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 �>�Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 9 - Lucy makes a Diamond (Part 1)

   I avoided her the rest of the evening and got to sleep early.  It was a
school night, but I set my alarm for 4:30am.  I was determined to flip the
script on her.  I went into her room and woke her up in a similar manner
she had employed on me the night before; by jumping vigorously on her bed.
This time she was the one disoriented.  I didn't give her any time to get
her bearings.

   "Lucy Jenkins, I have a dare for you.  Take off all your clothes, put on
your running shoes and meet me at the front door.  You have 2 minutes." I
said ominously then stood up and walked out of her room.

   Two minutes later, she stumbled down the stairs in nothing but her
sneakers and ankle socks.  She had put her hair up in a hasty ponytail and
looked a little scared.  She rubbed her eyes sleepily but did not cover
herself.  She must have sensed this was different somehow than the last two
nights.  That was a good sign.

   I instructed her to go ahead and warm up.  She went through the same
stretches I had seen her do last night in the dark of my bedroom.  Only
this time she was wearing nothing except a pair of sneakers and standing
under the entryway chandelier.  It had been five full months since I had
last seen her naked and her body had changed in new and interesting ways.
Her skin was flawless as usual but quite pale from being cooped up inside
all winter.  Her hair was longer and darker, too.  I knew by mid-summer the
sun would bleach it several shades lighter.

   The last traces of her baby fat clung to her in dwindling places.  Her
hip bones were not as, well, boney, for example.  And on her stomach, there
was now an unbroken plane from her pelvis to the bottom of her rib cage. 
And instead of smooth baby fat, sinuous new muscles rippled beneath the
surface as she stretched.

   Her legs were trim and impossibly long, like a gazelle.  I thought they
must be longer than every girl in my school, even the 9th graders.  But
then I was reminded that when it came to the girls in my school, I never
got to see their legs all the way to the top like I could with Lucy.  That
probably skewed my perspective.  They were also more sculpted than before
and had little rippling muscles, probably from all the recent jogging.

   Her beautiful, rounded bottom that I had previously seen filling out her
P.E.  shorts was now unobstructed.  I guarantee every boy in her class
fantasized about what it would be like to see Lucy's amazing naked ass when
he played with himself at night.  But they were stuck only imagining.  I
got to see it in person.

   Her still growing breasts bulged out more in every direction.  Her
areolas (a term I learned in health class) had grown darker and more
pronounced.  They were wrinkled tightly and made her nipples poke out even
further than before which added a whole new dimension to her chest.  I knew
that meant she was either cold or excited and I guessed the latter.  She
was practically buzzing.  Another good sign.

   Her pussy lips, sorry, her labia were plumper and starting to bloom.  I
could already see a slight sheen glistening under the lights.  Heat.  A
very good sign!  When she finished her warmup, she stood awaiting her dare
with quiet anticipation.  She stared at me with those intense blue eyes.

   "Lucy Jenkins," I started with a solemn voice.  She perked up thinking
she was about to get her dare.  But instead, to keep her off balance, I
asked, "Do you masturbate?"

   "What?!" she faltered and took a step back - literally taken aback by my
sudden lewd question.  Then she moved her hand to cover her pussy.  "No!"
she said with a deep blush.

   "I find that hard to believe.  Are you sure you know what that means?" I
offered, "you know, play with yourself?" I made air quotes then looked down
where she was holding her pussy as if I had just caught her in the act. 
She quickly removed her hand.

   "God, no!  I do not 'play with myself', she swore, "That's gross! 
Pervert."

   Having clearly struck a nerve, I smiled knowingly.  "No matter," I
continued, "now this dare is going to last longer than usual and has
multiple parts.  So, pay attention.

   Lucy Jenkins, first, I dare you to jog around the neighborhood as you
are dressed right now, in only your running shoes.  When you are finished
with your run, do not come home.  Instead, go straight to Mr.  Beski's
house.  Tell him you joined the run club at school but can't afford the
uniform, so you are doing chores to raise money to buy one.  Then ask him
if there are any chores you can do for him while you are there.  He may
release you anytime, but you are not allowed to ask to leave until 7:00. 
Once he says you can go, come home, and get ready for school.

   Second, you are not allowed to 'play with yourself' or touch yourself
down there until this dare is complete.  That part shouldn't be too hard
since you think that's 'gross'.  But remember, the dare does not end when
you get home.  There will be more, but that's a surprise for later. 
Something to look forward to."

