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 �>�Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Author's Note: Chapter 1 does not actually contain a dare, but it does
set the stage for what is to come.  If you're here for a dare, feel free to
move along ;)

   Dare Me - Chapter 1 - Pajama Hide and Seek

   It started with a slightly creepy babysitter.  I don't recall much, but
his name was Kevin and he only watched us twice.  He must have been in his
late teens and was chosen because he had a car and was willing to drive
himself.  And probably because mom was desperate.  She never paid enough to
keep a regular around.

   It was one of the last times we had a babysitter.  Within a year, I
guess, mom decided I was old enough to watch us.  Or maybe she just ran out
of money.  She did that a lot.  Anyway, he wouldn't have been memorable
except for the things he got my sister to do which awoke something inside
her and changed everything.

   I was almost 11 at the time which would have made her 9.  Babysitters
typically ignored us while we watched TV or played board games (we couldn't
afford video games).  But Kevin took a peculiar interest in us.  The fact
that he was so keen to play Connect 4 or Uno with a 9-year-old should have
served as a warning.  Even I couldn -(TM)t stand to play more than a few
rounds with my sister before getting bored at that age.

   But Kevin persevered.  That he was game for anything my sister and I
pulled out of the closet (even if some of the pieces were missing) probably
bought him a healthy amount of goodwill and trust.  I didn't realize until
much older that he had a perverse ulterior motive and was building a
rapport for a reason.  It wasn't until almost bedtime that he finally made
his move.

   He declared the evening to be over by announcing "I know you don't want
to, kiddos, but if I don't get you cleaned up and tucked in bed before your
mom gets home, I'll get fired."

   Of course, we immediately started to protest.  For once we'd actually
had an entertaining evening and didn't want it to end.

   He offered a compromise.  "I tell you what, I know a way we can make it
fun and get in one more game.  We can turn it into a contest."

   I've always been pretty competitive and figured I could beat my little
sister at whatever game he proposed.  It sounded like a good idea to me,
and Lucy nodded along.

   "OK" he continued with a conspiratorial gleam, "this game is called
'Pajama Hide and Seek'.  I want each of you to go get your PJ's and meet me
at the front door."

   As we each bolted off toward our bedrooms, he called out behind us,
"This is not part of the contest.  You don't have to rush.  Don't forget
clean underwear!"

   I dug around in my closet and came up with a matching set of pajama
shorts and shirt and some underwear and headed to the front door.  Lucy
arrived at the same time and had chosen a simple nightgown and a pair of
panties.  Kevin was fiddling with a kitchen timer.  He collected our PJ
-(TM)s then began explaining the rules.

   "We used to play this game all the time growing up." that was surely a
lie, but we were too gullible to notice.

   "When I say 'Go', Lucy, you will go take your bath.  Michael, you will
go hide Lucy's PJ's somewhere outside.  Now, it has to be on a front porch,
and it has to be somewhere on this street.  Understood?"

   We both nodded as he set the timer to 20 minutes and handed it to me
along with Lucy's PJ -(TM)s, then continued. "Michael, you have to be back
before the timer goes off or you're disqualified.  Then you'll switch and
Lucy will hide your PJ's while you take your bath.  And no cheating by
hiding them, either.  The PJ's must be visible from the street.  Ok, ready?
Go!"

   He started the timer and opened the door, calling out "Good Luck" as I
set off into the night.

   We lived near the middle of our street, so I just kind of picked a
direction and started walking.  Our neighborhood was pretty nice.  It was
full of retirees who must have made lots of money in their career.  We
really couldn't afford to live there, but it was the one thing of any value
dad had left us.

   I had about 30 houses to choose from, and about half had their front
lights on.  I figured it would be better to pick a house without a light to
make it harder for Lucy to see from the street.  I wanted every edge in
this contest.  But then I found something even better.  Someone had built a
little playhouse for their grandkid and placed it in their front yard off
to the side.

   It did technically fit all the rules Kevin had laid out.  It was on our
street, and it had a small porch.  I folded Lucy's nightgown and placed it
on the porch with her panties on top.  It was completely in shadows but was
still visible from the road if you were looking right at it.

   I checked the timer and made sure to get back to our house with plenty
of time to spare.  Lucy came down wrapped in a towel.  Her medium-short
blonde hair was still wet and clung to her.  It carried a scent of the
strawberry shampoo she liked to use.

   Kevin reset the timer and handed it to her along with my PJ's then said
"Ready, set, Go!".

   When Lucy bounded out the doorway, a strange thought briefly crossed my
mind as I turned toward the stairs.  "Did our babysitter just send my
sister out into the neighborhood wearing nothing but a towel?"

