebel, Hazel didn't want to benefit from nepotism or cronyism; she wanted to ignore her mum and make her own way in the world. Hazel dreamt big, she wanted to see up in lights, and her face on billboards all across the world. In short, the redheaded teenager wanted to become a slapstick comedian, the next Marion Davies or Mabel Normand. All her life, the eighteen-year-old had wanted to make people laugh, not rub a stranger's back with massage oil.

Growing up, Hazel idolised Fleur, her older sister, who was lewd, mischievous and an utter maniac. The twenty-year-old Fleur was at ease with her sexuality and knew how to flaunt her curvaceous body and luscious, fiery red locks so that those who desired her, would do what they were told. Highly charismatic and irreverent, Fleur was always playing tricks on her siblings and driving her mother up the wall. Two years younger and three inches shorter, Hazel was a carbon copy of her sister, albeit with a much smaller bosom and bum. Like her sister, Hazel loved goofing around and playing pranks, but she lacked Fleur's drive and conviction, and lacked the confidence to use her curves to charm. Nevertheless, the two of them together were hard to handle; they were like two peas in a pod. But whilst her sister thrived at university, Hazel had flunked her A Level exams.

Thus, Hazel decided to take a year out before applying for an Art Foundation course and thus needed to swiftly find a job. So, against her better judgement, she meekly accepted her mother's help in getting a job at Mudbury Health Spa. Nevertheless, the prospect of touching complete strangers continued to both repulse and frighten her. Whereas the bisexual Fleur was completely at home in an orgy, Hazel was a virgin, and had only seen four naked women (and no men) her entire life, that is, if you exclude the half-naked bodies frequently vacating her mother's massage room.

It wasn't that Hazel was uncomfortable around naked women, per se, for the voluptuous, nubile redhead Fleur would often sleep in the nude, whenever she was back at home. But Hazel would become embarrassed and divert her eyes whenever her neighbours, the blonde Russian twins, would wear their bikinis whilst sunbathing on their garden lawn. In contrast, Fleur would sneak up on them and douse them with ice cold water via the garden hose. Usually, it was sweet, amiable Anastasia who bore the brunt of the soakings, as she was deaf in one ear and so rarely heard Fleur creep up on her in time, whilst her sister, Milana, ran away to escape, leaving Anastasia to suffer her deluge alone.

Trying to calm her nerves, Fleur would remind Hazel that all her clients would be wearing towels in order to cover their bums. But a few weeks ago, Hazel saw Anastasia accidentally catch her towel in the garden fence, leaving her naked and helpless for twenty seconds until she could free her towel from the protruding nail, which had caused her mortifying downfall. As a result, Hazel freaked out; what would happen if she accidentally knocked the towels off her clients whilst giving them a massage? Would the whole town think she was a perve, like her brother, Arlo, who saw poor Anastasia's naked mishap and didn't try to help her at all.

Even more frightening however, for Hazel, was the idea of touching another woman near her private parts. Hazel recoiled in horror at the very thought. What if she pinched or kneaded too hard? What if she accidentally touched a woman's breast or bum? Hazel couldn't even dare contemplate massaging men; she thought they were all sleazeballs. Realising that her sister was uncommonly nervous, Fleur decided that she had better enlighten her shielded sibling and give her some practice before she would start her new job. All Fleur needed was a willing volunteer, and they were, unsurprisingly, hard to find. Who would want to be massaged by a complete amateur, who would squeal in fright at touching the back of your arm? Fleur needed someone who was game yet submissive. Someone who was patient and understanding and yet would gladly debase themselves for Hazel's education and pleasure. Fortunately, however, Fleur had a plan.

Abigail was Hazel's best friend; they had been inseparable since they were eight years old. Whenever Hazel told a joke at school, only Abigail would laugh, whilst all the other girls would roll their eyes in scorn. Milana, in particular, was unforgiving, and bullied her for thinking she was in the 1920s, her sense of humour was so old. Hazel and Abigail, in contrast, dreamt of forming a comedy double act together, in order to become the next Laverne and Shirley or Lucy and Ethel. When they performed together, the quieter, starry-eyed Abigail would usually play the foil or stooge. Hazel, meanwhile, though short on confidence in real life, would become gregarious and assertive on stage and shamelessly goof around.

At eighteen, Abigail had arguably lived an even more sheltered life than had Hazel. Her mother's family were Orthodox Jews, and her father grew up in a Reform Jewish household. Abigail idolised Jewish comedians like Joan Rivers, Gilda Radner and Roseanne Barr. In truth, Abigail preferred Jewish humour to slapstick comedy, but the biting, sardonic punchlines she told often left her audience uncomfortable and nonplussed. Even Hazel had to admit that she rarely understood the jokes. Thus, whenever they performed together, their set would always end with Abigail telling a confusing, esoteric joke. Hazel would then slap a pie in Abigail's face, bringing the most, and sometimes only, laughs of the entire show. Abigail didn't mind her constant humiliations; she had been pied in public over thirty times by now. Indeed, every occasion had been caught on camera, and Hazel had edited them together for a video on their YouTube channel. Unsurprisingly, it was their most popular video, with over five thousand likes and dozens of creepy comments below. Nevertheless, Abigail wished that she could pie Hazel just the once for a change, but her friend, would never allow it, for that was the fate of the stooge.