   When I finished talking Lucy's eyes fluttered so much, I thought she was
having a seizure.  It was a lot to process, but there was no need for her
to just stand around processing it.  She would have plenty of time for that
on her run.  So, my speech concluded, I opened the door and helpfully said
"the sun will be up soon, you better get going.  And no covering!"

   I was pretty proud of myself.  I didn't have the rest of the dare
figured out yet, but it was a solid foundation.  Yeah, using Mr.  Beski was
kind of derivative.  But I felt the "no touching yourself" rule was a
clever twist.  I knew for a fact she was lying to me about never
masturbating.  She had protested too much in her denial.  And she even had
the gall to call me the pervert.  She would pay for that comment.

   I didn -(TM)t need her to admit it because I had personally heard her
masturbating while she fantasized about Mr.  Beski's grandson, Joseph.  But
the real reason for adding that twist was so I wouldn't have to worry about
her letting off steam in the middle of the dare and losing her heat.  And
knowing Lucy, she would honor every instruction I had given her, including
that one.

   Around 6:30 the sun came up, but she still wasn't back.  She had to have
been aiming to get back before then to use the cover of darkness to conceal
her nudity.  But she missed her window of opportunity.  I got completely
ready for school and ate breakfast.  Still no sign of Lucy.  I had given
her permission, if Mr.  Beski hadn't yet dismissed her by then, to excuse
herself at 7:00.  When 7:10 rolled around I saw mom off to work.  But she
still wasn't back.  That -(TM)s when I started to sweat.  Did something go
wrong?

   I was supposed to ride my bike to school that day but wouldn't make it
in time if I didn't leave by around 7:25.  However, I couldn't leave until
she had returned safely.  About 5 minutes later, she finally did appear,
running in from the opposite direction as Mr.  Beski's house!  Even more
bizarrely, she was wearing an apron.  She was out of breath and looked
disheveled, but in one piece.  The apron was adult size and thick, like one
used for grilling.  It swallowed her small frame and wrapped all the way
around her modestly.  But it still looked silly and out of place on a girl
who was supposed to be out for a jog.

   I wanted to know what had gone so wrong with the dare.  But time was
short.  She only had about 15 minutes to get ready for school, so I let her
go upstairs and describe what happened while she got ready.  She stripped
off the apron right in front of me.  I guess she was used to being naked
around me by now, even though I wasn't sure I would ever be.  She told the
story from the beginning, starting with her jog.  I even followed her into
the bathroom and stood there while she took a quick shower.  That was an
interesting experience.

   Anyway, she made it through her jog without incident.  Mr.  Beski was
delighted to see her - who wouldn't be happy to see a cute, naked young
lady show up at your doorstep and offer to do odd jobs around your house?
He did have a couple chores for her.  Namely, he needed several lightbulbs
changed and his courtyard garden needed watering.  That didn't sound good
to me.  I had heard stories of shut-in senior citizens unable to change
their own lightbulbs as they got older.  But it wasn't like him to let his
prized garden fall into disarray.

   She finished her shower and had me hand her a towel.  I got to watch her
dry off, then she dropped the towel and walked naked to her room.  I
followed her.  I had never seen a girl get ready after her shower before.
It was a whirlwind of clothes and freshly scrubbed flesh and hair
accessories and lots and lots of skin.  But she seemed completely
comfortable letting me watch her dress and undress until she had the
perfect combination for her day.  She didn't wear make-up yet, so the
biggest chunk of time was spent on her hair.

   Once she was dressed, I kind of lost interest in her morning routine and
wanted her to get back to her story.  The meager chores she had already
listed would have taken practically no time at all.  So why was she so late
getting back?  And where did the apron fit in?  I made her proceed with her
recounting.

   She said Mr.  Beski gave her $10, and she thought he was about to let
her go.  But he had one last chore for her.  He handed her an envelope with
a letter inside and asked if she would please deliver it to his friend's
house.  Lucy didn't want to do it, especially since it meant showing up
naked at another old man -(TM)s doorstep, but it was technically still part
of her dare.  So, she took the letter and set off.  At that point it was
still night out and she figured she could endure one more brief moment of
humiliation if it meant getting back home before daylight hit.

   His friend lived in the next neighborhood over from us in the direction
of Lucy's school.  She wasn't that familiar with those street names and got
a little lost.  But she eventually found the right street and house number.

   At this point, Lucy stopped getting ready and turned to me wide-eyed.

   "It was awful, Mikey!" she said, "a man answered the door, and I handed
him the letter.  He read it to himself then turned to me with a creepy
smile."