   But I didn't think much else of it since Lucy hadn't seemed bothered.

   When my bath was finished, I dried off, wrapped myself in a towel, and
headed downstairs like Lucy had done a few minutes earlier.  When she got
back, she was breathing heavy like she had been running.  I took that as a
clue that she must have picked somewhere far away to hide my PJ's.  Kevin
gave her a minute to catch her breath, then led us back onto our own porch
and explained the rest of the game.

   "The final rules are simple.  Whoever is the first to find their PJ's
and make it back to this porch is the winner.  The winner gets a reward
that the loser has to pay."

   My heart started beating faster.  I just knew I was going to win.  I was
a faster runner and there was no way Lucy was going to find my hiding spot.
Kevin must have noticed my confidence or Lucy's lack of it because he
decided the playing field needed rebalancing at the last moment.

   "Now, since Lucy is younger, she will get a 5-minute head start" he
announced.

   "5 minutes!" I thought in exasperation.  That was totally unfair.  You
could make it the entire length of the street in 5 minutes, even with a
stop at every porch.  I started to protest, but Kevin was having none of
it.

   Lucy beamed with delight at her unexpected turn of fortune.  She started
toward the steps to begin the seek but Kevin had one last twist in store.
"Nuh, uh, uh, Lucy, darling.  You have to give me your towel before you can
begin." he said with his hand outstretched.

   Lucy's eyes went wide as saucers and I'm sure mine weren't much smaller.
This game wasn't just about two children going up and down the street on a
scavenger hunt.  This was about two naked children desperately searching
right outside every neighbor -(TM)s house for something to wear.

   When she hesitated, Kevin added "I'm starting the timer now.  Michael,
you can begin when you hear the beep."

   That was just the thing needed to motivate her into action.  She
couldn't lose her time advantage.  So, in a flash, she threw off her towel,
tossed it into Kevin's waiting hand, and took off in the wrong direction
(yes!).  Her skinny white bottom practically left an after-image on the
dark canvas of the night.  I probably would have laughed at the performance
if I weren't shortly doomed to repeat it myself.

   As my eyes adjusted, I was able to see further and further.  At one
point, I saw her streak past on the other side of the street.  She was
definitely in a hurry.  It was abundantly clear that she was naked, which
made me think about my own impending situation.  I just had to hope the old
people in our neighborhood didn't have as good of eyesight as me and were
hopefully already asleep.  I could be in a lot of trouble if one of them
caught me poking around their porch without any clothes on.

   Then a couple minutes later she came back up on our side of the street.
She was still naked, which meant she had skipped right over her nightgown,
and was starting to look worried.  That's when I knew I had won.  She had
already made a complete circuit of the street and never saw where I hid her
nightgown.

   Feeling cocky, I quietly called out a taunt, "What's the matter, little
girl?  Did you lose your clothes?"

   I could practically see her blush and could definitely read her body
language when, in an act of desperate futility, she wrapped her little arms
around her torso.  She did not answer but stuck out her tongue in my
direction then turned straight ahead and stomped away to begin her second
loop.

   Finally, the timer beeped, and I whipped off my own towel and took off.
It was a surreal feeling to be enveloped by nothing but the night.  But I
didn't have time to explore the feeling.  I had a mission to complete.  I
set off toward what I estimated to be the furthest house from us, stopping
to carefully gaze at each porch along the way just in case.

   If I guessed correctly, I could be back to our house fully dressed and
take a front row seat to resume watching my naked sister aimlessly wander
the neighborhood.  Alas, it was not to be.  The prime porch I had guessed
was bare.  Maybe my sister wasn't so predictable after all.  I picked up my
pace and began more urgently searching for my clothes.

   When I passed the playhouse, I checked my own hiding place to make sure
Lucy's nightgown was still there.  But I was careful not to slow down or
draw attention to it.

   When I had made my own complete loop of the street, I started to get
nervous.  I had made sure to check every single house.  There was no way I
would have missed it...unless.  Maybe --she cheated.  She must have hidden
my clothes somewhere not visible from the street.  Of course!

   I set out once again, this time checking around hedges and other
obstacles.  One time a car came down the street and I thought my mom was
home.  Was I going to have to explain that our babysitter had tricked me
and my sister to take off all our clothes and run around outside?  But
luckily it was only another neighbor, and I was able to hide until it
passed.

   When I got back to the furthest house, I was starting to despair enough
to wonder what the punishment for losing would be.  But just then I saw
something lumpy in the shadow behind a giant flowerpot.  It was my PJ's!

