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 Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle by
neverdoubted

   Author's Note: This story is part of the "Dare Me" universe.  It is set
after chapter 7.  Might be useful to read those first to understand the
backstory.  For those wondering about the vote, a truckload of ballots was
dropped off after the poll closed.  This story won in a landslide.  You'll
thank me later.



   Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle -
Part 1

   That fall, for the first time, Lucy and I were in different schools.  As
we settled into the routine, we both seemed to be flourishing.  I perhaps
was taking a bit longer to adjust to my new environment.  But Lucy, as the
big fish sixth grader in her small pond of elementary school, practically
ran the place.  Popular kids gravitated to her, which I guess made her
popular too.  It didn't hurt that she had done a lot of growing over the
summer and was a classic beauty.  The best-looking girls tended to flock
together for some reason.

   She attracted lots of friends which created an interesting new dynamic
around our house.  I never knew when I got home from school which of Lucy's
cute classmates would be hanging around.  I think I held a certain intrigue
for them as Lucy's mysterious older brother who was a...teenager.  Their
eyes would track me everywhere I went, and I often heard fits of giggles
pass between them when I left a room.  I admit, I tended to strut around
them, enjoying the attention; especially since none of the girls in my
school showed the least bit of interest in me.

   Mom seemed relieved that we were doing so well in school.  One less
thing for her to worry about.  She was having a hard time at work, and I
often heard her complaining over the phone to her sister.  She was on a
sales team that had landed some big clients recently.  Her boss always took
her with him on sales calls if he thought an attractive woman at the table
would make a difference.

   She told Aunt Julie about the inappropriate comments he made about her,
that her clothes were too frumpy, and she should open more buttons on her
blouse.  Unfortunately, mom had a problem with authority and tended to do
whatever he suggested.  Despite all her hard work to learn the product and
be a good salesperson, the type of clients her boss targeted only saw her
as a piece of eye candy.

   It didn't help that her current position did not pay commission.  She
couldn't prove it, but she suspected he was passing over her for promotions
and holding her back so he could keep the commissions for himself.  Aunt
Julie called him a "slimeball pig" and, from mom's descriptions, I couldn't
disagree.  It sounded like he was a jerk who treated her like a glorified
secretary, or worse a piece of meat, and stole the rewards of her labors.

   One day, in early October while we were sitting with mom around the
table, the subject of Halloween came up.  I was in that weird in-between
age where I felt too old for trick-or-treating, but not old enough to join
the party scene.  I said I would be fine hanging out with some of my
friends and maybe we would hit a haunted house.

   Lucy, on the other hand, was in the Halloween sweet spot.  She was old
enough to have stronger opinions about her costume choices.  The prospect
of getting to wear make-up and do her hair up special was exciting.  But
the child in her was just as excited about getting to eat a ton of candy.

   There was only one problem.  Her Halloween costume had to be just
perfect, and Lucy tended to have expensive tastes.  She would never accept
the pathetic cookie-cutter selections at Wal-Mart.  But we didn't have any
extra money for perfect.  That's when mom, in an attempt to think outside
the box, made an interesting suggestion.  Why not have Mr.  Beski make a
costume?

   It actually made a lot of sense.  Mr.  Beski had made her a beautiful
dress over the summer which was a huge hit at school.  Whenever she wore
it, she got lots of compliments and proudly told people it was a "custom,
designer dress" (whatever that means).  Despite the humiliation she had
endured to get it, Mr.  Beski had certainly delivered.  He was clearly a
skilled artisan, and as a lonely retiree, he would probably jump at the
chance to make something else for her.  It's not like she could make a
better costume herself.

   Since we couldn't afford the boutique stores and Lucy wouldn't consider
the imported cookie-cutter crap, I guess she was willing to swallow her
pride and ask him for help.  Mom couldn't help with money, but she did
offer something else to make the evening special.

   "I don't have anything scheduled for work that weekend." Mom said, then
added "Do you want to invite some of your friends over to spend the night
on Halloween?"

   Lucy was ecstatic and immediately started transforming mom's simple
offer into a Halloween sleepover spectacular.  She asked how many friends
she could invite.  Could they make cookies?  What about decorations? 
Balloons?  Entertainment?  She had seen a home makeover kit at the store.
And of course, there was dinner to think about.  Maybe a taco bar?  NO! 
Pancakes, even better!

   Mom shot me a worried look.  Lucy was getting carried away like she
always did, and she needed someone to step in and help manage expectations.
I was the closest thing she had to a co-parent.

   "Pancakes...and cookies?" I interjected myself into the conversation,
"don't you think that's a little much?  I mean, there will already be
plenty of candy.  I think you should plan something simpler. 
Trick-or-treating is the main entertainment.  Mom can have a frozen pot pie
ready when you get back and everyone will probably be pretty wiped out by
then."

   Lucy seemed to accept that logic and withdrew her unreasonable requests.
After all, it was better than nothing.  Now the only remaining point of
negotiation was the number of attendees.  She insisted on inviting her two
closest friends, Grace, and Katherine.  But she was shooting for at least
three more.  she tried to argue that she had to invite them all.  It
wouldn't be fair to leave one out and invite the other two.  But mom looked
stressed.  If I was at a friend's house all evening, she alone would be
woefully outnumbered by six girls hopped up on candy.  I decided it would
just be too much for mom and made Lucy settle for just Grace and Katherine.
She was still overjoyed and ran to the phone to invite them.

   Once the party was confirmed, she now had to come up with a costume
idea. Naturally, the idea of matching costumes came up.  But what could
three girls go as for Halloween?  The Three Musketeers?  Not exactly
exciting for three 12-year-old girls (or 11.9 in Lucy's case).  Then there
were the old traditionals; ghosts, vampires, witches.  But nobody wanted to
wear green paint on their face.  For a while, they were seriously
considering asking Mr.  Beski to make them into black cats.  It probably
would have made a cute sight.  But then, Lucy got hooked on a vision and
couldn't let it go: devils and angels.

   Not bad, but how do you make it work with three people?  She
brainstormed and came up with a clever solution.  Katherine would dress up
as a devil while Grace would be an angel.  And Lucy would stand in the
middle dressed up as half a devil and half an angel; like her soul was
hanging in the balance and Katherine and Grace were each trying to lure her
to their side.

