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 �>�Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 4 - Mr.  Beski

   The following summer, mom lost her job and had to take another one that
required her to work weekends.  That left her in a pickle of what to do
with us kids.

   "Maybe Mr.  Kevin could watch us." Lucy suggested.

   "Oh, never again", mom decreed, "Mrs.  Callum said Kevin 'accidentally'
walked in on her daughter while she was in the bath.  You don't want Mr. 
Kevin to see you naked, do you?"

   Lucy gulped, which made me snicker.  Mr.  Kevin had already done a lot
more than see Lucy naked.

   Ultimately, mom decided I was old enough and responsible enough to be in
charge.  I had just graduated from 6th grade, after all, and would be
starting Junior High next year.  Actually, it was because we were out of
money, and she knew she didn't have to pay me.

   The first Saturday, mom was nervous before she left for work.  She made
us promise not to leave the neighborhood and we weren't allowed to have any
friends over or open the door to strangers.  That left us with few options.

   Even though our elementary school was within walking distance, our
neighborhood didn't have any other kids in it.  I learned that it was
designed as a retirement community, but dad found a loophole in the bylaws.
That's how our young family ended up there.  It was a nice house, but very
boring to grow up with no other kids nearby.

   We still didn't own any video games and had played our board games a
million times by then.  So, the TV was really to be our only source of
entertainment that first Saturday.  I was dying of boredom and knew we
wouldn't survive every Saturday cooped up like this.  I intended to ask mom
for more freedom if today went ok.  I knew she would capitulate.  She
always did when pushed.  She was too passive and agreeable.  Maybe that's
why she could never advance in any of her jobs.

   By mid-morning the excitement of being home alone was wearing off and
Lucy started to get restless.  I'm not sure what she expected today to be
like, but this wasn't it.

   "Mikeey" she whined in a little girl voice, but I had mastered the
secret art passed down between big brothers for ages and tuned her out.

   "Mikeeeeeey, I'm bored." she persisted.  She was growing fast and would
soon be a teenager, but she could still be that annoying little sister when
she wanted too (the role she was born to play).

   "Miiiikeeee, can we play a game?"

   "Go away, Lucy Goosey.  I don't want to play a game with you.  Go read a
book or something." I thought would be the end of it, but I was wrong.  She
had just paused to gather the courage for her next statement.

   "Dare me, Mikey." she asked trepidly.

   An innocent request.  And I was too dense to pick up on her true
meaning.

   "Ok," I offered, "I dare you to...be silent for the next hour, Ha!" I
laughed at my own cleverness and went back to watching TV.

   "Noooo, not like that," she complained.  Then in a quivering voice, she
made her intention clear.  "It has to be a real dare, like...a birthday
suit dare."

   My heart skipped a beat.  Slowly, my thick skull pieced it all together.
For Lucy, today was a babysitter day.  It must have tickled something in
her subconscious; an urge that she needed to scratch.  Only Mr.  Kevin and
his antics weren't around anymore.  So, I had to step up.

   I could just dare her to strip down naked and spend the afternoon with
me.  But something told me that idea wouldn't fly.  It had to be risky and
creative.  I struggled to think, to channel Kevin's creative games, but my
mind was blank.  Spin the bottle?  Nah.  You can't even play that with only
two people.  I wracked my brain and tried to recall what special
ingredients had made those previous adventures succeed.

   Pajama Hide and Seek?  That didn't sound very creative to me.  Pretty
obvious premise, really.  And what about Blind Squirrel?  We were literally
just picking up acorns!  Looking back, it was just silly.

   That's when it dawned on me.  The game doesn't matter.  It's just a
vehicle to the real fun.  Lucy didn't remember the games.  She remembered
the feelings she got, from the dare!  Now I knew the perfect vehicle.  Mr.
Beski!  I sat up with a scheming smile and gave her my full attention. 
Lucy's face lit up.

   "You're not going to chicken out now, are you?" I probed.

   "No," she answered firmly, but then she wavered.  "Well, tell me what it
is, first."

   "That's not how it works.  Either you're in or you're out.  I'm not so
sure you're actually taking this seriously." I said and started to turn my
attention back to the TV.

   "No, Mikeeey!" she whined with a bit of desperation in her voice  -�I
swear, I'll do it.  Please, dare me."

   I let her dangle a few more seconds before turning back to make my
offer.

   "Ok, but to prove you are really serious about going through with this.
I want you to go up to your room and change into your...birthday suit...and
meet me at the front door.  Then I'll give you your dare."