   Victory!

   I quickly got dressed and started strutting back home.  Then I
remembered that the contest didn't end until one of us made it back to our
porch, and I started running.  I ran into my sister coming the other way.
She was completely out of breath and frantic.  When she saw that I was
already dressed, her scrawny little shoulders drooped in defeat.

   "Mikey, you cheated!" she accused with tears welling up in her eyes.  "I
checked every porch 3 times!"

   "I did not cheat.  You just can't admit you're bad at looking for
things." I teased.

   "Ok, fine", she challenged, "then show me where you hid my PJ's.  We'll
let Mr.  Kevin decide."

   I accepted and we walked back up the street together; I, fully clothed,
savoring my victory lap.  My still naked sister trudged along beside, a
vanquished foe hoping the babysitter would grant her a last minute reprieve
by ruling in her favor.

   But when I led her and Kevin to the playhouse, Kevin was on my side.

   "Sorry, kiddo." He said with an air of authority, "He didn't break any
rules.  That porch is pretty small, but it still counts."

   "B..but, it's not visible from the street.  He cheated!" Lucy appealed
one last time.

   "You cheated" I shot back.  "My PJ -(TM)s were behind a flowerpot!  How
is that fair?"

   "They didn't start out there.  I only moved them once I thought Mikey
was cheating." Lucy offered feebly, but she was only hurting her own case.
Finally, she admitted defeat and went to retrieve her clothes.  But Kevin
got there first.

   "Hold on there, kiddo." he declared as he tucked her nightgown safely
under his arm.  "You lost fair and square.  And this is part of your
punishment.  You may not wear anything the rest of the night.  Furthermore,
you must make your brother breakfast in the morning and serve it to him in
bed dressed exactly as you are right now.  That is the reward you must pay
to your brother because he won.  Only then, once breakfast is served, may
you get dressed again.  Do promise to honor these terms?"

   Lucy flinched and her eyes darted around as the magnitude of her
punishment sunk in.  But to her credit, she raised her glassy eyes to meet
his and solemnly whispered "I promise", then stoically turned and headed
for home.

   When we got home, Lucy was subjected to another round of humiliation as
her naked body was revealed under the harsh indoor lights.  She was still
very much a kid and didn't have much to look at.  She was all limbs and
very skinny.  But it was still a novelty seeing a girl without any clothes
on, especially the intriguing little crease between her legs.  And I
suppose most people would call her cute with her striking blue eyes and
fair skin, even though I mostly thought of her as just a pest at that age.
She certainly hadn -(TM)t sprouted yet into the head-turner she became as a
teenager.

   Even though it was well past our bedtime, Kevin found a few ways to
extend her humiliation.  He made her carry her own nightgown and panties
upstairs and put them away, then come back down still naked and put every
toy and game we had gotten out back in the closet while he and I just
watched.  Then he made her get a washcloth and clean her and my feet which
had gotten dirty from running around outside.

   To her credit, Lucy obeyed every request without hesitating.  She wore a
light blush on her cheeks; the only outward indication that she was
embarrassed to be naked around her brother and her male babysitter.

   Finally, out of ideas, Kevin sent us to bed.  I was exhausted and fell
asleep immediately.  I could only assume he had sent my sister to bed
naked. And lest anyone accuse her of ever breaking a promise, let me assure
you, I was awoken the next morning by my sister standing over my bed
holding a tray of cereal, a pop tart (all she was allowed to cook at that
age), and some juice.  And all she was wearing was a light blush on her
cheeks and a happy smile.



   Dare Me - Chapter 2 - The Birthday Suit

   Over a year passed before Kevin returned to babysit us for the second,
and last time.  By then, mom had gotten comfortable leaving us alone with
me in charge for short periods.  But this was an overnight work trip and
she felt we needed supervision in case of an emergency.  I don't think she
intended to ever call Kevin again, but she couldn't find anyone willing to
stay overnight for her meager rate, and once she started scraping the
bottom of her contact barrel, his number came up.

   A lot had changed in the past year.  For one, I started puberty and had
grown a full head taller.  I remembered fondly the last time Kevin had
watched us and how he had somehow maneuvered my sister out of her clothes
by the end of the night.

   Her coming to my room naked the next morning to serve me breakfast was
kind of a blur.  But I thought back on that scene many times.  I recall
picturing the cute girls in my class transposed over my sister in that
role. That was an early fantasy of mine.

   Kevin hadn't changed much since.  When he arrived, he sized me up and
made some humorous crack about how much I had grown.  But it was Lucy's
entrance that really staggered him.  She had gone through a growth spurt in
the past 18 months and was looking less and less childish every day.