The Jewish brunette possessed a thick, choppy fringe, and was both five inches taller and two inches slimmer than Hazel, who was both more convivial and verbose. Like her best friend, Abigail had also never had a proper boyfriend, her old fashioned mother would never have entertained such a thought! Nevertheless, Abigail had long held an unrequited crush on Hazel and Fleur's brother Arlo. Hazel could never understand why; as far as she was concerned, Arlo was just her lazy, skanky brother. He wasn't anything special, in terms of either personality or looks, and he was so obsessed with Anastasia, that he never noticed Abigail's feelings for him at all. Fleur thought that Abigail ought to get out more and meet more boys, but, in the meantime, would benefit from being sexually awakened through Fleur's tutelage and control.

Easily led, Abigail often let Hazel boss her around. But like her best friend, she absolutely worshipped Fleur's courage and bravado, she would do anything that Fleur told her to do. Abigail only had a younger sister; she didn't know any older girls who were as impulsive or headstrong as Fleur. She was her idol and could do no wrong at all. One day, Fleur discovered that Abigail was extremely ticklish and set about putting her plan into action. Fleur challenged the gullible Abigail to a racy game of dare. They would each write down ten reasonably silly dares and put them into Fleur's top hat, from when she was a magician's assistance once. They would then pull out a dare, one at a time, and complete them, until one of them decided to chicken out and admit defeat. The loser would then perform a forfeit, chosen by spinning a wheel, which Fleur had already contrived to land upon the forfeit she had planned for Abigail, who was sure to lose.

Hence, after the two girls had written down their dares, and deposited them in Fleur's top hat, Abigail gasped upon realising that, if she lost, she would have to be tied naked to the massage chair and be massaged and tickled by Fleur and Hazel for an hour! Hazel looked sheepishly at her best friend and gulped. There was no way that Fleur was going to lose, she'd never lost a dare war in her life. Hazel had indeed seen Abigail naked many times before; she'd often rate her outfits as Abigail changed or sit on the toilet and natter whilst her best friend was having a shower. But she'd never really touched Abigail before, other than giving her the occasional playful spank. Hazel was excited, yet trepidatious, if there was anyone she would like to lose her massage virginity to, it would be Abigail without a doubt.

Having lost the toss of a coin, Abigail was to choose the first dare. Reading it out loud, Abigail blushed bright red, she hadn't expected Fleur's dares to be so brazen and wild. Abigail was to flash Arlo for ten seconds, though she could, if she wanted, keep on her bra. Hazel smirked, clearly, Fleur's dares were far more bold, risqué and adventurous than Abigail's. Poor Abigail had a real fight on her hands. Nervously, Abigail followed the two sisters downstairs to the lounge where Arlo was watching TV. The brunette kissed her Star of David necklace and lifted up her tight red t-shirt up, revealing her cute white bra. Startled, Arlo couldn't believe his luck. Though he was oblivious to her feelings towards him, he'd always fancied Abigail, who was in the year below him at school. Once, Fleur had dared him to ask Abigail out, but he couldn't pluck up the courage and thought that his sister was having him on.

Yes, Abigail's breasts were quite small, but they were a delight to behold, without a doubt. Furthermore, Arlo's sisters were now even encouraging him to stare at Abigail, though they warned him not to touch. Usually, Fleur would tease Arlo for being a creep, for he was always staring at Anastasia, and occasionally Milana too, if he got them muddled up. But whilst Anastasia would smile back, Milana would quickly snarl, so Arlo swiftly learnt the difference between the twins, aside from Anastasia's obvious hearing aid of course. Indeed, Milana, just so happened to be out in the garden snarling right this second as caught sight of Abigail's flash. With their French window open, they heard Milana shout, 'Weirdos' and shake her head in disgust. After ten seconds, Abigail blew Arlo a kiss before almost stumbling as she pulled down her t-shirt and charged out the door.

Minutes later, Fleur easily completed Abigail's first tame dare to bark like a dog. Hazel even joined in as they pretended to have a conversation in dog language about Abigail flashing their brother. Fleur even impersonated Milana, and it wasn't a very flattering caricature. Abigail's second dare was again one suggested by Fleur. Abigail was to be pantsed and receive a wedgie, so that she was effectively mooning Arlo! Hazel shook her head in merriment, Fleur knew that by involving Arlo in all their dares would only raise Abigail's level of embarrassment. But, having flashed Arlo, Abigail felt able to take it one step further and so headed back downstairs once more. Arlo glanced at his older sister in bewilderment as Fleur pulled Abigail's blue shorts down to the floor. Then, Arlo couldn't tear his eyes from Abigail's rear as Fleur gave the Jewish brunette a wedgie, exposing her svelte backside to the world. Squealing, Abigail grimaced as her panties were pushed upwards into the crack of her bum. To make matters worse, with her free hand, Fleur then spanked Abigail's lithe, sylphlike bottom three times. Fleur nodded at Hazel to have a go, and she embarrassingly patted Abi's rear twice.