   It was actually kinda genius.  To do all that yourself would be very
expensive.  Basically, you would have to buy to complete costumes, cut them
down the middle, then sew the two halves back together.  Fortunately, they
had access to a very skilled tailor who was willing to make it from scratch
and didn't charge for labor.

   She went over after school the next day to make her request in person;
fully dressed, this time.  If you're wondering why, it was worth noting
that Lucy wore clothes to visit Mr.  Beski...it's a long story.  He was
delighted and agreed on the spot.  Assuming our family was still struggling
to make ends meet, he even offered to pay for the fabric.  His only request
was that the three girls submit to a measurement's session and perhaps a
final fitting when the time got closer.

   Lucy balked at that request.  She didn't want to submit her friends to
that humiliation.  Instead, she offered herself and asked if he could just
use her measurements as a pattern for all three.  He reluctantly accepted
and had Lucy strip naked so he could update his measurements for her.  It
had been a couple months since he had last taken them, after all.  Once
that was done, it looked like smooth sailing.  But almost immediately,
things started to go wrong, and they kept going wrong right up until
Halloween night.  And Lucy's Halloween Sleepover Spectacular nearly turned
into a nightmare.

   The first setback could have been chalked up to cultural idiosyncrasies.
I had agreed, after she begged me, to accompany her over to Mr.  Beski's
house a couple weeks later to check in on the progress.  It turns out old
Hungarians have a different idea of what a devil looks like.  His first
attempt at that costume looked more like an ugly sheep.  It was very lumpy
and unattractive; nothing like Lucy's original vision.  She was expecting a
modern, American devil.

   She ran home and came back with a magazine she had bought of costume
ideas.  She explained that all three costumes had to have a cohesive look.
But they also needed to be cute.  That was the whole point of having them
custom-made.  She showed him a bunch of different costumes and called out
various things or features she liked about them.  I was kind of bored.  Why
hadn't she done this before he wasted his time and money on a something
that would have to be thrown out?

   Slowly, Mr.  Beski started to get the idea.  He suggested starting with
a leotard base and working from there.  I noticed he kept turning back to
one page that had a spread of sexy costumes for adults; probably because
there were lots of costumes on that page with a leotard base.  I had
already perused that page so I knew what it contained.  Slutty nurses, sexy
mummies, plenty of skin and miles of gauze.  There was even one woman
dressed like an angel.  But the fabric of her top was so sheer, she had her
hands over her breasts to keep the photo from being too racy for public
consumption.

   He asked if he could keep the magazine for reference.  As expected, he
would have to throw out his work and start over.  He would also have to
order all new material, white for the angel and red for the devil.  That
is, until Lucy suggested black with red trim for the devil.  She said black
would make a better contrast on Lucy's costume.  It was going to be close,
and they would have to scrap the rehearsal fitting, but he estimated he
could still have them all done in time for Halloween night.

   While did the bulk of the work, Lucy and her friends were far from idle.
Aside from the main costume which he was working on, they were responsible
for shoes and accessories.  The girls spent every day after school (and too
much money) on it.  It was decided that Katherine would be the devil.  They
tried to make a pitchfork before giving up and buying one along with a
headband they found with red horns on it.  She also got a shiny new pair of
black open-toe shoes with straps running up her legs and even a little
heel.

   Grace got to be the angel.  For her, they were actually able to build a
harp out of cardboard with string for the, uh, strings.  They also got her
a white skirt which they glued cotton balls all over to look like she would
have a cloud floating around her wherever she went.  She already had a pair
of white ballerina shoes she could wear.  And to top it off, she got a
sparkly, silver halo.  The decision on tights or socks was still up in the
air and could be a night-time decision.

   I wasn't sure how Lucy's accessories were coming together.  For example,
we couldn't afford two new pairs of shoes just so she could wear one of
each color.  But she kept working on it and I expected she would figure
something out.  Of course, I wasn't involved in any of the shopping or
preparation.  I was in the dark about it all until Halloween night. 
However, I did notice mom's looks of distress whenever they returned from
yet another supplies run.  It wasn't just the costume.  There was also hair
and make-up to consider.  What a racket!

   One day, I guess it suddenly occurred to Lucy to ask me what I was going
to be for Halloween.  She had wanted to run to the store again, but mom was
gone to work.  When I told her I didn't even know if I was going
trick-or-treating this year and was probably going to just hang out with my
friends, she was stunned.  Like she didn't even know that was something
people did.  When she realized for the first time that I probably wouldn't
be around for Halloween evening, she started pouting.

   "Come on, Mikeeee!" she whined, "You have to go trick-or-treating.  Why
don't you go with us?"

   "As what?" I replied.  "I don't have a costume.  Besides, you girls have
a whole theme.  I would just look out of place."

   I hadn't meant to make her pout, so I tried to cheer her up.  "Hey, look
on the bright side." I said, "Maybe your costumes won't be ready in time."

   She looked up at me in fright.  Oof, that backfired.  I quickly tried to
salvage things by clumsily turning it into a joke.  "I meant, uh, if
they're not ready, you won't have anything to wear either.  Then we could
all go together, as nudists!"

   Lucy blinked at my salacious attempt at humor.  But at least her pouting
stopped.  She pondered for a moment then said something unexpected.

   "They like you; you know?  Grace and Katherine.  They think you're
cute."

   My heart skipped a beat.  I tried to play it cool.

   "Oh, yeah?" I asked.

   "Yeah, " she replied, "they keep asking if you have a girlfriend.  And
they were hoping you were going to be here to hang out on Halloween.  Oh,
well, I'm sure someone will take pictures.  I think Grace has a Polaroid
camera."

   HOLY SHIT.  Katherine and Grace think I'm cute?!  What did she mean by
"they keep asking"?  As in, they couldn't stop asking about me?  I
desperately wanted to interrogate her for more information, but instead I
managed a hopefully disinterested "Hmm".

   After about a minute, I excused myself and went to ponder the
implications alone.  I even considered cancelling my own plans.  But how
desperate would I look in front of my classmates if they found out I bailed
on them just to go spend the evening with some sixth graders who had shown
some interest in me?

