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 Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 12 - My Nightmare (Part 1)

   "Mmmm, Mikey, right there!" she whispered sensually as I finally let my
fingers move directly onto her stiff nipples.  I had been teasing her for
several minutes during the massage, avoiding them on purpose and letting
the anticipation build.  I guess I should back up and explain why I would
be giving my little sis a breast massage in the first place.

   It all started while on vacation.  As part of a risky dare, Lucy had
been forced to spend all day on the beach topless in just her bikini
bottoms.  The tender white skin of her exposed breasts was not used to so
much sun.  She had only narrowly avoided a sunburn with the help of some
very special lotion.  A man at a local surf shop named Surfer Dave had sold
us his personal recipe of sun balm that he called his "Special Sauce".

   He demonstrated how to apply the lotion by standing behind Lucy right
there in the store and massaging it directly into her little exposed chest.
The stuff worked like magic, and she was immediately hooked.  There was
only one problem.  Surfer Dave did not come with the bottle.  That's where
I come into the picture.

   On vacation, I had stepped in and given her a couple more applications
just like Dave had demonstrated.  I should have anticipated she would want
more treatments even after we returned home.  She was practically addicted
to that lotion!

   The first time she came to me was so cute.  We had been home only a few
days but were already settling back into the routine of life.  I was in the
living room after school one day watching TV.  I looked up to see her
standing in the doorway holding the jar of lotion with a meek but hopeful
expression on her face.  She was still wearing her school clothes, a pretty
pale spring dress with strappy sandals.  Her blonde hair was down with a
matching plastic band holding it back from her face.

   "Um, Mikey?" she asked, slightly embarrassed about the request, but
clearly determined to follow through with it, "would you mind...um...giving
me another treatment?"

   Of course, I immediately nodded my head.  No one in their right mind
would turn down a request like that.  Her feet tip-tapped a little happy
dance while she practically spun in place trying to reach the zipper on her
back.  She acted so childish sometimes.  When she finally reached her
zipper, she shrugged her dress to the ground and stepped out of it.  There
was nothing childish about the young lady that emerged.

   She was wearing a simple pair of plain white panties and matching bra.
The shape of her frame which had only been hinted at beneath her cute dress
was no longer hidden from view.  Her vacation burn was long gone and had
settled into an even all-over tan just in time for summer.  There was
something alluring about the way her little hips swiveled when she walked
toward me down to her underwear but still in her school sandals.

   She plopped down on top of me and wiggled her little panty-clad bottom
impatiently directly on my lap.  Forcing Mikey Jr.  to ignore the grinding
sensation, I was forced to accommodate and scoot all the way back so she
could settle into on the couch between my open legs.

   She sat there patiently while I unscrewed the lid from the jar.  But
before I could begin, I realized I there was another top she was expecting
me to remove.  I actually found my hands trembling as I reached up.  I
didn't have any experience removing bras and it turns out there are tiny
little hooks that are nearly impossible to unlatch.  After I made a few
clumsy failed attempts, Lucy actually let out an amused giggle, then
reached behind her back to help me.  with a simple flick of her fingers,
the bra popped open.  I must have loosened it for her.

   Depositing her bra on the couch, she raised her arms and held her hair
out of the way.  I could follow the line of her spine from her neck down
her smooth bare back.  Her ribs wrapped around her upper torso and
disappeared somewhere in front where her swelling chest was waiting. 
Lower, she narrowed into a tiny waist before curving out once again.  Her
hips were still developing but were perfectly proportioned on her young
frame.  The white cotton of her panties hugged her bottom lovingly.

   When, I didn't start immediately, she wiggled her hips impatiently and
let out a little huff.  I blushed slightly, hoping she hadn't caught me
admiring her scantily clad growing body, and dove my hand into the jar of
lotion.

   The consistency was somewhere between hair gel and cream.  It had a
faint and not unpleasant smell of several indistinguishable plants.  I
recalled Dave saying something about avocados.  But it wasn't green like an
avocado.  This stuff glowed brighter green like it was radioactive.  I knew
from personal experience that the color faded after application and was
completely clear once it had dried.

   In case you're wondering how I knew, yes, I had used it on myself.  You
must understand, I was a teenage boy with needs!  No cream or lotion was
safe around me.  But that's a story for another time.

   Scooping out a small amount evenly on each hand, I reached my arms
around her.  She sucked in her breath when the cold lotion made contact on
the side of each breast.  I cradled her heavenly orbs for a moment,
savoring the sensation of her warm female flesh ballooning sexily in my
hands with every breath.  Then I began my massage.

   The lotion warmed quickly from both the friction and our shared body
heat as I worked my usual route around her chest.  I steered around the
pink bullseyes marking the center of each breast in order to save the best
for last.  Although still early on her journey to womanhood, she had
already grown a cute pair of boobies.  I marveled at how the soft tissue
would give way beneath my fingers but would immediately return to its
original shape as soon as the pressure was removed.