   Mr.  Beski had told his friend in the letter about Lucy needing to raise
money for her track uniform and had volunteered her for another round of
chore duty.  The man had her come in and said there was something she could
help him out with.  When she entered the living room, there were three
other men.  It sounded like some kind of early morning card playing club
for old men.  She said everyone just stared at her naked body and she
didn't know what to do.

   "But I didn't cover up!" she assured me.  As she was speaking, I noticed
her surreptitiously reach down between her legs as if something was
bothering her down there.  I has a suspicion about the cause of her
discomfort, and even through the thick material of her skirt, it almost
counted as breaking the "no touching yourself" rule, but I decided to let
it slide.

   She continued, "he asked if I knew how to make coffee.  I said 'no
-(TM), and he brought me into his kitchen and showed me how.  Then he told
me to make a fresh pot and bring it out in four mugs."

   This was too perfect.  I could just picture it.  A young naked waitress
serving coffee to a bunch of leering, old men while they played bridge or
something.  She finished serving coffee, but they weren't done.  They kept
thinking up more things for her to bring them.  First it was cream and
sugar.  Then breakfast cookies.  Juice, milk, muffins.  She kept bringing
them things and they kept leering at her nudity.

   Finally, at 7:00, she was allowed to excuse herself.  They pooled $20
and invited her back anytime, something she swore would never ever happen.
It was bright outside by then so she could no longer hide in darkness.  She
knew she had to get back quickly.  But she took one step outside and there
was Connor Lyles riding his bike down the sidewalk.  He was on his way to
school.

   "I'm pretty sure he saw me, too!" she exclaimed with a blush.  "Even
though I ran back inside real quick.  I -(TM)m sorry!  I just couldn't do
it.  That neighborhood is full of kids, and they would all be riding or
walking to school about this time.  So, I stole an apron from that old man.
Well, I paid him the $30 I had made, so maybe it's not stealing?  I'm
sorry! I know I wasn't supposed to cover up, but I just couldn't make it
home without it."

   I listened to her pathetic excuses with a stern expression.  I told her
she had broken the rules with that apron and would pay later as a result.
She gulped and nodded.  But for now, we needed to leave.  She had finished
getting ready just as her story ended.  Her hair was done up in a bun with
a braid that looped down behind her and somehow came back up into it.  I
couldn't figure out how she had managed to make all that, but it looked
amazing.  We rushed downstairs a little late for school.  If she left now
on her bike, she would probably get to her school in time.  I would have to
ride hard but thought I could make it too.

   She stood at the front door, this time dressed in a cute school outfit,
and beamed up at me.  She was practically glowing and looked beautiful. 
She gave me a big hug and said, "Bye, Mikey, and thank you" with a smile so
big it made her eyes squint.

   I said, "don't thank me, yet.  You still have the rest of your dare to
complete later.  And you still owe me for using that apron when you weren't
supposed to." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she left.  It
was good to have the old Lucy back.

   After school, she told me that Connor Lyles kept looking at her on the
playground.  She guessed he was trying to figure out if he had really,
briefly seen her walk out of a house in his neighborhood without any
clothes on or if he was hallucinating.  I told her not to worry.  It was
too strange an encounter and wouldn't make any sense in his mind.  Why
would Lucy Jenkins be outside a random house where she didn't even live
without any clothes on?  I assured her boys that age were constantly
fantasizing about their female classmates being naked, especially the
cutest ones.  That statement made her blush.

   She was fidgety and on edge all evening.  But not in an angry way like
before.  This was nervous anticipation, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It was kind of cute watching her squirm.  She even tried to pry information
from me, casually asking what my evening plans were.  But I didn't fall for
it.  Eventually, she gave up on the subtle approach and asked outright if I
would please go ahead and give her the rest of her dare now.  I flatly
refused.  I had had the benefit of thinking about it all day and had come
up with what I felt would be a fitting and truly grand finale.  But I
didn't want to rush it.

   I could practically see the little diamond factory stirring to life
inside her.  The initial pressure had kick-started the process.  Now the
heat was building.  Time was working in my favor.  I told her that
badgering me would just make me want to wait longer.  She managed to hold
her tongue after that.  She was clearly disappointed when the evening
passed without incident.  Although, she did perk up at bedtime, perhaps
suspecting more overnight excitement.  She deserved to spend at least one
night stuck in her bed, the anticipation and heat building inside her body,
but unable to do anything to relieve the pressure.

   All the while, I would finally get a good night's sleep without
interruption.  At least, that was my plan.  I guess I overestimated her
ability to endure it.  Because very early the next morning, a voice as
small as a mouse roused me from my sleep.