   But Katherine and Grace were no ordinary sixth graders.  Other than Lucy
they were, by far, the hottest girls in their school.  If Lucy was a 10,
they were 9.9's.  I didn't go through with cancelling, but I did very
seriously consider it and had trouble falling asleep that night.

   When the big night finally arrived, Lucy had so much nervous energy, she
looked like she would explode.  She bounded from room to room like a caged
kangaroo.  At one point, she literally bounced off the wall.  Remember when
I said the whole event was almost a nightmare?  That was the reason for her
nerves.  Mr.  Beski had called earlier in the day to say the girls'
costumes still weren't ready.  He was working furiously and would call to
let us know when we could come pick them up.  The other girls were due to
arrive any second and would need time to get ready before hitting the
neighborhood.

   I was about to walk out the door to bike to my own evening festivities
when the phone finally rang.  Lucy beat everyone to it and answered it with
a glimmer of hope.  But it was just mom's boss.

   "Why would he be calling so late?" mom wondered aloud, then took the
phone from Lucy.  My sister didn't move away, though.  She needed mom to
get off the phone quickly in case Mr.  Beski was trying to call.  As she
listened to the man talk, mom's face gradually turned from happiness to
dismay.  Lucy was watching, too.  And by the time mom hung up, Lucy was
bawling.  She didn't even know what had happened yet, but she just knew the
news was bad.

   Apparently, A couple of clients were grumbling about not being
appreciated.  They played poker with mom's boss all the time.  So, he
figured an evening of explaining the benefits of our product over a poker
table could smooth things over.  He had booked a conference room at a hotel
about an hour away and they were going to host these clients for an evening
of poker and schmoozing.

   Mom looked so distraught.  She was ready to help her daughter have a
spectacular and memorable Halloween evening and sleepover.  And now her
boss had just called an emergency overnight business trip.  Worst of all,
she wouldn't be any help.  She didn't even know how to play poker!  But her
boss made it clear that attendance was mandatory.  Or she would be fired.
Lucy somehow started crying even harder as her evening prospects circled
the drain.  What else could I do?

   "It's OK, mom.  You go on.  I'll stay here." I offered.  I was a little
bummed to be missing out on the haunted house, but I couldn't stand to see
my sister so devastated.

   Lucy continued lightly sobbing, but it looked like the waterworks were
slowing down as she tried to follow what was happening.  Had she been in
her right mind, mom would have called the other parents to see if the
sleepover could have a last-minute venue change.  Or maybe let me be in
charge for trick-or-treating then send Katherine and Grace home.

   Had she been in her right mind, she would have told her boss to shove
this last minute "business trip" which was really an excuse to play poker
with his buddies on Halloween night up his ass.  But none of that happened.
Instead, she turned to me, her surrogate co-parent, and said "Thanks,
Michael.  I know you're disappointed.  I'm disappointed, too.  But you know
how much tonight means to Lucy."

   I nodded solemnly.  When Lucy realized what was happening, she ran over
and gave me the biggest hug which made it all worthwhile.  Mom said, "Lucy,
Michael is giving up his night for you.  You better think up some way to
make it up to him."

   Between sniffles she said, "Oh, Yes, mama!  I will, I promise!"

   Just then, two things rang at once: the doorbell and the phone.  The
evening had begun!



   Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle -
Part 2

   While Lucy went to welcome the other girls in at the front door, mom
talked to Mr.  Beski on the phone.  The costumes were, in his words, "as
ready as they can be".  The girls appeared at the doorway to the kitchen
talking a mile a minute.  It looked like Lucy had rallied and was now, once
again, excited about her evening.  Katherine and Grace were each carrying
an overnight bag as well as make-up and hair supplies.  I bashfully said
"hi" to them (they think I'm cute!) then excused myself to go get the
costumes.

   Mr.  Beski invited me in.  He was muttering to himself about how he
didn't like being rushed.  I was worried he would invite me to sit down for
tea or something.  Did he know the girls were back at our house waiting for
their costumes right this minute?

   "T'vas very difficult, dis materiel." he was trying to explain through
his thick accent.  He seemed particularly concerned about Lucy's costume.
Apparently, the two different colors of her fabric had been a challenge to
sew together without an ugly seam showing right down the middle.  He had
resorted to hand-stitching it which is why it had taken so long.  But I
wasn't here for a soliloquy about his difficulties.

   I swept the three costumes off the table and into my arms,
underestimating how light they would be.  It caused my arm motions to be
exaggerated and I swung them too high when I lifted.  I heard something
tear as one of the costumes snagged on lamp that had been bolted to the
worktable.  It was Lucy's costume.  Mr.  Beski flinched and showed me where
I had ripped out some of the stitching at the collar.  He said I had to be
more careful and explained it was very delicate, only good for one night.

   He offered to fix the tear, but I knew we didn't have time for that.  It
didn't look too bad to me.  Where it would be on her, right in the middle
up close to her neck would almost look intentional.  I thanked him and said
he could see the girls later when they made it around to his house.  I
rushed back home to see mom had thrown together her own overnight bag for
her business trip.  She looked disheveled and tired but assured me she
would be fine.  I told her not to worry and that I would take care of
things here, which seemed to calm her.  She thanked me again and then she
was gone.  My heart picked that moment to start pounding, for some reason.

   As I climbed the staircase to deliver the girls' costumes, constant
peals of laughter wafted down from the direction of Lucy's room.  I knocked
on her door and everything went quiet inside.  Lucy was wearing a robe when
she answered the door.  Katherine peeked around from behind the door.

   She had straight black hair that would have come down to her shoulders,
except it curled in the bottom and framed her face.  Her big, brown eyes
studied me with an occasional slow blink which accentuated her long
eyelashes.  She was lithe like a cat and had a devilish grin on her face
which came with the cutest dimples.  She was mostly concealed behind the
door, but I could still see one strap of her training bra on her shoulder.
That meant she wasn't wearing a robe and was likely just in her underwear.
She played with the doorknob, moving the door back and forth, teasing me
with the chance of letting me have a peek at what was behind it.

   Just then I noticed some motion on my periphery.  I turned just in time
to see the briefest white flash disappear.  It was Grace.  She had gone to
the bathroom and was coming back.  Since she, too, was only wearing her
underwear, she must have fled when she saw me standing in the hall.  Sure
enough, a few seconds later, she re-emerged, this time wrapped in a white
towel, and came toward me.