Fleur then bade Hazel to open up the front of Abigail's knickers, with Arlo instructed to not get any closer and be tempted to have a peak at the brunette's crotch. But, whilst Fleur disappeared to the kitchen, Hazel couldn't help but take a sneaky little peak herself at Abigail's private parts. Abigail, who was freshly shaved, blushed as she saw her best friend look. Moments later, Fleur returned and emptied four ice cubes down the front of Abigail's knickers. Squealing, at the sudden influx of cold, Abigail complained, 'That wasn't part of the dare!' Slyly, Fleur replied, 'Wasn't it? My mistake. I'm so sorry', before patting her palm against the front of Abigail's panties, crushing the ice against her crotch. Fleur then instructed Hazel to continue patting the front of Abigail's panties, whilst Fleur opened up the back of the brunette's knickers and emptied four more ice cubes down over Abigail's bum. Hazel, meanwhile, whilst patting, suddenly felt the outline of Abigail's vulva, and instinctively rubbed it, surprising them both. By now the ice had begun to melt and so water began to dribble down Abigail's legs. 'Oh, it looks like Abi's wet herself', Fleur cruelly joked. Abigail shook her head, she would really enjoy having her revenge on Fleur, she just hoped her next dare would be even worse, and Fleur would get what she deserved.

Milana, meanwhile, still standing at her garden fence, expand upon her earlier insult. 'Crazy lunatics, complete and utter weirdos', she shouted with bravado. Thoroughly embarrassed, poor Abigail swiftly pulled her short back up. With the ice continuing to melt, hopefully Milana was too far away to see the wet patch through the French windows. Moments later, Milana's twin Anastasia joined her by the fence. 'Hi Arlo', she shouted, ignoring all the girls. Jumping up, Arlo ran to the French windows and using sign language said, 'Hi there, good afternoon'. Fleur and Hazel cringed and Abigail bit her lip in jealousy and scowled. Two years ago, Anastasia had lost her hearing in her right ear and so Arlo had learnt basic sign language to impress the stunning eighteen-year-old. 'Milana and I are going to ASDA in a minute. Do you want anything?' Anastasia asked, Arlo alone. Milana, meanwhile, looked at her sister in disgust. What was she doing being kind and nice to the pathetic weirdos next door?

'I guess a bottle of coke', Arlo both signed and shouted, much to Milana's annoyance. 'Five bottles of squirty cream, paper plates, a trifle and a chocolate gateaux', Fleur added, uninvited, before Arlo shrugged his shoulders as if to say he didn't know how to sign any of that at all. Groaning, Milana had to explain the order to her sister, who had struggled to hear Fleur's request from afar. Anastasia then waved Arlo goodbye and the sisters headed out to shop.

'Why did you order squirty cream?' Hazel asked, inquisitively. 'Oh, I have a sneaky feeling that we might need it in a minute', Fleur replied. The three girls swiftly returned upstairs to continue the challenge. Sadly for Abigail, Fleur picked out another one of her tamer dares, to send a text to Abigail's Dad to say that he was hot. Even worse for Abigail, as she was distracted by Fleur, she failed to notice Hazel steal her own phone and send the exact same message to Arlo, and both Hazel and Abigail's dads. Hazel even added, 'I like bum', as a joke, which Abigail wouldn't find out about until she got home later that evening, when she got a stern telling off from her mum.

Pausing the game, Fleur shouted to Arlo to come join them upstairs, for she had a cunning plan. 'How would you like to get your revenge on Milana?; she asked. Continuing, Fleur explained, 'When the twins come back to drop off the desserts, Hazel and I can splat them in her face. Abigail, meanwhile, can pour two buckets of mud over her from my bedroom window upstairs. Arlo, we need you to distract Anastasia somehow, and get her out of the way. You can do that can't you? Just impress her with you charm.' Once everyone was on board, Arlo was sent to the swamp, 500 metres down the road, to scoop up two slimy buckets of mud. Whilst he did so, he couldn't help but ponder why his sister had sounded sarcastic when talking about his charm.

Whilst they waited for Arlo and the Russian twins to return, Fleur suggested that they continue with their dares. But now, things were really starting to heat up. Abigail's dare was to strip down to her underwear and ask Arlo to film himself slapping ten cream pies all over her body. No wonder Fleur needed Anastasia to buy more squirty cream, the redhead had everything under control. By now, Abigail had nothing to lose. She wanted to beat Fleur so badly, surely Fleur would pull out one of the worse dares next time around. Besides, Arlo had already seen both her bra and panties, so what else did she have to hide now anyhow? To be fair, Arlo had seen her in her bikini over a dozen times, but being covered in squirty cream was a complete another level of embarrassment.