   "...Mikey..."

   I opened my eyes.  It was dark in my room and at first, I didn't see
anyone.  But then I detected a small, Lucy-shaped presence at the foot of
my bed.  She wasn't saying anything or moving at all.  It was kind of
creepy.  Like, how long had she been sitting there just watching me sleep?

   My clock said 4:31am.  I reached over and turned on the lamp on my
nightstand.  I immediately noticed several irregularities at once.  Most
unusually, she was naked.  She had gone to bed with pajamas.  What
happened? Also, her eyes were wild and sunken at the same time, and her
hair was disheveled more than usual; even more than bedhead would cause. 
But most troubling, there were little red marks all over her chest.

   "Mikey, help me." she said with tears gathering in the corners of her
eyes and threatening to run down her cheeks.  She sniffled.

   Thinking she was hurt and taking my role as her protective older brother
seriously, I sat up a little bit to assess the situation.  Maybe it was her
lack of clothes, but she looked so small and vulnerable kneeling there at
the foot of my bed.  From her eyes, I guessed she hadn't slept much, if at
all.  But other than the red marks, which appeared superficial, she didn't
appear to be physically hurt.  So, I asked her to tell me what was wrong.
What did she need?  She gave only a two-word response.

   "Dare Me"



   Dare Me - Chapter 9 - Lucy makes a Diamond (Part 2)

   Are you kidding me?!  I almost went off on her.  Was she really that
worked up that she couldn't let me get a single night's sleep?  I opened my
mouth to berate her, but then I watched her somehow shrink even further
into herself.  She was clearly in distress.  So, instead I took a deep
breath then made her tell me what had happened.

   "I'm sorry!" she begged for leniency, "I tried really, really hard not
to disturb you.  It's just so hot in my room and I couldn't sleep.  I tried
everything - except..."

   She stopped talking, suddenly realizing her hands were tugging at her
breasts again.  I pieced the rest together on my own.  Her diamond factory
was running so hot that it kept her up tossing and turning all night.  She
had bravely won the fight against the urge to touch herself "down there"
but in the process had sacrificed her clothes, and then her breasts to the
effort.  Playing with her little boobs all night, while pleasurable, was
not enough to push her over the top and had probably just made things
worse. When it became apparent to her that I wasn't going to wake up early
again and give her the dare, she came to my room to beg.

   I did feel a little sorry for her, especially the part where she lost a
whole night's sleep.  I could relate to that.  And I never meant for her to
suffer.  On the other hand, if I caved and gave her what she wanted now, I
might never get a good night's sleep again.  I told her I was sorry for
her, but I could not give her a dare right then.  She was going to have to
wait.

   "How long?" she asked desperately, "at least tell me when.  Please!"

   I pondered a moment then decided to throw her a bone, but she would have
to pay for it.  So, I guess that counts as selling her a bone.

   I said, "I'll tell you when, but only after you tell me what those are."
I pointed, indicating the red streaks on her chest.

   She looked down and knew she was busted.  "Now, admit that you do touch
yourself and apologize for calling me a pervert."

   She blushed, then tried an admission of guilt "I, no!...  I mean...  I
do.  I guess, I do do it.  Sorry."

   "Apology not accepted!" I snarled.  "You have to say 'Mikey, you were
right, and I was lying.  I do masturbate and touch myself down there to
make myself feel good and I'm sorry I called you a pervert'".

   She blushed even harder.  But she must have been in really dire straits
to demean herself in front of me.  She took a deep breath and managed to
parrot a close approximation of my words.

   "Mikey, I was lying.  I do m-m-masturbate and touch myself all over,
even d-down there.  And it feels good.  And I'm sorry I called you a
pervert.  And you were right.  Sorry."

   She looked up at me in fright.  I mused at the idea of making her prove
it by giving me a demonstration, but I wasn -(TM)t that mean.  I had scored
my point.  And she had earned her information.  So, I said, "that's better,
I accept your apology.  Wednesday morning, before school." meaning that was
when she would get the rest of her dare.

   Her face scrunched up as she tried to remember what today was.  She
calculated she would have to wait another 24 hours then heaved a sigh of
relief and the stress lines on her face faded somewhat.  The wait would be
hard, but the timing uncertainty had been killing her.  I took note of that
in case I needed to use it in the future.  I reminded myself that pressure
and heat weren't the only components.  Time, when wielded correctly, was
equally as powerful a tool.  Just then a light came on in the hallway and
mom stepped into the doorway to my room.  Oh shit!