   Grace was the shortest girl in the trio, if only by an inch or two.  And
while the towel did cover everything important, I was enthralled by the way
she walked.  Her feet fell in a straight line causing her legs to almost
cross over each other and her hips to swivel back and forth as she walked.
And even though she wasn't really showing anything intimate, other than
maybe the bra straps peeking over the top, there's something alluring about
a girl in a towel.

   Grace's hair was straight, similar to Katherine's only a bit longer and
blonde.  It also didn't curve in at the bottom, but just rested on her
shoulders.  She wasn't as blonde as Lucy, though.  More like the lightest
shade of strawberry blonde.

   She stared at the floor as she approached, squeezing the top of her
towel in one fist.  She kept darting her eyes up at me nervously, as if I
was a viper who would strike if she let her guard down.  She finally
acknowledged me with a blushing smile as she passed by and disappeared into
Lucy's room, her eyes were big and pale blue like the sky, not as piercing
as Lucy's.

   Lucy said "Thanks Mikey" as I handed her the costumes.  Katherine added
a playful "Yeah, thanks Mikey!"

   Lucy then instructed that they were going to need the entire upstairs to
get ready.  So, would I please stay downstairs and give them some privacy?
I wanted to explain that I wasn't spying on them and meant to give them
space as soon as I had delivered their costumes.  But it was pointless to
argue, so I just I agreed.  As soon as her door closed, the entire room
exploded in a cacophony of giggles.

   I left the upstairs to the girls and went to double-check the
instructions for the pot pie that mom had already started thawing.  I set
the oven preheating, then settled in the living room to wait, occasionally
answering the door for an early trick-or-treater.  It was still light out
and only the very young children were out at this time.  Since our
neighborhood was full of old people, it didn't get nearly as much traffic
on Halloween night as others nearby, but there were always a few kids.

   Knowing Lucy, I had expected to be waiting a long time.  She was
practically 12 and already took forever to get ready.  I couldn't imagine
what it would be like once she was a teenager.  But she surprised me when,
only few minutes later, I heard her yell "Miiiikeeeeeeey, we neeeeed you!".

   What now?  I jumped up and rushed to her aid.  This time there was a
lump in my shorts as well as my throat.

   Lucy met me at the door to her bedroom.  This time she only opened it a
crack and was hiding behind it, but I could tell she was now wearing her
costume.  "We need your opinion on something, Mikey." she said, then slowly
opened the door.  Katherine and Grace were standing across the room in
their costumes, awaiting my entrance.  Lucy let me enter then went over to
stand between them.

   They were far from ready.  They hadn't even started on their hair or
make-up.  But they must have been eager to try on their costumes, first. 
The effect was exactly as Lucy had envisioned.  Katherine stood on her
right side in her black and red devil costume.  Grace was on her right
dressed in the pure white of an angel.  And, of course, Lucy, with her
half-and-half costume, belonged right in the middle.  It reminded me of
those stories where a little angel and devil would each sit on a person's
shoulder and act as their conscience.  Grace and Katherine were both vying
to attract Lucy to their side, and by the colors she was wearing, her
conscience was split 50-50 at the moment.

   As far as Halloween costume theming went, it was a grand slam.  But in
the execution, there were a few glaring issues.  Most importantly, all
three costumes were practically transparent.  I stared at the girls for a
few seconds wondering if I had suddenly been granted the superpower of
x-ray vision.  Then I realized my eyes were bulging and forced myself to
blink.

   Mr.  Beski, may every blessing be upon him, had tried to follow Lucy's
instructions.  He had indeed made all three costumes in a leotard style
like the magazine she had given him.  But he must have chosen his material
from one of the "adult" pages.  The leotards outlined the girls, fitting
their bodies like one-piece swimsuits, except with long sleeves attached.
However, they did nothing to keep their bodies from showing through.  The
only variation between each was the color of the fabric.

   Of the three, little Grace was the most covered because of her cotton
ball cloud skirt.  But her upper torso only had a thin layer of white
gauze. I could see every detail of her little bra through the material of
her costume.  I was surprised to see it wasn't a training bra, but a real
one!  Grace was developing a bit faster than the other girls in that area,
so it made sense.  Instead of a camisole, she actually had two little cups
encasing her boobs.  She was probably no more than an "A" cup, but on her
small frame, they did look proportionally bigger.  The bra cups narrowed
into a latch right in the middle of her chest.  She had other accessories
yet to put on, white tights, angel wings, her harp, and of course, a halo.

   In attempt to avoid lingering too long on Grace's skimpy costume, I
turned my attention over to Katherine.  That was a mistake because I'm sure
ended up leering just as lecherously at her.  Katherine's situation was
sort of an inverse of Grace.  On her shoulders, she wore a rich black cape
with shiny red lining and a velvet rope trim.  Well, it was more of a
half-cape because it didn't even reach down to her waist.

   Her leotard was naturally the opposite color of Grace's, but equally
thin and transparent.  The black coloring made a nice contrast to her
creamy, white skin.  Her cape tied at the neck and made to lay down her
back, but perhaps too shy to let me see her training bra, she currently
held her cape wrapped tightly around her upper torso like a shawl. 
However, unlike Grace, she did not have the benefit of a skirt to protect
her lower half or her long legs.

   While grace stood confidently in her skirt, Katherine had a more
reserved stance with one foot on top of the other and her knees almost
touching.  Her white panties showed clearly through the leotard, its fabric
wrinkling the smooth shape of her hips and its stark color ruining the red
and black motif Mr.  Beski had been aiming for.

   All three girls were statuesque in their appearance with only minor
differences.  Grace seemed proud of the fact that she was ahead of the
other girls in her breast development.  Also, she kept licking her lips
which were a little fuller than the others and had a slight, natural pucker
to them.  When she smiled, her little, upturned nose wrinkled in an
adorable manner.