   The color drained from her face and gradually returned in the form of a
blush.  I figured that would be the end of it.  Her body was changing, and
she was experiencing new feelings that she wanted to explore.  But now that
I had called her bluff, she would surely back out.  I gave extremely low
odds that she would even bother to climb the stairs and even lower that she
would come back down in her birthday suit.

   Then, as if to make her out to be the unreasonable one, I added "It's
nothing I haven't seen before."

   It was fun to shock her like that.  But she shocked me right back when,
without a word, she stood up and marched out of the living room and up the
stairs.  When I heard her bedroom door close, I thought "Oh shit!" and my
heart started pounding.

   I scrambled off the couch and ran to the kitchen.  There had been a
letter addressed to Mr.  Beski across the street and down a few houses that
the mailman mis-delivered to our house.  He was always doing things like
that.  For a moment I panicked when I couldn't find it.  But then I saw mom
had pushed everything into a pile.  Eureka!

   I grabbed the letter, quickly tamped down the tent in my pants, then
went to stand by the front door.

   True to her word, my sister soon appeared at the top of the stairs in
her birthday suit, naked as the day she was born, and paused as if giving
me a chance to inspect her.  I hadn't seen her naked in over 6 months. 
Apparently, she had spent them advancing through several girl stages of
metamorphosis.  Since around Thanksgiving, she had exclusively taken to
wearing thick, cozy lounge wear; possibly a side-effect of the blind
squirrel event when her poor little bare body had been exposed to so much
cold.  Fortunately for her, today was a sunny summer day.

   Through the winter and spring, I wasn't able to notice much difference
because of her bulky clothes.  But underneath those woolen cocoons, her
body had definitely been changing.  She had been growing out her hair and I
knew it now came down to her shoulders.  But she had put it up into a
ponytail for this task.  That left her neck and shoulders bare which added
an elegant slenderness and also made her look taller.

   Her baby fat was almost completely gone and there were curves
everywhere. Her hourglass-shaped torso was even more pronounced and below
her narrow waist her body widened just slightly into the beginnings of
hips.

   I couldn't see her bottom from this angle, but her legs, which had
always been an alluring asset of hers, had grown even more enticing.  They
were no longer just skinny sticks with bony knees.  Now she actually had
some muscle tone.  I don't know where she had developed that.  It's not
like she worked out or anything.  It must have just been a natural gift
from her creator.  Her calf muscles narrowed into petite ankles and feet.
She wore bright pink polish on her toenails, the exact same shade as her
nipples.  Oh, did I forget to mention her nipples?

   It was actually the first thing I noticed when she appeared at the top
of the stairs.  Boobies.  Not very big yet, but my little sister had grown
boobies.  Rather, it was more accurate to say my sister was in the process
of growing boobies.  Young skin is very supple.  And as a child, I remember
being able to gather my skin and baby fat around a single spot.  On my
stomach, for example.  I could sort of pile it up into a mound.  But, of
course, as soon as I let go, it would snap back where it came from.

   On Lucy, it was as if God had gathered up two little mounds on her
chest. But they didn't snap back when He let go.  They stayed there for all
to admire his creation.

   She stood tall with good posture, back straight and slender shoulders
drawn back.  Her newly growing asset was proudly thrust out ahead of her.
As she began her graceful descent, her leg muscles flexed to carry her
stair to stair, but then relaxed back into a perfect feminine shape.

   Of course, my eyes were drawn to the apex of her thighs where her two
pussy lips flashed between each step.  They had grown more pronounced and
puffier from what I remembered.  But they were completely hairless and
closed tightly against the world, not quite ready to blossom yet.

   I was struck dumb as I watched her descend.  Where did that little girl
known as  -�Lucy -� go?  In this creature flashed the promises of a woman
grown.  Only the immaturity on her chest and genitals held her back.  But
then she stumbled over the last stair and came to the landing with a thud.
The illusion of womanhood was shattered, and the 11-year-old girl was back.

   She came up to me and stood with one hand at her side.  The other she
demurely moved to cover her pussy.  That left her chest exposed.  Stiff,
pink nipples capped her nascent breast cones perfectly.  They bent up
toward me as if to say "hello".  The best way to describe them was 'perky'.

   Second-thoughts flooded my brain.  I couldn't send my near-teenage
sister outside on a naked dare.  This was no childish prank.  I had to keep
her safe.