   She had shot up a good 7 inches and was proud to tell him that, in
certain shoes, she was over 5 feet tall.  At 10 3/4, she still had a lot of
childish mannerisms.  But her gangly legs were better described as coltish
now.  And there was even a little bit of curve to her bottom, not that I
would ever notice or care.

   She couldn't seem to stop talking around him - telling him all about
school and her recent haircut.  He was very complimentary.  Her striking
blue eyes beamed with every compliment which made me realize she had a
girlish crush on him.

   She was braiding her hair to show him that it was still long enough for
twin tails when she blurted out "It's my birthday tomorrow.  I already had
my party because mom has to go on her trip.  I'll be 11!" Then she
curiously added "How old are you?"

   "Older than that, Lucy." Kevin replied.  It was a very diplomatic
response because even though I knew their age gap was much too high, he
didn't belittle her or make her feel like he was talking down to her and it
sort of left the door open in her mind.  "But I can tell you 11 is a very
important year and I'm sorry I missed your party.  If I had known, I would
have brought you a present." Then he added mischievously "I suppose there's
always room for a few more birthday spankings, eh?"

   Lucy's eyes went wide at that.  Her mouth dropped into an "O" shape and
a blush formed on her cheeks.  To me, it was obviously a joke.  But based
on her face, it looked like she was picturing it and considered it a real
possibility.

   Mom was half-way out the door with her suitcase but stopped short when
she heard what Kevin had said.  She appeared to be second-guessing her
decision to go with this particular babysitter.  She had already picked up
some creepy vibes from him.  Now he was flirting with and talking about
spanking her tween daughter?

   "Ha, ha, Kevin.  Knock it off." I interjected, in an attempt to diffuse
the situation and assert that I was now old enough to keep Kevin under
control.  Then to change the subject, I added "Come on, mom, aren't you
going to be late?"

   Mom was still hesitant to leave, but I assured her everything would be
fine.  For some reason my assurances were enough to convince her to go. 
Over time, I eventually realized how much influence I had over my mom's
decisions and I learned to use that influence to my frequent advantage.

   As soon as she was gone, Lucy couldn't resist asking the question that
had been bothering her.

   "Were you really going to give me a birthday spanking?"

   "Spank-ings" he corrected her, "One for each year you've lived and one
to grow on." He let the number sink in, then ponderously added "I haven't
decided, yet.  We'll see how well behaved you are.  But I guess...one to
start couldn't hurt!"

   He suddenly swung his hand in her direction.  Lucy shrieked and twisted
away, managing to keep her bottom just beyond his swat.  Then she dove
behind me for protection in a fit of hysterical giggling.  It was the first
time I recall her ever turning to her big brother to protect her, and I
took the honor seriously.  It's probably why she trusted me so much in all
her future predicaments.  She knew I would always be there no matter how
vulnerable her situation became.

   Kevin set the evening schedule.  We could play some games while waiting
for the pizza to arrive.  But after dinner it would be time to settle down.
Since it was a weekend, we could watch a movie together after baths and
before bed.

   It was late autumn, and the days were getting shorter.  There was also
supposed to be a cold front moving in that evening.  So, we decided to take
a walk around the neighborhood while it was still light out.  I should say,
Kevin and I walked.  Lucy spent most of the time riding on Kevin's back. 
But he was a good sport.

   As we walked, Lucy finally summoned the courage to ask what we both must
have been wondering.

   "So, are we going to play another outdoor game?  Like...'Pajama Hide and
Seek'?" We both got quiet and waited for Kevin's answer.

   He pondered a moment then said "Well, I do know a few fun games.  Have
you ever played 'Blind Squirrel'?" He asked, kicking an acorn down the
sidewalk.

   We both shook our heads.  I had heard the saying 'Even a blind squirrel
finds a nut once in a while' but I didn't know what it meant and had
certainly never heard of a game about it.

   Our neighborhood was older with lots of big oak trees and there were at
least a dozen squirrels within sight gathering up the acorns for winter. 
Kevin studied the sky and reckoned the sun wasn't quite ready to set yet.
He must have decided it was still too bright for what he was planning.

   "Tell you what, let's wait to order the pizza until later.  That will
give us something to eat during the movie.  We can move bath time up and
fit in a quick game after.  How does that sound?"

   Lucy smiled and nodded her agreement.  I swallowed hard and nodded as
well.  Kevin's last game had left my sister naked and this one likely had
the same potential.  I wouldn't mind seeing how she had grown in the last
year and a half.