   Katherine was taller but also slimmer.  She hadn't caught up to Lucy or
Grace in the breast department yet, but she more than made up for it down
below.  I later learned that Katherine's grandparents had bought her a
horse and she loved to go horseback riding.  Apparently, that sort of
exercise can really develop your bottom.  Her ass was so tight, that when
she stood, the two halves of her bottom separated.  But it wasn't just her
bottom.  Her entire legs, from the thighs on down, were sculpted
perfection. And she had the most noticeable thigh gap of the three, even
with her knees closed tightly to the world.

   Don't get me wrong, while each girl had exceptional attributes here and
there, Lucy was the total package.  When she spoke just then, it snapped me
out of the trance I had been in.

   "Mikey, we have a problem and need your opinion." She explained.

   Then she stared to say, "Grace thinks that...", but then Grace huffed
loudly and shot her a death stare.  Grace didn't want to be thrown under
the bus.  So, Lucy changed the wording.  "Grace, and Katherine, think that
these costumes are too thin.  I don't think that's the problem, but I agree
something is wrong.  Can you help?"

   Lucy had neither the benefit of a skirt, nor a cape.  So, she was just
standing there in her leotard with one hand on her hip.  She probably
should have been a bit more scandalized to be showing me so much skin;
especially in front of her two best friends.  But I had already seen so
much more of her that this was pretty mild.  The fact that she showed no
embarrassment probably worked in her favor.

   "Hmm..." I appraised them with a hand on my chin, trying my best to look
more like a fashion critic and less like a horny 13-year-old boy.  Without
a word, I twirled my finger in the air indicating that they should turn
around.  I only did it so I could get a good look at Katherine from behind.
While I was trying to calculate how far a quarter would bounce off her ass,
it did remind me of one actual problem.  Her white panties were a
distraction, and they did look out of place beneath her black leotard.

   Lucy too had an underwear problem.  She had put on mismatched pair with
a white training bra and black panties in a poor attempt at color balance.
It didn't look right at all and messed up the vertical half-and-half image
she was striving for.  In addition, her underwear bulged out weirdly in all
the wrong places under the leotard.

   I was ready to state my opinion.  "I don't think you have anything to
worry about." I assured them.  "It only looks a little weird in here under
the harsh lights.  It will look totally fine outside at night."

   Then I added, "There is one thing, Katherine." She looked at me in
terror at being called out by name.  "I don't know how to say this
delicately, but your underwear does kind of show through, only because it's
white, I think?" I pretended I couldn't really tell what color her panties
were even though they were obviously white.  She blushed and somehow
squeezed her legs even closer together but nodded at my advice.

   Then I noted, "Lucy, you have the same problem." I glanced over at
Grace. She looked mortified that I was going to start discussing her
underwear next.  But because of her skirt, I had no idea what color her
panties where.  And it didn't really matter.  I could have mentioned how
her bra stretched out the fabric of her leotard in ways Mr.  Beski probably
didn't intend.  But I felt that was going a bit too far.

   Having said my peace, I expected to be dismissed.  But the girls kicked
into problem-solving mode, turned to each other, and all started talking at
once.  Katherine asked if she could trade panties with Lucy.  That would
help her situation some.  But what about her training bra?  It was white,
too!  Grace had a black bra, but it would be too big for Katherine's
smaller chest.  And that left poor Lucy.  She had not planned this through
very well, because she couldn't wear black or white underwear!

   I realized they must have forgotten I was still when they began
discussing intimate matters that weren't appropriate for me.  So, I decided
to dismiss myself.  I reached the end of the hall and started back down the
stairs when Lucy came running up to me from behind.  She gave me another
huge hug of thanks.

   "Thank you, Mikey!" She said with a quiver of relief in her voice. 
"When they saw the costumes, they were about to back out.  But I think you
convinced them.  I owe you one.  I really didn't want these crummy costumes
to make us miss trick-or-treating."

   "You don't owe me one," I assured her, "you actually owe me two; one for
this, and one for making me miss the haunted house.  Anyway, your costumes
are not crummy.  They're really cool.  You did a good job on the design. 
When you all stand together, you all just look perfect!"

   She beamed at my compliment, but then her smile faded.  "Katherine and
Grace will look perfect.  But mine is still all messed up because of my
stupid underwear."

   Then almost as a joke I said "Hey, maybe you don't need underwear!" That
got her attention!

   "I bet Mr.  Beski designed these costumes to be worn without underwear.
That's why they don't fit you right, either.  You've been wearing them all
wrong!"

   She looked down at herself and I could see she was considering it.  That
was one brave little girl.  Or reckless, who knows?  Then she looked back
up at me with a smirk and a gleam in her eye.

   "...Dare me?"

   I should have immediately said "No, way!".  Without her underwear, my
sister would be woefully underdressed.  Trick-or-treating from house to
house in a transparent costume where you're meant to be seen by all your
neighbors, not to mention all the other kids out roaming around.  That was
not the time to attempt daring exploits.  I should have convinced her to
wear something else, or just go as she is.  I should have said her
underwear wouldn't show that badly in the dark.  I...might be a bad person.
Because instead of doing what I should, Mikey Jr.  took control and I
doubled down.

   "It wouldn't be fair, Goosey." I began with a heaping of feigned regret
in my voice.

   When she was very little, Lucy wanted to be just like me.  She used to
follow me around everywhere like a baby duckling follows their mother.  I
started calling her "Lucy Goosey", then just "Goosey".  She would get so
mad and stomp her feet saying in her fiercest little girl voice "I am not a
Goosey!  I'm a Lucy!"

   But now that she was older, I meant it as a term of endearment.  Goosey
was growing up, and she had her own gaggle of gorgeous girls following her
everywhere she went, wanting to be just like her.

   Lucy looked disappointed and confused, but then I clarified my meaning.
"It wouldn't be fair to your guests if you take the dare all for yourself."

   The confusion disappeared from her face and wide-eyed astonishment
replaced it.

   "Also, I doubt your friends would accept a dare from me directly. 
That's why I need your help.  If you do this for me, even though you owe me
two, we'll call it even.  Deal?"

   While I spoke, she started buzzing with excitement at the prospect of
another dare.  She accepted the deal immediately then stood in quiet
anticipation of my next words.

   "Lucy, I dare you to go trick-or-treating tonight in your costume, but
without any underwear on.  Furthermore, I know you have a lot of influence
on your friends.  They look up to you.  So, I want you to use tonight to
find ways to get your friends to loosen up.  I dare you to convince
Katherine and Grace to each let me see them naked before the end of the
sleepover."