   "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, Lucy" I started regretfully.

   "Mikeee" she cut me off and shifted into classic little sister tantrum
mode.

   "I did what you said." she insisted, meaning she had gone through with
putting on her birthday suit for me and it was now up to me to hold up my
end of the bargain.

   She whined and pouted.  She engaged her entire body in the protest,
except for her hand, which she kept firmly in place over her pussy.  It
would have been annoying, but with her naked, everything about it was just
adorable.  Whenever she stomped her foot, everything jiggled.

   "I did what you said, " she repeated sullenly, "now you have to.  You
have to dare me.  Dare me, Mikey."

   I had half expected her to back out when I gave her the chance.  Now I
realized how much she wanted to follow through.  She needed this like an
addict who hadn't gotten a fix in months.  So, against my better judgement,
I finally caved.

   With as much ceremony as I could summon, I pulled out Mr.  Beski's mail.
Lucy's tantrum stopped in a flash and her whole body tensed in anticipation
of my forthcoming words.  I took another look at her bare chest, just to
commit the image to memory.  Somehow her nipples looked even stiffer now.

   "Lucy Jenkins, I dare you to personally hand-deliver this letter to Mr.
Beski in your birthday suit."

   Her eyes fluttered.  I watched the realization hit home on her face as
she processed my dare.  Mr.  Beski had already seen her naked once before.
She had handed him an acorn during her blind squirrel punishment.  That
encounter had been very brief and dark.  Who knows how good the old man
-(TM)s vision was?

   Showing up at his house in the dead of night could have been dismissed
as a random occurrence.  But purposefully coming to his house a second time
in broad daylight would multiply her embarrassment.  She would have no
excuse for being there or for why she wasn't wearing any clothes.  That's
what made it the perfect dare.

   I could tell from the look on her face, that she was already committed
to going through with it.  But she bit her lip in concentration, obviously
still struggling with something.

   Finally she asked "How will I explain it?"

   I knew exactly what she meant.  What excuse could young girl possibly
have to show up at the house of a retired old Hungarian immigrant
completely naked?  I pretended I didn't understand her question, just to
make her explain it to me.

   "Explain what?" I asked intentionally obtusely.

   "Explain my..." Lucy huffed in exasperation then gestured down her body,
"my birthday suit!" Having drawn attention to her nakedness, the blush on
her face spread down her neck and onto her chest.

   Mr.  Beski lived across the street and only four houses down.  Knowing
she would blame me if I let her back out now, I opened the front door and
started pushing her towards it.

   "I don't know, Goosey," I offered uselessly, "but you have about four
yards between here and Mr.  Beski's house.  I'm sure you'll think of
something.  And no covering up, either."

   Then I unceremoniously gave my naked sister a final nudge onto the porch
and closed the door behind her, latching the deadbolt with a thud of
finality lest she get cold feet and try to turn back.

   I rushed to a nearby window to watch what she would do.  She hadn't
moved but was peering out from the relative safety of our porch into the
bright street.  She must be trying to build the nerve to take that first
step.  Or maybe she was looking for signs of life, someone walking their
dog or out doing yardwork.  But fortunately for her, it was the hottest
part of a sunny, summer day, and I knew old people liked to do their
walking early.

   Finally, she took that first cautious step.  Then another, her eyes
peeled for any indication of a stirring neighbor.  She instinctively
started to cover herself with her hands again, then must have remembered my
last command and dropped them back to her side.  When she reached the steps
leading off our porch onto the sidewalk, I got my first real chance to see
her rounded bottom.  Like everything else on her body, it was gorgeous. 
Firm and tight with just the right amount of jiggle when she walked.

   Lucy scrambled across the street and started down the opposing sidewalk,
her head scanning constantly back and forth, her shoulders flinching at
phantom sounds.  Being a 12-year-old pubescent boy, I had recently
discovered the joys of masturbation.  I took care of the urge at least
twice a day, and whenever the need struck.  As she walked out of sight, I
was struck with the strongest urge I had ever experienced to that point.

   I rushed to the bathroom to relieve the pressure, reliving the scenes in
my mind that I had just experienced.  I came quickly but the urge did not
go away like it usually did.  I was still rock hard.  I actually came a
second time before the urge started to subside.  I cleaned up and rushed
back in case I had missed her return and she was waiting locked out on the
porch.  But she wasn't back yet, so I sat by the window and waited.