To Abigail's dismay, she was made to strip down to her bra and panties now and wait for Arlo to return. As she was going to be upstairs, during the prank, Milana shouldn't be able to see her anyhow. A few minutes later, Arlo came back and brought the buckets of mud upstairs, only to almost drop them as Abigail reappeared, wearing just her underwear. Blushing, the brunette took hold of both buckets and got into position by the open window above the front door.

Five minutes later, Milana and Anastasia rang the front door. They were both wearing short white skirts and crop tops, with Milana in light blue and Anastasia in pink. Anastasia handed Arlo the bag containing the squirty cream and coca cola, whilst Fleur grabbed the bag with the two desserts. Arlo then tried to invite Anastasia in, using sign language, so that he could get her out of the way of the mud. But just before he could do so, Fleur elbowed him in the ribs, winding him, so that his symbols were incomprehensible to them all.

Upstairs, Abigail quietly pushed open the window a little further and began to take her aim. But, instead of pouring the bucket over Milana, as Fleur had planned, she purposefully emptied it over poor Anastasia instead. Jealous, at the blonde, for flirting with Arlo, Abigail was keen to have her revenge. Squealing, Anastasia whimpered as the slimy, viscid muck slathered down over her pristine hair and face. Instinctively, Milana took a few steps backwards, in order to get safely out of the way. Not knowing the twins as well as her siblings, Fleur smashed the chocolate gateaux against Anastasia's cheeks, mistakenly thinking that she was her sister instead. With Milana out of range, Hazel shrugged her shoulders and upturned the strawberry trifle, over the top of the unlucky Anastasia's head. Jelly, cream and custard oozed down over her forehead, and flowed down her shoulders and inside her crop top and over her breasts. Recovering himself, Arlo cried, 'What are you doing? That's Anastasia', just as Abigail emptied the second bucket of mud over the hapless girl.

Milana meanwhile was conflicted, her sister was being obliterated, which was both hilarious and unfair. Clearly, she, herself had been the intended target, and the prank had taken a wrong turn. Milana signed the word for 'loser' to her sister before looking up at the lingerie clad Abigail and swearing her revenge. Wiping her eyes, Anastasia looked accusingly at Arlo, as if he was solely to blame. 'I'm sorry, they lied', he signed, before Fleur stole the bottle of coke from his bag, shook it, and aimed it Anastasia, who simply stood there and whimpered as she was sprayed in the face and chest. Squelching, as she walked back to her sister, Anastasia glanced up at Abigail and scowled, before smiling sweetly at Arlo and signing, 'I forgive you, it was her'. If she wasn't sure before, Anastasia was determined to win Arlo now, if not, just to upset Abigail, who she knew had fancied Arlo like mad, for years now. For whilst the others may accept Abigail's excuse that, 'It was an accident', Anastasia perfectly well knew that Abigail had meant it from the start.

Once the Russian twins had both squelched home, Fleur turned to her sister and exclaimed, 'Honestly, I thought she was Milana, I was just following Abigail's lead'. Then, turning to Arlo, Fleur asked, 'Since this was all Abigail's fault, how would you like your revenge?' Unsurprisingly, Arlo was more than happy to help. After Fleur and Arlo prepared the cream pies, using every single last inch of the five cans of squirty cream, Abigail knelt down in the bath, ready to accept her messy punishment.

Pouting to the camera, Abigail wiggled her chest slowly before Arlo slapped the first cream pie against her nose. Gently rubbing the paper plate over her forehead, Arlo took care to cover every last inch of her angelic face with cream. Arlo then picked up two paper plates and engulfed Abigail's pretty features in a humongous pie sandwich, wrapping the plates around her neck, chin and ears. Watching with intent, Hazel began to develop a crush on her best friend, who did look particularly cute covered in cream. Furthermore, Abigail's backside was adorable as she wiggled and squealed. Nervously, upon Fleur's instruction, Arlo slapped two pies against Abigail's breasts, which were tantalisingly close to his touch, beneath the wafer thin paper plates which he rubbed against her skin. Losing her inhibitions slightly, Abigail jiggled her bosom and played up to the camera, acting all so innocently. Fleur then dared Arlo to slap a cream pie against Abigail's backside, which he did so, only after Abigail nodded in consent. Turning her rear to the camera, Abigail squealed as Fleur gave her a wedgie, just before Arlo slapped the thick pile of cream against her delightful butt cheeks. Highly self-conscious, what with being filmed, Arlo splatted the final four pies against Abigail's adorable face. But then, when her brother had finished, Fleur scooped up all the excess cream and wiped it against Abigail's breasts and stomach before giving her a cheeky kiss on the lips.

Once a befuddled and bewitched Arlo departed back downstairs, Fleur completed another one of Abigail's lame dares, to kiss Hazel on both her cheeks. Remaining in the bath, in her underwear, Abigail allowed Fleur to quickly douse her with the spray of the shower head, before swiftly dampening herself down with a towel. Watching on, Hazel marvelled as the glistening water poured down over Abigail's smooth white skin. Her best friend was so pretty that she could kiss her; so she did. Catching Abigail by surprise, Hazel took the shower head from her sister and aimed it squarely at Abigail's cheeks. Then, whilst aiming the water down at Abigail's bosom, Hazel gently kissed her on the lips. Demurely, she intertwined their tongues, before pulling away and spraying Abigail, once again, in the face.