   Lucy's eyes fluttered and I smiled to myself.  I knew she would do
everything in her power to complete that dare.  And no matter how much she
accomplished, I knew I was going to be the beneficiary of her efforts.

   Before she left to resume getting ready, I noticed a loose gossamer
thread dangling from her costume near her neck.  I would have ignored it,
but it was right there front and center and caught the light whenever she
moved.  I reached out to helpfully yank it free, but it proved more
stubborn than I had anticipated.  Instead of yanking the thread free, I
accidentally ripped the seam in the middle of her costume open all the way
down to her training bra.  Oops!

   I assured her the costume still looked ok and the rip just made it look
like a V neck.  Then I took off before I did any more damage and headed
downstairs.  My brain was so filled with distracting fantasies, I saw the
pot pie on the counter and almost put it back in the freezer!  I had to be
more careful.  I put it in the oven and set the timer.  It would be ready
in about 1 1/2 hours, but could keep warm for hours, if I remembered to
turn the oven down.

   I answered the door on and off for the next hour, handing out treats and
trying to imagine what was going on upstairs.  Was Lucy already working her
influence on them?  Or was she just focused on getting through the first
part of the dare?  No one had bolted from the house in a cloud of outrage.
At least that was a good sign, right?  One thing, I knew for sure.  Lucy
would not chicken out.  Something was going to happen tonight!

   I had the biggest woody in my life to that point and desperately wanted
to take care of it.  I hadn't done it since the day before.  That was a
long stretch for a 13-year-old boy.  But my primary jacking spots, my
bedroom and the upstairs bathroom were off limits at the moment.  Even
though the flood of pleasurable hormones kept coming in waves, I decided to
be a man and tough it out.

   After sunset, the crowds of kids started getting older.  Some were my
age and even a few groups looked older than me.  But I felt like they were
almost doing it ironically and didn't put much effort into their costumes.
I only gave them a single treat each.  There were a few good costumes, and
some good themes.  But nothing compared to what Lucy had come up with. 
When the traffic got more sparce, I started to get nervous that the girls
would not finish getting ready in time.  How long do old people stay up on
Halloween before they turn their porch lights off and go to bed?

   Then, finally, that musical siren call came to me.  "Miiikeeey, come
heeere!"

   It was Lucy.  I burst from my spot and rushed up the stairs, on the way
adjusting my erection to be less obvious.  I wiped my sweating hands on my
shorts then knocked on the door.  My sister answered, only opening it a
crack.

   "Are you ready to see?" she asked.

   I nodded silently.

   "Ok, close your eyes." she said.

   With my eyes firmly closed, she opened the door fully and led me into
the room.  I had to wait while she got herself into position between her
friends.  Then she told me to count to three and open my eyes.  I took a
deep, unsteady breath.  This was it.

   "One...two...three."

   Nipples.  I think I stopped breathing.  I think my heart might have
stopped beating.  I think time itself might have even stopped.  The first
thing I noticed, standing across the room, and pointing right at me, were
three pairs of nipples.  Six beautiful, perfect, perky nipples belonging to
three of the hottest girls in existence, and they were right there for my
pleasure.

   Lucy must have borrowed my theory that Mr.  Beski's custom design did
not leave room for frumpy old bras.  Somehow, she had convinced them to go
without bras and just wear their leotards on top.  I was so dumbstruck by
the six unexpected nipples, I realized I was staring, but I didn't care.  I
needed more time to fully appreciate the scene and reassess the girls in
light of their new exposure.

   I started with Grace.  Her nipples were small, but perfectly round with
little pointed tips.  They looked pale, but that might have been the
white-tinted clear fabric encasing them.  They sat atop her perky rounded
breasts which were just big enough to cast a shadow beneath them; an
impressive accomplishment for a 12-year-old.  Even without her bra, the
fabric distorted a bit around her breasts, especially when she drew in a
breath.  But then I remembered Mr.  Beski had used Lucy as a model for
Grace's costume.  That's why she was stretched to the limit up there.

   The leotard material molded perfectly, not only to her bare chest, but
to every curve on her upper body.  It was truly a magical creation.  But
there was even more to look at.  Her hair had been put up in a
sophisticated updo with white ribbons and curly blonde tendrils hanging
down.  That looked like Lucy's doing.  She was getting really good at hair.

   There was white glitter on her eyelids which caused her eyes to sparkle
when she blinked, and she wore silver earrings and silver halo which also
both twinkled.  I couldn't tell if she was wearing any lipstick on her
perfectly puckered lips.  Perhaps they decided it was not appropriate for
an angel to be tarted up like that.  She truly did look angelic as she was
and didn't need any more make-up.

   She wore white tights on her legs.  But to my surprise, they were thigh
high stockings and did not even reach the bottom of her skirt.  That left a
little stripe of white cherubic thigh peeking out.  She had white, flat
ballet slippers on her feet.

   I could see something peeking out from behind her and wanted a better
look.  So, I silently twirled my finger to indicate that she should give me
a turn.  Her costume may not have come with a fancy cape, buy Mr.  Beski
had not left her out.  The leotards all scooped down in back.  And in that
spot between Grace's shoulder blades sprouted the most beautiful pair of
angel wings.  The wings were delicate and impossibly thin, like dragonfly
wings, but with an intricate design on them.  Unlike some cheap
store-bought wings, these came with a special adhesive so they could be
glued directly onto her bare back.

   She was holding her cardboard harp in one hand.  As she slowly finished
her spin, I got to watch her little developing breasts once again rotate
into sight.  She noticed me looking at her boobies and started to lift the
harp to cover her chest, but then caught herself and lowered it back to her
side.  Lucy must have coached her up ahead of time not to do that and that
it would ruin the scene.  She instead stared at a spot on the floor as a
light blush formed on her cheeks.  It looked way better than any make-up
she could have put on.

   I committed the sight to memory then moved my attention to Katherine. 
Lucy must have coached her up as well because she now had her cape drawn
back behind her as it was meant to be worn.  That gave me an unobstructed
view of her little developing fruits.  She was perhaps a few months behind
the other girls in the breast department, but she did have a nice pair
sprouting from her chest.  Not quite big enough to require a proper bra
yet, but they would have certainly been more than capable of filling out a
training bra.