   She had some rounding around the edges but was still immature in many
respects.  There wasn't much heft to her mounds, and they were small enough
that I could wrap my hands completely around each one.  But beneath the
surface, I could feel a gathering of more dense tissue.  Her female glands
and organs felt poised and ready for more growth.  If my prediction was
correct, she was going to grow a handful sooner rather than later.

   She seemed to quite enjoy my special attention; sighing contentedly as
the tension melted away.  However, under the constant intimate rubbing,
cute little mewls of arousal would also occasionally escape her lips.  She
was putty in my hands.  She really did try to receive my gift massage like
a good little girl and remain motionless, but before long she was wiggling
her upper body restlessly beneath my slippery grip.

   I hadn't even touched them yet, but peeking over her shoulder, I saw her
caps had gathered into stiff points.  That was likely Surfer Dave's work.
His recipe contained more than a few stimulating additives.  Lucy's body
had responded spectacularly each time so far as the chemicals and natural
aphrodisiacs circulated and inundated this newly awakened sexual creature.
And even though it's none of your business, I will admit my body had had a
similar reaction when I used it on myself the day before.

   Her movements became less and less restrained.  I didn't even have to
move my hands anymore.  I just held them steady while she squirmed her orbs
excitedly across my cupped hands.  When I decided, I gave her a firm
squeeze, a nonverbal signal for her to calm herself.  She stopped
immediately and held her breath.  Then, slowly, I traced my fingertips
inward until I was making laps around her pale areolas.  They responded by
puckering cutely as I drew tiny circles around her pink eraser tips.

   She let out the breath she had been holding in as my fingers finally
found their perky targets.  I had to resist my natural urge to pinch and
squeeze them.  I knew they were very sensitive and didn't want to hurt her.
Instead, I contented myself to giving them playful tweaks and flicks with
my fingers.

   After making sure the cream was thoroughly and well absorbed by every
inch of her beautiful breasts, I slowly wound my massage down.  With one
last squeeze, I let go.  When she was released, she looked incredibly
relaxed, but also excited.  she thanked me with a peck on the cheek, then
grabbed her dress and bra and turned to leave.  Her panty clad bottom
jiggled enticingly as she retreated from view and up to her room.

   I sat for a minute with a silly smile on my face not quite believing my
incredible luck.  Then I eagerly grabbed the jar of lotion and took off to
my bedroom.



   Dare Me - Chapter 12 - My Nightmare (Part 2)

   The same process repeated itself every few days.  She would come to me
with that hopeful expression holding Dave's lotion.  I got to the point
where I would get a boner just from seeing that stupid jar.  Sometimes she
would have to remove her dress like the first time, but often it was just
her shirt or top.

   I don't know why, but she would always wait for me to remove her bra.  I
think she got a kick out of watching me fumble with the latches.  It was
one of the few tasks at which she was more skilled than me.  But my skill
steadily improved each time along with my massaging technique.  It probably
helped that I had such an alluring partner willing to let me practice on
her.

   About a week later, the inevitable happened.  Mom walked in on Lucy
writhing excitedly between my legs in nothing but a pair of school shorts
(presumably with panties underneath) while I gleefully worked the green
lotion into her adorable chest.  Her shirt and bra were discarded on the
couch beside us.

   She had been out job hunting and entered the living room to discover me
giving Lucy a topless breast massage.  She may not have known quite how to
react but wasn't totally confused either.  After all, she had seen me give
Lucy similar treatments while on vacation.  So, she had some context.  But
it was news to her that Lucy was still getting them.

   Pausing briefly, she ventured forward into the room when she saw there
was nothing too concerning going on.  Lucy smiled brightly when she saw
her. She sat down in a chair across from us to observe.  The look on her
face was somewhere between amused and a little jealous.

   "Ohhhh, Mikey," Lucy sighed, "don't stop."

   Mom's next statement actually made me blush a little.  "Looks like you
have a real talent Michael," she said, "maybe you should think about
becoming a masseuse when you grow up."

   "Mom, you have to try this stuff!" Lucy interjected, "it's soooo
relaxing!"

   Mom actually had tried the lotion once before.  On our flight home from
vacation, she had gone into the lavatory and given herself a treatment. 
Having spent the entire previous day sunning without her top on, she was in
desperate need of relief.  So, she had some experience with the stimulating
side effects of Surfer Dave's secret sauce.

   When I had finished with Lucy, she retreated from the room, but mom
stayed and kept watching me curiously; like she was considering something.
When she finally spoke, it was on a seemingly different subject.