Once she was dry, it was Abigail's turn for a dare again. Reading it out loud, Abigail struggled to finish, partly due to Hazel collapsing in a fit of giggles as Abigail tried to explain the finer details. Abigail was to have a naked mud bath, followed by two buckets of golden syrup and porridge oats over her head. Still smarting at Abigail's treatment of Anastasia, Arlo eagerly set off in his car to collect ten more buckets of mud in his car, but he took his time, on the way back, to ensure that he didn't spill any muck on his seats. Whilst they waited for Arlo, Abigail stripped naked, safe for her Star of David necklace, which bounced upon her bosom as she shivered in anticipation of her fate. Goading her, Fleur began to taunt the younger brunette with the minutiae of the forfeit that awaited her, should she lose the overall game. Furthermore, Fleur forbade Abigail from covering herself, so that Hazel could have a good look at her body and stare. Abigail was confused, they were supposed to be helping Hazel get over her fear of being a masseuse, not turn her into a lesbian. Still, Abigail felt a thrill at being objectified and sexualised, as Hazel scanned her body, greedily flickering her eyes between Abigail's chest, stomach, crotch and legs.

Once Arlo had returned, with the ten buckets of mud, Fleur took great glee in describing how she was going to tip them over the nervous Jewish teenager. Chortling, Hazel marvelled at how her older sister was dominating the usually shy and bashful brunette. But today, Abigail was liberated, she was coy, coquettish and flirtatious; she dared her tormentor on, whilst Fleur took real pleasure in emptying each bucket over her silky, white skin. Fleur quite liked Abigail, but she thoroughly enjoyed stripping her naked and teaching her a lesson. She'd known Abigail for over ten years, and she'd always been so ingratiatingly winsome, nae and sweet.

Fleur thus casually dumped the first bucket of glutinous brown sludge over the top of Abigail's beguiling head. The second bucket, Fleur threw with great force, over Abigail's tiny, but pert breasts. Devilishly, Fleur dunked Abigail's face into the third bucket, ensuring complete coverage of the gooey viscid gunk over her hair and cheeks. The fourth bucket of mud was poured on Abigail's crotch as she knelt up in the bath, mud pouring down over her quivering breasts. The fifth bucket cascaded down her back as she squirmed and shuddered in the muck. Naked and covered in sludge, Abigail had never looked so ravishing before in her entire life. Hazel paused, did this mean she liked girls now, or was she just turned on by sadism, domination or wam? Nevertheless, her mucky best friend was utterly gorgeous and Hazel couldn't wait to do all this to Abigail again.

Fleur then invited Hazel to pour the next bucket over Abigail's breasts, imploring her to not take her eyes off Abigail's nipples, in case she became squeamish and tried to look away. Smirking, Hazel noted that Abigail's teats were both rock hard, much to her best friend's embarrassment, which was heightened after Fleur gave each nipple a flick. Each taking a bucket, Fleur and Hazel poured their buckets simultaneously, causing Abigail's head to become engulfed in a slimy muddy cascade. With the mud now starting to pool around her ankles, Abigail was ordered to lie down on her back. Squirming, as she felt the mud lap against her ears, Abigail blushed as she noticed Hazel stare at her vulva, which was one of the few parts of her body left mostly untouched and clean. Fleur, similarly, began staring at Abigail's vulva, to heighten her embarrassment, before pouring the ninth bucket over the brunette's crotch and legs. Moments later, Hazel poured the final bucket over Abigail's breasts, as her friend almost disappeared from sight underneath the thick layer of mud lapping over her chest.

Sitting back up, Abigail then tipped her head back so that Fleur could slowly pour the bucket of golden syrup over her face. The entire bucket took almost a minute to empty, giving Hazel plenty of time to ogle and stare at her naked best friend. To finish, Hazel tipped the bucket of porridge oats over Abigail's now bedraggled, claggy hair. Poor Abigail was a complete and utter state; she looked more like a creature from the swamp than the goody two shoes girl that she had always been.

Poor Abigail's torment, however, didn't end there. If she expected to be left to have a shower in peace, she simply didn't know Fleur whatsoever. Wanting to speed things up, Fleur had insisted on getting on with the game and had frustratingly, for her, picked arguably Abigail's most challenging dare. Fleur was to give herself a swirly in the toilet. Fleur paused; she had only just had her hair done. So far, she had remained both completely clothed and clean. She couldn't stand it when someone gained the upper hand over her, and she herself become a figure of ridicule in their place.