   " Michael?" she said, clearly confused by the scene in front of her,
"what's going on?  Lucy, where are your clothes?!"

   I had to agree, it didn't look good.  My heart started pounding as I
stumbled to verbalize an excuse.  I stuttered something incoherent while my
mind went blank.  Luckily, Lucy gave an innocuous answer.  She innocently
told mom how it was so hot in her room that she took off her pajamas.  But
it was still too hot, so she took her panties off too.  She tossed and
turned all night and thought she might have a fever.  Knowing how much mom
needed sleep, she came to me for help instead.

   Her disheveled appearance did help sell the idea that she might be
getting sick.  Her hair was everywhere, her eyes were bloodshot, and there
were red streaks on her chest.  Mom checked her forehead and said she did
feel a little clammy.  She sent Lucy back to bed and said she would bring
her something from the medicine cabinet.

   Lucy left, but mom stayed behind to talk a minute.  She must have had a
sneaking suspicion that something else was up.  It wasn -(TM)t normal
behavior for a 12-year-old girl to be so comfortable to visit her older
brother -(TM)s room without any clothes on and she wanted to make sure
there was no foul play involved.  I could tell I wasn -(TM)t quite off the
hook yet.  She started by saying how happy she was that Lucy trusted me
enough to come to me with problems.  But she didn -(TM)t like that Lucy had
been naked.  After all, she wasn't a little girl anymore.

   "Aw, mom," I said calmly, in as assuring a voice as I could summon, 
-�all I saw was that she needed my help.  I really do think she just got
overheated, though.  She was just in here for a minute but was already
starting to feel better, and I was about to send her back to bed by the
time you got up here.  It didn -(TM)t -(TM) bother me.  It -(TM)s just
little Lucy Goosey, you know?  Don -(TM)t worry about it.  The important
thing is that she -(TM)s ok."

   Usually, mom did whatever I suggested.  So, when I told her not to worry
about it, that -(TM)s what she did.  She thanked me for being so
responsible and caring.  Then, willing to turn the page from the
uncomfortable topic, she turned to the morning.  If Lucy didn't have a
fever in the morning and was feeling ok, she suggested it would probably be
fine for her to go to school.  I concurred but offered to stay home with
her if she was still sick, so mom wouldn't have to miss work.  She looked
relieved that someone else was stepping up to carry some of the parental
load.  with our co-parenting mini session completed, she said "goodnight"
and left me to go back to sleep.

   The next morning Lucy was looking much better and wanted to go to
school. I guess having a timeline for the rest of her dare had a comforting
and calming effect on her.  But that evening, her excitement level started
to ramp up again as the time drew nearer.  Fortunately, she was pretty
wiped out after being up the entire previous night and didn't have trouble
falling asleep at bedtime.

   I went to wake her up at 5:00am Wednesday morning, but she was already
awake and sitting primly on the side of her bed.  She looked well rested
and happy to see me.  Eager to get started, she said she had already warmed
up and was sitting there in nothing but her running shoes.  I had her
follow me to the entryway, telling her to keep quiet to avoid waking mom
up.

   Before I handed her the same apron she had stolen a few nights earlier,
I stopped to look her over.  I could see evidence everywhere of the fiery
torrent buzzing beneath the surface.  Her areolas were so wrinkled, and her
nipples looked like, well, diamonds.  There was already a sheen of moisture
between her legs, likely the result of two days of pent-up arousal that she
had not been allowed to dissipate.  Despite the perky smile on her face,
her hands were clenched.  Satisfied that my plan was still working, I
handed her the apron and told her to put it on.

   As before, I asked her the incredibly intimate question, "Lucy Jenkins,
do you masturbate?"

   She flinched and I caught a brief hesitation, but she knew better than
to lie about it this time.

   "Yes."

   I smiled knowingly then asked, "Are you good at it?"

   "Yes!" she answered, then blushed at how quickly and absolutely she had
affirmed it.

   "Tell me, -� I asked her,  -�in your opinion, who is the hottest teacher
in your school?"

   I had already had a predicted answer.  There weren -(TM)t many options
to choose from since the entire school only had three male teachers.  I
suppose she might think of the P.E.  teacher that everyone called "coach"
as cute.  And he was the organizer of run club, so she did spend more time
around him than most kids.  There was also Mr.  Morrison the art teacher.
She never had anything negative to say about him.  But he was kind of a
hippy and not exactly heartthrob material.