   They sloped out in front of her chest with enough volume to distort the
front of her black leotard.  Her breast cones were capped by the cutest
little pokeys.  Her little engorged nipples looked darker than the other
girls, almost red.  But that might have been the black fabric playing
tricks on me.

   Her hair had similarly been put up in a sophisticated do with little red
serpents woven in to hold it together and a hairband with red horns on top.
She wasn't wearing a skirt, so I could see that Lucy had loaned her a pair
of black panties to wear under her leotard.  It didn't do too much to ruin
the curve of her body.  She was not wearing tights, so was bare from her
thighs down to her sandals.

   She had bright red lipstick on, which accentuated her nipples nicely,
and was holding a toy pitchfork.  I guess devils didn't have to worry about
looking like tarts.  She had also painted her finger and toenails black and
wore a black choker around her neck.

   I twirled my finger at her, and she performed a slow turn for me.  Now
that she was wearing heels, her legs and ass looked even more amazing.  I
took a mental picture of her incredibly tight behind, now encased in black
panties beneath her leotard, before she completed her spin.  She looked at
me for approval and I nodded my head knowingly.  It made her blush and
smile and I got to see those adorable dimples again.  Then I turned my
attention to Lucy.

   Lucy's costume didn't come with as many extras as the other girls.  She
didn't have wings or a cape, for example.  No harp or pitchfork.  Not even
shoes.  The leotard itself was meant to be the focal point.  And, boy, did
it draw my focus!  Because, staying true to her dare, Lucy was wearing no
underwear on at all.

   Her swelling breasts and pale nipples stood proud on her chest; one
black and one white from the fabric of the costume.  I noticed the split in
her center seam had widened.  It now came down to her belly button leaving
her breastbone and the inner edges of her breasts exposed.  Not that the
gap mattered much, because you could basically see the rest of her breasts
just by looking through the fabric.

   But the black and white seam came together at her flat tummy and
continued down her body as if drawing attention to the real prize.  The
leotard narrowed at her hip bones, and everything converged at her
protruding mound.  There the leotard encased each of her plump little pussy
lips in fabric, one black and one white.  Cradling them but not doing a
very good job of concealing them.  The seam also molded to her body very
closely and served to pull her pussy lips apart from each other.  There
nestled in the middle of her slightly spread pussy was...something.  I
didn't really know female anatomy at the time.  I just knew it looked juicy
and pink and made me want more.  The seam disappeared into the gap between
her legs.

   I tried to swallow then realized I couldn't because my mouth was bone
dry.  So, I tried to lick my lips instead.  Stupid me!  That was an utter
failure, too.  I think Lucy's display had broken my mind.  I gave up trying
to squeeze any moisture from my uncooperative saliva glands and just
twirled my finger at her.

   Like I said, she wasn't wearing a skirt or a cape, so basically her
entire backside was naked, except for a little section of nearly
transparent fabric encasing her beautiful round bottom.  Her legs were bare
like Katherine's.  But unlike Katherine, she was barefoot.  But she had
glued cotton balls around her left leg and had painted flames up the other
to make it look like she had one foot in heaven and one in hell.  For her
head, she had made a special hairband with one horn and half a halo, split
right down the middle.

   "So, what do you think?" she asked once she had completed her turn.

   I told her she had pulled off an epic, spectacular Halloween costume
idea for the ages, and that she should be proud to have such amazing,
supportive friends.  At least, I opened my mouth to start to say something
to that effect.  But instead of words coming out, my jaw just hung open and
I drooled a little bit.  Talk about the absolute worst time for my stupid
saliva glands to start working again!

   Lucy grinned and said to her friends, "I think he likes it, girls!"
which drew nervous giggles in response.

   I was supposed to be directing the evening, but those three beautiful
girls and their revealing costumes rendered me useless.  So, Lucy took
charge.

   "Come on, girls, we have to hurry if we're going to get any candy. 
Grace, grab your camera.  Mikey can take some pictures of our costumes
before we leave."

   At the mention of candy, the girls tittered with excitement and sprang
into action.  After spending so much time obsessing over their maturing
bodies, I forgot how immature they could still be.  I think they were
actually more excited about the candy than they had been about the
costumes. I, on the other hand, was more excited about the mention of a
camera!

   They gathered up their accessories along with one plastic pumpkin each,
for candy, and hustled downstairs.  I met them at the front door and Grace
handed me her Polaroid camera.  I had never used one before, but it seemed
easy enough.

   They posed together in the entryway, Katherine on the right with her hip
cocked to one side and a devilish grin.  Grace stood on the left and
adopted a serene, angelic pose.  And Lucy stood in the middle with her legs
apart, her arms wrapped around each friend's shoulders, and the biggest
smile on her face.  I took a moment to appreciate the six adorable nipples
poking up at me, then I looked through the viewfinder and said, "everyone
say 'trick-or-treat'!"

   They had me take three, so each girl could have one copy.  When the last
flash went off, the girls came running and huddled around watching for the
image to appear.  I was hit by an intoxicating scent and tried not to gawk
at their scantily clad bodies while we waited.  Like magic, about a minute
later, an image of three woefully underdressed girls appeared in my hand. I
took one last look at it, then reluctantly handed it over.  That single
photograph could have sustained my erotic fantasies for years!  Lucy must
have sensed my disappointment because she then made a suggestion.

   "Hey, why don't we take a picture for Mikey?" she proposed.  "After all,
we wouldn't have made it without him!"

   She then decided I should be in the picture with Grace and Katherine on
either side.  It didn't make any sense from a theming standpoint, but I
wasn't going to argue.  She positioned me in front of the door where the
lighting was best then told Katherine and Grace to go stand next to me.  I
stood awkwardly in the middle, suddenly too shy to even look at the girls,
much less touch them.  Grace hugged her harp to her chest and stared at the
ground again while Katherine pulled her cape around her.  Apparently, the
sudden shyness was spreading.

   Lucy was having none of it.  She cajoled the girls into a better pose
and said, "Remember what we talked about?"