   By the time we got back to the house, a cool breeze had picked up and
clouds were forming off to the west.  Lucy went to take the first bath
while Kevin stayed outside walking around the front yard.  I should have
known, but only realized much later that Kevin was making up these games on
the spot.

   As soon as she was done, I rushed to take my shower.  I was so excited,
in more ways than one.  My little stiffy refused to go down the whole time.
I stuffed it into my underwear and dressed in some pajama pants and a white
t-shirt then hurried downstairs.  Lucy still wasn't ready.  She seemed to
take longer and longer to get ready the older she got.

   When she finally came down, I couldn't believe what she was wearing. 
She must have been reminiscing about last year because she had picked out a
nightgown.  She almost never wore nightgowns anymore and this one looked a
little small for her.  It was threadbare and barely reached past her
panties which made her legs look even longer.  She had dried her hair and
wore it down with her sparkliest hairband.  I also suspected she had snuck
some of mom's lipstick, although the blush on her cheeks looked
self-produced.

   She stood waiting for Kevin to approve.  So, she was caught completely
off guard when he frowned instead.

   "Hmm" he said, "I thought tomorrow was your birthday, Lucy."

   "It is" she replied in bewilderment.  "Is something wrong?"

   "No, it's just that most people wear their birthday suit to bed on their
birthday.  You know, to celebrate." he explained.

   Lucy looked crestfallen as she mentally scanned through her wardrobe
catalog.  "But...I don't have a birthday suit."

   "Sure, you do, kiddo.  Everybody does." Kevin lifted her face to show
that he wasn't mad at her.  "It's the suit God gives you when you're born."

   He paused just long enough to watch his words register on her face.  She
went from fear at letting her new crush down, to confusion, to shock, then
embarrassment at what he was suggesting.  It actually bothered her that she
had disappointed him because she failed to come downstairs in her birthday
suit.

   She fiddled with the hem of her nightgown as if she hated that she had
ever put the accursed thing on.  But Kevin didn't take the bait.  He knew
how to play the long game.  He had planted the seed, the idea that Lucy
should celebrate tonight in her birthday suit.  Now he just had to wait for
it to come to fruition.



   Dare Me - Chapter 3  -" Blind Squirrel

   Kevin led us onto the porch and explained the game.

   "Tonight, you two are going to be squirrels gathering acorns for the
winter.  That's phase 1.  The more acorns you collect, the better chances
you will have in phase 2.  So be sure and gather as many as you can."

   "Do we get a bucket or something?" I asked.  I knew a storm drain where
there would surely be lots of acorns, but I needed a way to carry them all.

   "Do squirrels get buckets?" he replied.  "Of course not!  Although, I
suppose you can store them in your cheeks." At that, he pinched my cheek
jokingly before I swatted him away.  Lucy didn't react.  She looked like
she was still distracted thinking about her birthday suit.

   Kevin handed us each a timer and said "Ok, you have 15 minutes for phase
1.  You can go anywhere in the neighborhood.  But when these go off, you
have to come straight back to the porch.  No cheating and grabbing extra
acorns along the way.  Ok, go!"

   Lucy scrambled down the porch and started collecting the few acorns that
were dispersed in our yard.  But then she noticed me walking briskly away
and had the smart idea to follow.  She soon realized I was headed toward
the grove of trees in the greenway behind our neighborhood.  I couldn't
stop her, so I just let her tag along.  That's all little sisters ever did
anyway.

   It was almost dusk when we got to the grove which was technically
outside the neighborhood, but I figured Kevin wouldn't rebuke.  The sun had
set but light still lingered.  There were more than enough acorns to go
around.  My hands were soon full, so I resorted to lifting the bottom of my
shirt into a hammock.  Lucy was similarly struggling with her load and
decided to do the same thing.  Only, she was wearing her nightgown instead
of a shirt.  When she pulled up her hem to make a hammock, I could see her
panties peeking out underneath.

   Pretty soon even the hammock was not big enough and every time I bent
over to pick up an acorn, some would spill out the gaps.  That's when I
struck upon an ingenious idea.  I took off my shirt, turned it upside down
and tied the arms over the neck.  It made a perfect sack!

   I shivered.  The breeze had turned colder and blew the leaves around us
which made it harder to spot acorns.  The cold front was moving in.

   "Hey!  No Fair!  You're cheating." Lucy finally noticed my makeshift
sack.

   "I am not!", I retorted, "Kevin just said 'No buckets'.  He didn't say
anything about shirts."

   Checkmate.  Lucy clearly wasn't about to let me win on a technicality.
Her hammock was already at its limit.  At this rate, she would never
survive phase 2.  She only had one choice.  She dumped out her acorns and
stripped her nightgown up and off her body.