   I was too nervous to sit for very long and was soon pacing.  When she
wasn't back after 20 minutes, I started to get panicky.  Ill thoughts crept
in.  What did I really know about Mr.  Beski?  We had only met him a couple
times.  His family moved here from Hungary.  He was retired.  His kids were
grown, and he lived alone ever since his wife died.

   That wasn't much to go on.  Mr.  Beski could be a serial killer for all
I knew.  My imagination started running wild.  I wanted to call the cops
and report that my neighbor had kidnapped my sister and was turning her
birthday suit into a curtain or something.  But if that were true, wasn't I
an accomplice?  After all, it was me who had sent the naked little girl to
his doorstep.

   Just then, to my great relief, I saw Lucy jogging down the sidewalk
toward our house.  She bounded across the yard and up the steps and I
opened the front door to let her in.  Finally freed from the 'no covering
up' rule, her hand snapped back over her pussy as soon as she crossed the
threshold, too quickly for me to get a good look.

   She was out of breath and eyeing the stairs, probably eager to get
dressed again.  But I refused to let her go until she had recounted
everything that happened, starting from the beginning.

   "I was so nervous, Mikey," she began, "My legs were so heavy.  I could
barely walk over there.  It was the hardest thing I've ever done, pushing
that doorbell.  Mr.  Beski recognized me immediately.  His accent is pretty
thick, and I had trouble understanding him.  I finally realized he was
saying that he couldn't recall my name and was asking me to introduce
myself.  Then he invited me inside."

   Lucy eyed the stairs again.  She was rocking back and forth on the balls
of her feet like she needed to pee or something.  She must have had an
allergic reaction to something in Mr.  Beski's house because she kept
reaching up to scratch places on her chest.

   She continued her story.  "He introduced himself as Stephen Beski, but
explained that was his Americanated?  name, or something.  I guess when his
family immigrated here, their actual names were too hard to pronounce. 
Then he begged my pardon and asked why I was naked."

   I raised my eyebrows at her, eager to hear her answer.

   "I told him that mom had lost her job recently and that we were getting
so poor that mom is making us go naked on Saturdays to save money.  And he
believed me!"

   I was impressed.  It was a ludicrous excuse if you really thought about
it, but on the surface, it could actually fit.  I mean, with no clothes on,
you could lower your A/C bills and it would mean less loads of laundry. 
Perhaps in his culture, young children often ran around naked.  Almost
anyone would agree that Lucy was perhaps a bit too old for that sort of
thing.  But I had to give her credit for coming up with something.

   "Then he said I should stay a while and have some tea.  He got out a
picture album and showed me pictures of his family.  He asked how old I was
and showed me a picture of his grandson who is about my age and that he
would really like me.  He kept staring at my body when he talked,
especially between my legs. -� Then she quickly added this note,  -�I
didn't cover up, though, I promise, even when I was sitting down."

   I guess it was important for her to let me know she had fully honored
the dare.

   "I finished my tea and was about to leave, when he said he wanted to
make me something.  I think he was just stalling and didn't want me to
leave.  He said his parents started a clothing shop in town and he worked
there for many years as a tailor before he retired and had to sell it.  But
he still had lots of the machines and tools and could make me a beautiful
dress."

   "I tried to refuse.  I told him we were fine, and mom wouldn't accept
charity.  But he insisted.  He said if I didn't like it, I didn't have to
keep it.  So, he made me stand like this," she demonstrated for me by
standing like a mannequin with both arms outstretched.  When she did it, I
got to see her pussy again briefly.  It looked different somehow, pinker,
and glowing - if that is even possible.  Then she snapped her hand back
down and it was gone.

   "Anyway, he wrapped this measuring band all over my body then wrote down
a bunch of numbers.  It was SOOO embarrassing, but he told me it was
necessary to get a proper fit.  As I was leaving, he told me he would place
a fabric order immediately and that maybe some Saturday soon I could come
back for a fitting.  I told him 'thanks', but that I was busy and then I
got out of there before he could think up another reason to keep me around.
I hope I never have to go back there.  The End.  Can I go now?"

   I gave her permission, and she hurried up the stairs.  I figured she was
going to pee, but instead of going into the bathroom, I heard her bedroom
door slam closed.  I went and watched TV, musing about how much fun it had
been to give Lucy that dare.  She came downstairs about an hour later fully
dressed and looking much more relaxed.  She was finally able to settle down
and even watched TV with me.  She was curled up on the couch fast asleep by
the time mom got home.