For a moment, Hazel thought that her sister might admit defeat. But no, Fleur lowered her head into the toilet and bade her sister to flush the loo three times, with Fleur's red locks being obliterated by the swirling water, as it gushed all over her face. Now Fleur was angry, but happy at the increase in challenge from Abigail's usually mild, timid dares. But, not to be outdone, as punishment for her ruined hairdo, Fleur insisted on watching Abigail shower, as the redhead dried her hair. Hence, Hazel sat down on the floor and watched as Abigail stood under the cascading warm water whilst scraping her hands through her claggy, bra strap length, brown hair. Paying close attention to removing porridge oats from her choppy fringe, Abigail began to playfully pose for Hazel, who was watching her every sway of her hips. Abigail's backside was radiant under the swift flow of the water, and her breasts shone brightly, as the brunette covered them in shower foam and seductively rubbed her skin.

Though she was straight, Hazel had now become besotted with her gorgeous, tantalizingly nubile best friend. Despite her lack of curves, Abigail looked stunning as the cool water gushed down over her shoulders and the small of her back, before sliding down seductively over her legs. Best of all, was when Abigail turned to give her a glimpse of her crotch, as she held her arms upwards, drawing attention back to her breasts. Being bisexual, Fleur didn't even try to hide being turned on by the teenager and cheekily catcalled Abigail as she continued to dry her own hair. After twelve minutes of massaging shower gel all over her body, Abigail was finally content that she had gotten most of the mud and syrup out of her hair. Drying herself down, she wrapped herself in a towel and picked out the next dare.

Hazel gasped; Fleur had gone too far; this dare wasn't fair. But Abigail had spotted a weakness in Fleur's demeanour, she was still unhappy at the swirly destroying her perfect hair. Fleur could finally be beaten, if, and only if, she started picking out some of her own dares. So, after ignoring Hazel's objections, Abigail crept downstairs in her towel and threw it off in front of Arlo, so that she stood completely naked, save her Star of David, in front of the crush that she had had for years. Her hair, still damp, Abigail was angelic as she twirled around on the spot three times, biding him to stare. Then, she stood like a statue for ten seconds, so that Arlo could have a good look at her breasts, bush and backside. Abigail had nothing else to lose, she simply now had to win.

As Abigail stood before him, Arlo sat flabbergasted, as the pretty brunette's naked curves caused his cheeks to turn bright red. Arlo simply could not understand Abigail's transformation, why had she changed from a shy, demure girl into a Greek goddess? Not that he was about to complain. Nevertheless, he was still mad at her for throwing mud over Anastasia and so didn't feel guilty looking her up and down as she swayed her hips. Arlo, however, had resolved to stop being a coward and ask Anastasia out for a date. Abigail was nice, funny and pretty, but she was out of line to gang up on poor Anastasia, who didn't deserve her slimy fate. Unable to read Arlo's mind, Abigail grinned and made eye contact with her crush, hoping, that he was to surely ask her out after this. If not, at least she would never have to be embarrassed about wearing a bikini in front of him again.

Losing her nerve, Abigail finally ran back upstairs, completely forgetting about her towel, which Fleur cheekily threw over her younger brother's befuddled head. 'It's just been wrapped around Abi's crotch and bosom, you can still smell her, I think,' she chortled, as Arlo struggled to remove it from his face.

Back up in the bathroom, Abigail groaned upon realising that she had left her towel behind and would have to stay naked until they ventured downstairs again. Even worse, Fleur somehow picked yet another fairly tame dare, and if anything, it had rebounded on Abigail once again. Fleur was to cover her feet in custard and choose someone to lick her toes clean. But, to Abigail's surprise, Fleur didn't pick her sister, but Abigail to do all the licking. Naked, she bent down and began to lick the smallest toe on Fleur's right foot. 'Whoops', Fleur cried, in jest, as she emptied a carton of custard over Abigail's unsuspecting head. Ignoring her tormentor, Abigail shook her head and continued to lick the redhead's right foot clean.

Hazel thought that Abigail would be angry at her latest humiliation. She had been demeaned, degraded and dehumanised, whilst Fleur had barely had to break sweat yet, it seemed. Instead, however, Abigail seemed to enjoy being dominated and playing the submissive. Equally, Fleur was relishing the opportunity to play the sadist and show off her sexuality to the younger teens. Despite being a passive spectator, Hazel was herself growing in confidence and sensed an awakening within her chest. Then, to everyone's surprise, Abigail jumped up, took hold of the final carton of custard and poured it over Fleur's unsuspecting head. Gleeful, at her sister finally getting her comeuppance, Hazel high fived Abigail and blew a raspberry at Fleur.

But then, just as it seemed like Abigail was in the ascendancy, the game swiftly came to an end. At the very next dare, Abigail wisely decided to call it quits. Posting a nip pic on Instagram was taking things too far, she had no choice but to concede defeat. Whilst Fleur dabbed herself dry with a towel, Hazel ran downstairs to collect Abigail's, who swiftly covered herself with it and scurried to the massage room, in order to inspect the punishment that awaited her next. Hazel, meanwhile, peered into Fleur's top hat. Throughout the game, Hazel had grown in her suspicions. Sure enough, there were only half as many dares left in the bottom of the hat as there should have been. Rummaging around, Hazel carefully found a strip of Velcro which she keenly released. Hazel laughed; a secret compartment fell open, filled with Abigail's dares. Whilst Fleur's had been easy to pull out, Abigail's easier dares had been hidden away by Fleur. As usual, Fleur had cheated, but Hazel wasn't going to be a tattle tale, she wanted to massage and tickle her beautiful, but chastened best friend.