   That left her history teacher, Mr.  Clark.  She bit her lip and thought
a while, though.  It was a closer contest in her mind than I had expected.
But in the end, she admitted "Mr.  Clark".  Like I said, I had already
anticipated she would say that.  I remembered from my own elementary school
years that Mr.  Clark's classroom had a big window overlooking the
playground.  And I had integrated that knowledge into my dare already, so I
was happy she picked him.

   Now that I had gotten her to admit which teacher she had the biggest
crush on, I laid out the dare.  First, she had to return the apron she
stole from that poor man on Monday by leaving it on his doorstep.  Since
that was all she had on, the rest of her dare would be performed completely
naked.

   Next, she had to run to her school playground and jog around the track
that encircled it.  This would add to her humiliation, since it was the
same track she ran on every day at run club.  She would never be able to
look at that track the same way after today.  As a punishment for breaking
the rules last time and using the apron to cover up, she would have to
complete five penalty laps around the track before taking her first break.

   Then I told her how break time was going to work.  Since she thought Mr.
Clark was so hot, each break was going to happen in front of the window to
his classroom.  Her jaw dropped open as I described it.

   "At each break, I want you to go up to his classroom window and play
with yourself while you count.  You have to be all the way against the
window, too.  Like, both your nipples have to stay pressed up against the
glass the whole time."

   I handed her a sharpie marker and explained, "If you can get yourself
off in 10 second in front of Mr.  Clark's window, your dare will be
complete, and you can come home.  If not, you have to stop touching
yourself and go take another lap.  But before you leave, you have to make
one tally mark on the window and one right here." I pointed to the perfect
spot on her abdomen, about halfway between her belly button and the top
cleft of her glistening pussy.

   "Keep trying until you have 10 tally marks.  You probably won't need all
10 chances since, like you said, you're so good at masturbating.  But if
for some reason you still haven -(TM)t done it by then, you have to wait
until you get home to finish."

   I stopped talking, expecting to see her eyes to fluttering like before,
but she just stared at me with her mouth agape.  I think I broke my sister.
Finally, she said "but....but..."

   I interrupted, "Yes, I know you have a cute butt.  I'm sure Mr.  Clark
has noticed it too.  He probably stares at it every day when you walk out
of his classroom.  You should use that.  Try to pretend he's in his
classroom watching you while you're in front of his window playing with
yourself.  Whatever you do, you should stop stammering and get to it. 
Because once the sun's up, there will be lots of kids heading to school and
they're all going to be wondering why Lucy Jenkins is doing naked laps
around the playground.  Then they're going to want to know what you're
doing over by Mr.  Clark's window with your hand between your legs.  That
is, unless you hurry up and get going.  Come on, it will be fun.  I dare
you!"

   That time her eyes did flutter, but she still wasn't moving.  I saw she
was going to need a kickstart to get her bare ass in gear.  So, I opened
the door and gave her a shove.  Only then did she take off in a panicked
sprint.  It's a good thing she had stretched already.  Otherwise, she would
surely have gotten a muscle cramp.

   Once she was gone, I looked at the clock and reviewed the calculations I
had made earlier.  It was currently 5:20am.  To run straight to the school
should have taken her fifteen minutes.  But she had to take a detour to
return the apron.  That would make it more like twenty.  The running track
completely encircled the playground, including all the equipment, the
basketball court, three baseball infields that were used for little league
practices and a small soccer field.  All in all, I figured it to be a
quarter mile long.  Each lap should take her about 4 minutes, maybe less if
she pushed herself.

   15 total laps at four minutes apiece equaled an hour.  Throw in the
trips to and from Mr.  Clark's window and the brief masturbation breaks and
she would be pushing close to 7:00am before she was done.  That is, unless
she were somehow able to make a diamond in 10 seconds.  I had lots of
practice at that age, but even I didn't think I could get myself off in 10
seconds!  Although, who knows?  She looked so worked up before she left,
she might make a diamond on her first try!

   I had over an hour to kill and I'm not you going to tell you what I did
to pass the time.  But I was more relaxed, dressed and had eaten breakfast
when 7:15 rolled around.  As usual, she was running late.  I couldn -(TM)t
begin to guess what had delayed her.  All I knew, if that girl showed up in
another apron, there would be hell to pay!

   Lucky for her, when she did finally appear, she was still naked.  I met
her at the front door, and she stumbled inside.  She was completely out of
breath and had clearly been running hard.  Her legs were wobbly, like
jelly, and I had to reach out to prevent her from collapsing in a heap. 
There was a sheen of sweat all over her body, but no more so than at the
apex of her legs where drops were running down the insides of her thighs.