   I couldn't believe it.  It was still light out!  There were at least 5
houses with direct sight of this grove.  Someone inside any one of them
could simply look outside and see my sister walking around it in nothing
but her panties!  I was momentarily distracted by the sight and forgot my
own task.

   She had definitely changed since I last saw her this undressed.  Her
panties hugged her bottom tightly, the only place that was starting to fill
out.  Her stomach had the slightest hourglass shape.  And on her chest sat
two little pink rosebuds.  Her nipples were poking out, whether from
excitement or from the cold, I couldn't tell.  When she walked, her hips
rocked slightly side to side.  When did that start happening?

   Pretty soon I realized studying my sister -(TM)s body was making me fall
behind and I returned to my task.  It was now getting dark quickly and
becoming harder and harder to see the acorns.  But I had a secret weapon.
With just a couple minutes remaining, I made my way over to the storm
drain. Just as I hoped, there were piles and piles of acorns stuck in the
grate.  I greedily shoveled them into my sack as fast as I could.  Some of
them were just empty shells or rotted from the moisture, but I must have
gathered over a hundred good ones.

   Lucy finally realized I was up to something and came over to
investigate. She had copied my every move in this game, following me to the
grove, and making a hammock then a sack out of her clothes.  But this time
I had outplayed her.  Before she could grab even one acorn from the storm
drain, the timers went off.

   Furious and almost in tears, she turned and stomped for home, her cute
little panty-clad bottom jiggling with every step.  As I started to follow,
a few icy drops of rain fell on my bare skin, and I shivered again,
suddenly wishing I could put my shirt back on.  My sister had it worse,
though.  At least I was wearing pants.  She was out her in the cold with
only her panties for warmth.  And they didn't look like they did much to
block the wind.  She didn't appear to have any body fat for warmth, either.
Poor girl.

   "Well, well, well" Kevin commented when Lucy approached and he saw that
she had turned her nightgown into a sack and was now in just her panties,
"looks like somebody is finally starting to get into the birthday spirit."

   Her arms were crossed tightly across her little chest, maybe because of
the bitter breeze or maybe to keep her nipples hidden from her dreamboat
babysitter, at least a bit longer.  She handed Kevin her sack and stuck out
her bottom lip in a pout.

   "Mikey cheated." She declared, then proceeded to recount the story on
the verge of tears the whole time.  How could anyone fall for that?

   I should have expected Kevin to side with her.  I had assumed that no
one in his right mind would accept Lucy's evidence.  But Kevin wasn't
really thinking with his right mind.  He called it the 'birthday girl
bonus' then he reached into my pile and transferred a giant handful of
acorns over to her sack.  My haul had started out at least three times
bigger than hers.  Now it was down to about double.  But I couldn't really
complain.  After all, I had bent the rules a few times and I still had a
major advantage.

   For phase 2, Kevin produced a blindfold (that explains the name of the
game) and two completely white acorns he had found.  I guess they were
albino or something.  He called them the 'Seeds of Spring' and mixed one
into each of our sacks.

   "The object is to keep pulling out acorns from your opponent's haul. 
Whoever finds their Seed of Spring in the shortest number of tries is the
winner.  The loser has to stay out here and "bury" the rest of the seeds in
order to survive the winter while the winner gets to go inside where it's
warm and eat pizza!"

   My stomach grumbled at the mention of pizza.  Kevin declared that the
birthday girl should get to go first.  He affixed Lucy's blindfold and
guided her hand into my sack.  She made the cutest sight, blindfolded and
sitting on her knees wearing nothing but the briefest panties modestly
trying to keep one arm and hand covering her little chest.

   She pulled out a regular, old acorn and Kevin called out "no luck for
the blind squirrel on her first attempt.  Keep trying."

   Lucy kept trying, and kept pulling out regular, old acorns.  As Kevin
kept tally, my confidence kept growing.

   At some point, Lucy gave up trying to cover herself and I was treated to
an up-close view of her nipples.  They were small but stiff, like little
pink rosebuds with lighter pink around the outside.  The rest of her skin
was flawless.  Her chest was still flat, but if you looked closely, you
could start to make out the outline of where her breasts would soon begin
sprouting.

   I noticed Kevin checking her out as well.  Between repeatedly studying
her little nipples, he kept shifting around to admire her behind.

   Finally, after 48 tries, she got the right one and Kevin declared "The
Seed of Spring!".