   Reluctantly, they both corrected their costumes, effectively baring
their chests for the picture.  Then Lucy ordered them to put an arm around
me.  First Grace, then Katherine complied and I, hardly knowing how to
respond, gently lifted my arms to hug their shoulders.  They both seemed to
relax at that, so I did too.

   Then Lucy lined up the viewfinder and said, "On the count of 3,
everyone, say 'girlfriend'!  1-2-3!"

   Grace and Katherine both called out "girlfriend!" then erupted in a
chorus of laughter after the flash went off.

   I, too, had tried to say it, I really did.  But the resulting picture
proved otherwise.  It showed my mouth agape and nowhere near the shape of
the word "girlfriend".  Still, the girls looked great.  They were both
smiling perfectly in the picture and posing for the camera like
professional models.  Their barely encased breasts with high beams showing
were the highlight of the picture.  Lucy presented it to me as reward for
my contribution.  I still treasure that picture to this day and often take
it out whenever I feel like...reminiscing.

   Katherine and Grace then went onto the porch eager to get started, but
Lucy tarried.

   "I don't know if I can do this, Mikey!' she said nervously.  I knew she
was talking about her dare.  To complete it, she had to go
trick-or-treating in her costume with no underwear.  That alone would have
been embarrassing enough, but since accepting the dare, the situation had
only deteriorated.  Her center seam had unraveled even further.  The gap
now started well below her waist and only a couple inches above her pussy.
She had resorted to regularly pulling the top halves back together to keep
her boobs from popping out.

   "You're doing great, Goosey." I assured her.  "Don't worry, you'll be
done trick-or-treating before you know it and back here with a huge sack of
candy."

   That seemed to motivate her.  I was sure to add, "But don't forget. 
That's just the first half of your dare."

   She grinned and said with fierce determination, "Don't worry, I know I
still owe you two.  I haven't forgotten.  And I never fail!" She gave me a
hug and as she turned away to step out the door, I got to appreciate her
spectacular bottom once more.  That's when I noticed the rear seam at the
small of her back was starting to unravel and a gap was forming.  All that
tugging in front must have been putting too much strain on the back.  I
briefly considered warning her but figured it would only make her more
anxious.  So, I just let her go.  I doubted anybody would be looking at the
small of her back when there were other much more interesting parts of her
body on display.

   Once the girls were gone, I checked on the pot pie.  It was finished, so
I switched the oven to "keep warm".  Then, still on trick-or-treating duty,
I returned to the living room.  I stared at my new Polaroid picture of
Katherine and Grace, my own personal angel and devil, who I knew for a fact
thought I was cute.  I still had rather strong urge to, ahem, take care of
myself.  But I had already decided to tough it out and wanted to see if I
could make it the rest of the evening.  I suspected it was somehow
contributing to my feelings of euphoria and I sure didn't want to risk the
feeling ending.

   The girls were gone for well over an hour.  I was beginning to wonder
how much candy those pumpkins could possibly hold.  When they finally did
return, they rang our own doorbell and gave me a pretty good idea of how
every house interaction must have gone.

   "Trick-or-treat" they yelled when I opened the door.  Their pumpkins
were already overflowing with candy.  I couldn't imagine being able to fit
even a single additional candy corn inside.  It looks like Katherine had
decided to take good advantage of her cape to protect her little boobies
from prying eyes.  Similarly, Grace hugged her harp, the cardboard doing a
pretty good job concealing her plump little treasures.

   Unfortunately, poor little Lucy had no such accessories to hide behind.
In fact, things had taken a terrible turn for her.  She had lost the battle
with her seam and her costume was now split completely in two, from top to
bottom.  The white and black fabric which had originally encased her
growing breasts, now ran uselessly down either side of her.  Her smooth
stomach and abdomen were similarly exposed.  Even the mound of her pussy,
which had previously been encased in delicate strips of fabric was now
hanging bare.  Instead, the fabric bunched up on each side of her pussy
lips and framed them.  If anything, the fabric squeezed them together and
made them even more prominent.  The little extra wrinkle at the top of her
cleft was also more prominent than I had ever seen and the whole thing was
covered in a sheen of moisture.

   I wondered how many houses she had gone to with her boobs exposed and
her little pussy bulging out like that.  How many times had she been forced
to meekly lift her pumpkin to receive a neighbor's treat, then treating
them right back with the sight of her naked bottom as she turned and walked
away?  It must have been utterly humiliating having her costume gradually
disintegrate around her as they traveled from house to house.  But to her
credit, she had completed her task and honored the dare; well, the first
half, at least.

   It felt like midnight but was only around 10:00.  The girls were hungry
but wanted to change out of their costumes before dinner.  I was a bit
bummed at that.  I had been hoping to see more of the girls in their skimpy
costumes.  But Lucy was desperate to put something else on and Grace said
she was sick of running into things and wanted to take her wings off.  So,
while I set the table, they ran upstairs to change.

   Katherine was the first to emerge.  Sadly, my personal devil was gone
and the cute girl with regular play clothes had returned.  I was
disappointed to see she was wearing her training bra under her shirt.  But
she was still a knockout.  Grace came down soon after, also wearing play
clothes and a bra, and I started to wonder if the spell had been broken and
the girls were done with their daring adventures.  Did that mean evening
excitement was over?  Had I been holding out hope for nothing?  I should
have known better.  Lucy still had half a dare to complete, and she wasn't
going to fail.

   Lucy emerged last and we started eating.  We devoured the pot pie; no
surprise as it was so late, and even an extra box of mac and cheese I had
made.  Then the girls started into their candy.  I guess all that sugar
gave them an energy boost because they then started brainstorming things to
do next.  Someone suggested a scary movie, but we didn't own any scary
movies and had no way to get to Blockbuster.  Besides, all the scary movies
were surely checked out by then.

   One of the neighbor ladies had been rude to them earlier.  She had
called the girls "harlots" and slammed the door in their faces.  They
wanted to go do a trick on her house.  I didn't mind.  The old lady sounded
like a bitch.  But they couldn't think of anything good to do to her.  Then
someone said tonight was supposed to be a party.  Why not play a party
game? That's when Lucy, with a gleam in her eye, dropped a bomb.

   She excitedly asked, "Hey girls, have you ever played Blind Squirrel?"