   On her abdomen were 10 black tick marks, shamefully indicating her ten
failed orgasm attempts.  Her eyes were glazed over, and she started
mumbling "they saw me...they saw me" over and over between heaving breaths.
Who was she talking about?  Did some school employees catch her running
naked around the track?  Was it a group of kids on their way to school?  Or
it could be someone else entirely?  I wanted to ask her right there to tell
me but decided she better lie down first.

   It looked like everything had gone perfectly.  Too bad I had forgotten
to account for mom, who hadn -(TM)t left for work yet!  I started to lead
her to the stairs, thinking her bed was the best place to settle, when we
ran into mom.  For the second time in two days, I wracked my brain for a
good reason why my sister was completely naked in my presence.

   Fortunately, I could easily play the fever card again.  One touch
anywhere on her body and it was obvious she was running hot.  I even
explained away the shoes she was wearing by saying she must be so delirious
that she thought she was going to school.  Mom wanted to stay home and take
her to the doctor.  But, as usual, she relented when I insisted I had it
handled.  I convinced her to go to work.  Fortunately, she didn't notice
the tick marks on Lucy's stomach, because I didn't have a good excuse for
that.

   As mom left, I got Lucy upstairs and she collapsed onto her bed.  I knew
she didn't have a real fever, but I figured her muscles were probably sore
from overexertion.  After all, she had probably run at least 5 to 7 miles;
most of it at full speed.  So, I went downstairs to the medicine cabinet in
mom's bedroom to get some Tylenol.  I was not prepared for the sight that
awaited me when I returned.

   I stepped through the doorway of her bedroom to see Lucy splayed out,
face down on her bed.  She was on top of her covers, and, from that angle,
I could see down one side of her entire body, from head to foot.  She was
propped up by her bent knees with her shoes in the air.  Her head was
buried in her pillow causing her body to form a sort of a tripod.  Her
naked bottom was sticking straight up in the air and her right hand was
buried firmly between her thighs, trying to fulfill some urgent need coming
from her pussy.  Her left hand alternated squeezing and pinching each of
her little hanging boobs.

   She grunted lewdly into the pillow over and over, making animalistic
sounds I didn't know a 12-year-old girl could make.  Every few seconds, her
whole body would jolt, like she was being zapped with electricity.

   Her masturbation style was quite different from my own, but I recognized
it for what it was.  It was so sexy, that I immediately sprung to full
mast, despite having already taken care of things that morning.  The
primitive part of me begged my brain to stay there and watch.  But I felt
like an intruder, encroaching uninvited into the most intimate endeavor a
young lady could undertake on her own.  I watched her struggle and grunt a
while longer, then reluctantly retreated from the room.

   About 45 minutes later, I went to check on her.  I didn't hear any
sounds coming from the room, so I thought it not impolite to intrude.  She
was curled into a tight ball up on top of her covers, snoozing.  She was
still naked but had kicked off her shoes.  The room was filled with the
most alluring aroma.  All I could figure; it must have been a byproduct of
her body -(TM)s earlier efforts.

   I went into her closet to get an extra sheet to lay over her.  But she
roused slightly before I could find one.  She never opened her eyes but
rolled over onto her back and stretched out her sore leg muscles with a
sexy whimper.  Then her hand moved back between her spread legs and her
fingers split the little folds of her pussy.  I finally found a sheet and,
not wanting to interrupt, quietly left it folded on the bed beside her.  I
attempted to retreat and give her privacy, but before I could get to the
door, her moans were already crescendoing.  I wasn't two steps down the
hall when I heard little Lucy produce another huge diamond.

   I left her be until around lunch time.  I warmed up a can of soup and
made grilled cheese and brought it to her along with some Gatorade.  She
was asleep again, but had pulled the sheet over her.  She sat up as I
entered, letting it fall to her waist.  She was unconcerned that it exposed
her bare breasts.  She ate and drank eagerly, then I made her recount what
had happened.

   She told me all about her jogging adventure, including every failed
orgasm attempt against Mr.  Clark's window.  She had gotten so close, she
said, but then the school lights automatically turned on at 6:30 and messed
everything up.  No longer staring at a black rectangle, she had to peer
into the same fully lit classroom she attended every day and attempt to
bring herself off in 10 seconds.  It was just too humiliating for her.

   I looked down to her abdomen at the ten marks of failure and chuckled to
myself.  That's when I noticed, in surprise, that she had one hand inside
her sheet and was rubbing herself again as she told the story.  I watched
in fascination as her nipples swelled fully erect with a few seconds.  How
many diamonds can a girl produce in one day?!