Keeping her newfound knowledge to herself, Hazel crept into the massage room and slapped Abigail's cute rear end. Still partially covered in custard, Fleur meanwhile, decided to forego a shower and join her sister for some fun at poor Abigail's expense. Fleur bade Abigail to lay down on her front on their mother's massage bed. Fortunately, Fleur's mother was out, so if anything went wrong, they would have time to clear up all the mess. Imploring Hazel to watch her, Fleur began to rub massage oil into Abigail's back, before instructing Hazel to do the same to the brunette's arms and legs. Cheekily, she pushed the towel covering Abigail's backside onto the floor and instructed Hazel to leave it be. Despite her rebellious nature, Fleur had still allowed her mum to train her how to massage, even if, like Hazel, she never intended to follow her in the family business. Fleur knew how to do effleurage, petrissage, tapotement, friction, and vibration and was keen to demonstrate the basics to Hazel before the real fun could begin.

After about twenty minutes, Fleur completed demonstrating vibration, the final massage technique. She then instructed Abigail to lie on her back before motioning to Hazel to help her secure Abigail's feet and hands in handcuffs, which were fastened to the four legs of the massage bed. Naked and helpless, Abigail grinned nervously at Hazel and bade her to enjoy herself and finally come out of her shell. Fleur then demonstrated to Hazel the best methods and places to tickle someone, ideas that she had picked up after foreplay with her boyfriend over the past two years herself. Fleur then commanded Hazel to mix the massage and tickle techniques in order to make Abigail squeal so loud that even Arlo could hear her downstairs.

Thus, Hazel began tickling Abigail's neck, ribcage, shoulders and armpits, whilst Fleur concentrated on the soles of Abi's feet. Next Fleur instructed Hazel to lightly breathe on Abigail's neck, before lightly licking, sucking and biting her ear lobes and giving Abigail's neck a hickey. Extremely ticklish, Abigail collapsed into a fit of spasms, at the touch of Hazel's lips upon her skin. Alas, neither of her tormentors relented, instead arming themselves each with a hairbrush, which they used to tickle Abigail's armpits and feet.

After a couple of minutes with the hairbrush, Hazel switched over to using an electric toothbrush, which she traipsed over Abigail's stomach and hips. Fleur, meanwhile, began lightly tickling Abigail's breasts with a paint brush, paying particularly close attention to her nipples and cleavage. After swapping places, Hazel giggled as she pressed her toothbrush against her best friend's bosom, whereas Fleur lightly flicked the paint brush over Abigail's throbbing vulva with glee.

Throughout the tickling torment, Hazel couldn't help but stare at Abigail's breasts and bush. Never before had Hazel seen someone up so close and intimately. She struggled to imagine what Abigail would look like with clothes on, it had been so long since she had worn any. Sure enough, as Fleur had planned all along, Hazel was starting to lose her inhibitions. Hazel began to think that being a masseuse wouldn't be so bad after all and that she would be quite the expert, with her mother and sister's guidance and tutoring.

Indeed, whilst Hazel began to reapply massage oil over Abigail's entire body, she took great care to fondle and knead Abigail's boobs, despite Fleur reminding her that ordinary massages rarely involved the breasts. Next, Hazel pressed her fingers up against and inside Abigail's vagina and began to lightly pleasure her best friend. As Hazel lightly blew on and tickled Abigail's clitoris, the brunette became overcome with ecstasy and failed to hide being turned on by her friend. Fleur meanwhile placed an array of ice cubes over Abigail's forehead, chin, breasts and crotch, and watched intently as the ice swiftly began to melt over the angelic teenager's glossy, lustrous skin. Then, whilst Hazel was viciously tickling Abigail's feet with a feather duster, Fleur bade Abigail to close her eyes and give herself up wholly to the erotic role play.

Five minutes later, Abigail reopened her eyes and gasped at the sight that lay before her. Fleur was holding a brand new vibrator and was asking Abigail's permission to use it on her breasts. Having gained Abigail's consent, Fleur began to tickle Abigail's boobs with the sex toy, causing Abigail to pant incessantly. After a few minutes, Fleur gave the vibrator to her sister and instructed Hazel to gently caress it over Abigail's vulva instead. Squealing with pleasure, Abigail bit her lip as Hazel gently ran the vibrator up and over her clitoris, before inserting it into her vagina fully, causing Abigail to orgasm after barely a minute. Sitting downstairs, even with the television on, Arlo could hear every single scream of ecstasy.

After another ten minutes, Abigail's hand restraints were released and she was bade to sit up, only for Hazel and Fleur to each pour jars of honey over her sleek, satiny hair. The sticky, glutinous liquid began to cascade down over Abigail's breasts and shoulders, but not before she flicked her fingers over her bosom and playfully licked her armpit.