   When the blindfold had shifted to me, I took a deep breath and started
pulling acorns.  I wasn't too worried, at least at first.  Lucy's
collection was much smaller.  Surely, I could find the white acorn in 48
tries.  But soon my tally grew into the 20's then the 30's and I started
getting nervous.

   I tried to think back if Kevin had said specifically what the punishment
was for losing and couldn't remember.  Last time, he had made Lucy serve me
naked breakfast in bed.  I would die of embarrassment if I had to do that
to her.  Especially now that I had started puberty.

   At 40 I started sweating.  And although I couldn't see her because of my
blindfold, I could sense Lucy's excitement at her growing prospect of
winning.  She started holding her breath, and every time I pulled out a
normal acorn, she let out a gasp of relief.

   When I hit 45, she couldn't resist the urge to taunt me.

   "What's the matter, Mikey.  Is the blind squirrel having trouble finding
his little nut?" she jabbed me in my ribs, then squealed with delight when
I pulled out number 46.

   "Shut up, Goosey" I replied, knowing that she hated that nickname.

   1...try...left.  With trepidation, I felt around the bag and took
inventory.  There were too many acorns left.  Twenty, at least.  I knew
from math class that gave me less than 5% chance.  I wracked my brain for
any clue.  Anything that would aid me.  Time was running out.  I was about
to give up and just pick one, when inspiration struck.

   "There's got to be something about that acorn." I thought, "It looks
different...maybe --it feels different, too!"

   Desperately, I started fondling each acorn for anything that felt out of
place.

   "Come on, kiddo.  Stop stalling." Kevin urged.

   Then, I felt it!  An acorn with tiny grooves in it which made it clearly
rougher than the others.  This had to be it!

   I heroically pulled it from the bag and held it above my head to Lucy's
audible dismay.  Kevin called out "The Seed of Spring!" as a gust of wind
swirled the leaves in our yard in a dramatic display.

   Kevin declared me the winner.  He got out a Ziplock bag and poured all
the acorns into it.  Then turned to my sister ominously.  Lucy was
distraught.  She had come so close only to lose on the last acorn.  She
stood and huddled in her panties, her back against wind, awaiting
punishment.

   "Lucy, as the losing squirrel, you have to go bury all the acorns in
order to survive the winter.  Go around and place exactly one acorn on each
doorstep.  Keep going until this bag is empty.  No skipping or repeating
houses."

   Kevin had contrived to send my little sister around to the front door of
every single house nearby wearing nothing but her panties.  Each encounter
would bring her dangerously close to being caught by someone.  And there
had to be at least 150 acorns in that bag!  She might even have to go to
other neighborhoods to complete her task.

   And the temperature was dropping by the minute.  A tiny pair of panties
would be little to no help.  I shivered at the thought.  At least the rain
had held off.  I started to feel bad for her.  After all, I had dishonored
the spirit of the game by figuring out how to detect the right acorn.  But
then I remembered how she had taunted me, and I didn't feel so bad anymore.

   Lucy took the bag, saying nothing.  To her credit, she didn't argue or
complain.  She merely took a deep breath as if gathering her nerve for the
task, then turned toward the street.  But before she took off, Kevin added
one more thing.

   "Cheer up, Lucy.  You'll be back in no time. -� He said,  -�In fact, it
could be fun.  I bet you could even do it in your birthday suit.  I dare
you!"

   Dare.

   There it was.  I had no idea how much that one word would change
everything.  Lucy's eyes fluttered and she looked taken aback.  Like she
had never heard that word before.  Something clicked in her brain, and I
could tell, somehow, that she was going to accept and complete Kevin's
dare, risks be damned.

   I saw it coming, but I still couldn't believe it when my sister lowered
her panties to the ground and stepped out of them.  There was fear and
humiliation on her face, but it was also mixed with determination.  Without
a word, my naked sister stepped off the porch and set out into the night;
the after-image of her little round bottom burned into my memory.

   Kevin and I went to the kitchen and grabbed some pizza.  Then we moved
to the living room where we setup the movie and sat to await her return. 
10 minutes we waited, then 20.  Still Lucy was not back.  It was starting
to get cold in there, so I went and got a blanket.  I knew she would
appreciate it when she got back.  But in solidarity, I didn't use it yet,
nor did I put my own shirt back on.

   I waited and worried for her, trying to imagine what she was going
through.  Walking from house to house completely naked.  Forcing herself to
walk all the way up to each front door over and over and place an acorn on
each doorstep.

   What if she got caught?  Would someone call the police?  And what about
the cold?  Was she going to get sick from this?  She must be freezing by
now!