   The worst part, she said, was coming back.  She had just completed her
15 laps and was exhausted.  Her leg muscles, in particular, felt like they
were going to seize up and her diaphragm was hurting from all the deep
breathing necessary to keep oxygen flowing to her lungs.  But she knew she
had to hurry, and she desperately needed to get home for...other reasons.
So, pushing her body beyond its limit and ignoring the complaints from her
legs, she forced herself to climb the huge hill that separated the school
from the greenway.

   She figured that would be the hardest part of the return trip.  After
that hill, the greenway would be all downhill until she reached our
neighborhood.  But as she crested the hill, she looked down upon a group of
about a dozen kids on bicycles, all boys.

   "They saw me, Mikey!  They all saw me!" she said, with terror in her
eyes.  The hand beneath her sheet started moving more forcefully.

   They were about halfway up the greenway, riding right toward the school,
and toward her!  She heard cries of alarm as they immediately noticed a
naked girl cresting the top of the hill.  Boys have an innate ability to
notice a naked female, no matter where or how far away.

   "Hey look!  There's a naked girl up there!  She's naked!  Come on!" The
boys called out to each other, and the entire peloton started pedaling in
earnest.  The only thing that saved her from getting caught by them was the
fact that they were only fourth graders and were having to ride uphill
toward her.

   She turned away from the crest and started running the opposite
direction from the boys.  But that was just taking her back toward the
school, not where she needed to be heading.  The sun was up by now. 
Running away was pointless.  Only cover could save her.  So, she veered
left and made for the fence line.  The boys crested the hill just in time
to see their naked quarry scrambling up the outside of a privacy fence.

   I knew exactly where that fence line was and tried to guess if I would
have been able to identify a specific naked girl from that distance.  I
would have recognized Lucy -(TM)s body in an instant.  But I had seen it
naked so many times by now, I had an unfair advantage.  Her long blonde
ponytail was a distinct feature.  I gave it 50-50 odds the boys had
recognized her.  Lucy didn -(TM)t want to think about it.

   As soon as she landed, she turned and saw a little girl looking at her
and smiling.  The girl was inside her house sitting at the breakfast table.
But she was facing a sliding glass door which gave a perfect view of their
backyard.  She was young, probably in preschool, and was clearly amused to
see another naked girl standing outside.  Lucy was more concerned about the
girl's two older brothers who were also sitting at the table.  Even from
behind, she recognized one as a boy from her class.  The boys were facing
away, but the little girl opened her mouth to say something and pointed
right at Lucy.

   Lucy was not about to wait around and get caught naked in the backyard
of a classmate.  She immediately forced her overworked legs to start
pumping again and disappeared around the side of the house, hoping her nude
body had been nothing more than a delicious pink and blonde blur when the
boys turned around to look.  She heard the glass door sliding open and
someone calling out, but she was already climbing over the next fence and
just escaped.

   Sitting in her bed, Lucy started to squirm as she recounted the story.
She had spent the entire trip back ducking behind hedges, parked cars,
trashcans, and dodging the seeming constant flow of children, most of whom
she recognized, on their way to school.  They were all fully dressed, of
course.  She was the only one without any clothes forced to scrounge for
ways to conceal her secret nudity.  She would cautiously peek around
corners and wait, then force her aching, protesting body into another
sprint across open ground if the coast was clear.  All the while, she had
to resist attending to the constant throbbing need between her legs.

   When she reached our neighborhood, she gave up hiding and just ran.  She
decided, if she was going to be seen, at least it was senior citizens and
not her own classmates.  By the time she finished the story, her face was
flush, and it was obvious she needed to make another diamond.  When I told
her it was a dare well done, she smiled proudly, but then her mouth sagged
open, and her eyes squeezed shut accompanied by cute little pants.  The
hand beneath her sheet was making bigger, more exaggerated motions, now. 
So, I excused myself and retreated to the stairs where I sat to eat my
grilled cheese.  Sure enough, a couple minutes later, the now familiar
sound of yet another large diamond came echoing down the hallway.

   In total, I'm not sure how many diamonds Lucy made that day.  But it was
enough to make a dragon envious.  I guess it was enough to satiate her,
too, because she didn't wake me up that night, or the next.  It was nice to
be able to relax, but I also knew it would not last forever.  One day, she
would be back.  At least now I had some tools at my disposal.  It always
felt good to be properly equipped.