Once the honey had been thoroughly rubbed over Abigail's shoulders, chest and stomach, her foot restraints were finally removed. But no, her ordeal was not yet over as she was commanded to return to lying down on her front again. Fleur then instructed Hazel to rub massage oil all over Abigail's back and legs and repeat all five techniques that she had been shown previously. Nodding in adoration, Fleur had to admit that Hazel was a natural, she would clearly make a talented masseuse, once she had learnt to stop laughing, every time she kneaded Abigail's skin.

But then, cheekily, Hazel spilt far too much oil over Abigail's backside, meaning that she had to spend twice as long kneading her cute little buttocks than she should have been doing. Once Hazel had finished, Fleur began to gently pour warm water over Abigail's back before joining her sister in rubbing mud over every last inch of visible skin. Cupping Abigail's breasts as she rubbed mud over her friend's side boob, Hazel remarked, 'Abigail, you are simply the best. This whole day was amazing thank you'. Turning to her sister, she added, 'Fleur, thank you for helping me shed my nerves, and showing me how to tickle and torment my beautiful best friend!' Once she had finished, Hazel then swiftly began to tickle Abigail's feet once again.

Arlo, meanwhile, went upstairs to his bedroom and glanced out of his window, which looked out onto Anastasia's bedroom, no more twenty metres away. Anastasia was wrapped in a towel, having had a shower to wash away the mud that had been unceremoniously poured over her, earlier that day. Noticing him, almost immediately, Anastasia smiled and signed 'Hi' before blowing him a kiss. Arlo, confused by Anastasia's forwardness eagerly, signed 'Hi' in return, but nervously messed up the sign for 'you look really pretty.' Then, plucking up the courage, Anastasia purposefully allowed her towel to fall to her feet. Just like in the garden, a few weeks ago, Anastasia pretended it was an accident and covered her breasts and crotch in faux panic. She didn't however, rush to pick up her towel and instead stared at Arlo acting all innocently. Last time, had been a test, to see if Arlo was really interested in her, and now, she planned to intoxicate him so much that he was overcome with lechery. She would snag Arlo as her boyfriend, and put the pretty, but nae Abigail in her place.

Turning around, as she pretended to search for her towel, Anastasia instead showed her backside to Arlo who was inescapably entranced by her spell. Finally covering herself with her towel, Anastasia let it drop slightly so that she showed Arlo her breasts once again. Worried, that she seemed too shameless and sordid, Anastasis blushed and signed, 'Don't worry, I don't mind you looking, honestly.' But still a beginner with sign language, Arlo, wasn't entirely too sure what she meant. So, he simply signed 'sorry' and 'you look really pretty', which he finally got right, after his mishap earlier that day.

Plucking up the courage, he then signed, 'Would you go out with me' as he had practised over a thousand times and was relieved to see Anastasia reply instantly with 'Yes, yes, yes.' Playfully, Anastasia added, 'You are really handsome', before turning around and letting her towel drop to the floor again. Wiggling her bottom, she closed her curtains and collapsed onto her bed naked in a fit of giggles. Poor Abigail never stood a chance. She'd spent half of the day naked, and all it took was ten seconds for Anastasia to remove her clothes, and Arlo was absolutely smitten.

The following day, Hazel headed down to the Health Spa to begin her new career. In fact, Abigail followed her, so that she could sign up as a member and have weekly, professional massages from her best friend. Of course, back in the comfort of their own homes, Hazel would continue to tickle her cute, and extremely ticklish best friend. But Abigail didn't mind, Fleur had given her the vibrator as a thank you present, and the brunette had learnt to use it on herself. Equally inspired, Fleur decided to try out some of the techniques that she had used on Abi on her own housemate Merry, who was as equally submissive and ticklish as poor Abigail had been.

In the meantime, Hazel and Abigail's stand-up routine had also evolved following Abigail's torturous tickling torment. For a start, Abigail had taken to wearing a purple, strapless, high low, cocktail dress by Vampal, with an incredibly daring sweetheart neckline, whenever she went up on stage. Thus, though she was still the stooge, it was Abigail who took centre stage. Furthermore, their slapstick routine no longer simply ended with Abigail receiving a simple cream pie to the face. Instead, without any planning or notice, throughout their routine, Hazel would spray seltzer water at Abigail's cheeks and breasts. Ordinarily, whenever they performed, Abigail would receive at least four pies and a bucket of custard over her head. Hazel would even open up the neckline of Abigail's dress and crack two eggs over her bosom, before patting her on the breasts. Naturally, Hazel would somehow always end up spotless, as the joke relied on Abigail always receiving all the mess. Naturally, an edited collection of Abigail's messy moments swiftly surpassed their record number of views and likes upon their YouTube page. Before each show, in honour of their sensual reawakening, Hazel would playfully tickle Abigail's armpits as part of their warmup. Then, afterwards, Hazel would give her friend a naked massage, for being the best submissive stooge, the world had ever seen.