   Then, finally, after 35 minutes, the front doorbell rang.  I jumped up
and opened it to see my naked sister holding an empty Ziplock bag.  She had
one last acorn in her hand which she bent over to place on our own
doorstep.

   "I did it, Mikey!" she said with a weak smile, then added "I'm cold."

   Her whole body was pink.  I ushered her into the living room and sat her
down on the couch.  Her teeth were chattering.  I unfolded the blanket and
as soon as I sat down, she burrowed under the covers and crawled on top of
me.  Her skin was like ice, and I regretted that I had not put my own shirt
on first.  But with her curled up in my lap, I don't think I could get back
up.

   "Warm me up, Mikey.  Warm me up." she begged.  Her big doe-eyes looked
up at me pleadingly while her whole body clung to me for warmth.  Her teeth
were still chattering.

   I had to do something, so I started rubbing her arms, then her back. 
She had goosebumps everywhere.  I thought my hands were cold, but her skin
was colder.  I just kept rubbing and I guess the friction along with our
shared body heat, not to mention our skin-to-skin contact, started to thaw
her out.

   The rubbing warmed my hands until, finally, she stopped shivering and
nestled her head into the crick of my neck.  Kevin reluctantly started the
movie.  He was clearly envious of my position.  With the goosebumps faded,
her skin was the softest thing I had ever felt, and I couldn -(TM)t seem to
stop.

   She whispered up to me conspiratorially,  -�Mr.  Beski saw me. -�

    -�What?  How? -� I wondered aloud.

    -�He opened his door just as I was walking up. -� She was blushing as
she told the story.

    -�How did you get away?  Did you run? -� I asked.

    -�I couldn -(TM)t run.  I had to finish.  So, I just walked up to him
and handed him his acorn.  I said  -~Happy Thanksgiving -(TM) and just
turned and walked away. -� She said, then added  -�Stop it, that tickles -�
as my hands had reached her ribcage and smooth stomach.  She wriggled on my
lap, grabbed my hands and pushed them down onto her bottom, which I -(TM)m
not sure she intended.

   I froze.  I was touching a naked girl -(TM)s bottom!  My hands, acting
on instinct, gave them a little squeeze which provoked another reaction
from her.  She grabbed my hands and moved them further down on her legs.

    -�Warm my legs up, Mikey -� she pleaded.  And so, I did.  Anything for
my little sister.

   Then I felt something poking me and made the mistake of looking down. 
Her bare chest was hugging mine which caused her little rock-hard nipples
to poke into me.  I wondered if she needed me to warm them up, too.  That
-(TM)s when I realized her nipples weren -(TM)t the only thing that was
rock hard.  My penis was engorged but bent down uncomfortably between my
legs.  And the way Lucy was sitting made it impossible for me to adjust.

   I tried to ignore my discomfort and just watch the movie, but every time
my hands stopped moving, Lucy let out a whimper of dissatisfaction.  I
guess Kevin finally got fed up with the situation and intervened.

   He paused the movie and ordered me to go put the pizza boxes in the
trash and put away the leftovers.  I reluctantly complied, and as I was
leaving the room, I realized his true motive.  He snatched away the blanket
that Lucy and I had been using and laid it over himself.  By the time I got
back from my chore, Lucy was eagerly snuggling up to Kevin and he got to
spend the rest of the movie keeping my naked sister warm.

   Worn out from all the excitement and exertion, Lucy didn -(TM)t make it
to the end of the movie.  Kevin scooped her up and she wrapped her naked
arms and legs around him.  He supported her by her bottom and carried her
upstairs to bed.  I followed behind and eavesdropped before going to my own
bedroom.

    -�Do I get to put on my nightgown now? -� she asked.

    -�Not yet, Lucy -� he said,  -�If you can make it the whole night, you
-(TM)ll have good luck for the next year.  In fact, you should sleep in
your birthday suit every birthday from now on.  I dare you! -�

   Lucy yawned a tired  -�ok -� and practically sank into her bed as Kevin
tucked her in.  I wouldn -(TM)t have guessed that she even processed his
dare.  But I should have known better.  I have since been able to confirm
that Lucy still honors that dare and sleeps naked every year on her
birthday.  But that -(TM)s a story for another time.

   The next morning, Lucy came downstairs in regular play clothes.  I don
-(TM)t know why I expected her to still be naked.  I guess I was just
getting used to it.  Kevin left mid-morning since mom was due back.  As
soon as he was gone, I asked Lucy if she had a good time.

    -�Oh, no! -� she replied, seriously,  -�I couldn -(TM)t relax because I
kept waiting for Mr.  Kevin to give me my birthday spankings.  It -(TM)s a
good thing he forgot! -