   "I think I struck out again today," she reported despondently.  She had
gone out every day looking for another job ever since our trip.  So, it
wasn't for lack of trying.  But while I'm sure she made a good first
impression, she wasn't supremely qualified to do much.  She had married dad
right out of high school and didn't have many vocational skills.  Her
passive personality also didn't lend itself to being a go-getter either.

   "Just keep trying," I offered encouragingly, "we have enough to make it
a little while longer."

   Mom's severance package from her last job had been completely spent and
Lucy and I were too young to get jobs.  So, to take some of the burden off
her, I had offered to help organize the bills and the family budget.  At
only 14, I should have been goofing off after school or watching TV.  But
instead, I would come home each day, open the mail, and organize all the
"past due" notices and bills we had received that day.  I had no idea how
many people and companies expect you to send them money every month!

   I had visited the library and checked out every book I could find on
trimming household expenses and being thrifty.  That's where I learned you
could petition for something called a "hardship exception" and get some of
the bills, like electricity and water, deferred or even totally cancelled
for a short time.  A single mother losing her job certainly qualified as a
hardship scenario.

   One book suggested a yard sale as a way to raise funds.  We held one on
a Saturday and made enough to get us by for another month, but it wasn't a
long-term solution.  Even though I couldn't work full time, I did stay
alert for smaller odd jobs and opportunities.  But being so young and
unable to drive, I didn't have much luck.  One neighbor lady asked if I
could watch her three granddaughters for a few weeks over the summer while
she went on a European cruise with the girls' parents.  But I turned her
down.  I didn't know the first thing about babysitting.  What was I going
to do, play pajama hide and seek all summer with three sisters I didn't
even know?

   Lucy had also been eager to do her part to help out.  I gave her an idea
I had read about to plant your own backyard vegetable garden, and she ran
with it.  She attacked the undertaking with typical Lucy enthusiasm.  She
went around to all our elderly neighbors and got them to donate their spare
gardening tools to her effort.  I think they were impressed with a young
lady taking initiative to help provide for her family.  I'm sure it didn't
hurt that Lucy, with her positive attitude and perky smile, aways made a
good impression.

   Using advice from the book, she went to work designing a layout where
all the plants would thrive in the yard.  The hardest part was digging up
all our grass and tilling the soil by hand.  It took her a whole week of
evenings, but she was persistent.  She even made a tract along the side of
the house to plant roses and other flowers to maybe sell.

   The next weekend, I had let her use some of our funds to buy a few more
necessary supplies as well as the seeds.  I followed her around one hot
Sunday, hauling topsoil and fertilizer while she carefully placed the
seedlings according to her master plan.  It was backbreaking work and took
all weekend, but by the end, she had all kinds of delicious vegetables and
plants growing in tidy rows all over our yard.

   Mom's only assignment during that whole time was to find another job. 
And she was failing.  She dutifully dressed up in her nicest business
attire and set out every morning full of optimism.  But when she returned
in the evening, she always looked so defeated.  Sitting across from me in
the living room in her uncomfortable looking blazer and office suit, she
looked like a true businesswoman who had just come home from a long day at
work.  The only part missing was the paycheck.

   She slipped her shoes off and stretched her aching muscles, all the
while eyeing the jar of lotion.  I should have anticipated her next
question.  But I admit, I was still caught by surprise.

   "Um, Michael?...I know massages are such frivolous expenses that we
can't afford right now.  But you know how stressful things have been
lately. I could really use something to relieve the tension.  Do you think
you could maybe give me a massage like you gave Lucy?" she asked.

   I nodded before I had even fully realized what I agreed to.  When it
comes to modesty, we didn't have the most traditional mother-son
relationship.  I had seen her in various stages of undress, especially
during our vacation, and she trusted me implicitly as one of the few people
in her life who wouldn't take advantage of her.  None of that changed the
fact that I had just agreed to give my own mother a breast massage.

   She shrugged her blazer off and started unbuttoning her blouse down the
front.

   "Oh, thank you," she said, with relief in her voice.  Before she removed
her bra, she asked for confirmation.  "You sure you're ok with this?"

   I gulped but managed to hide my misgivings.  "Sure, mom, no problem. 
It's like you said, maybe I will end up becoming a masseuse.  If so, I'm
gonna need the practice!"

   Convinced to continue, she removed her oversized bra and sat down in the
spot recently vacated by her daughter.  I grabbed the jar and extracted a
larger than normal amount of ointment.  Then I reached around her to begin
the massage in earnest.

   I'm not going to describe it in detail.  Let's just say I followed the
same pattern I had used on Lucy's much smaller chest with some success.  It
was strange massaging mammoth melons rather than cute little apples and I
did run out of lotion and had to go back to the jar for more.  But the end
result was exactly the same.  She had started out stoically but was soon
wriggling in exactly the same manner as her daughter as the stimulating
chemicals took their toll.

   At one point she said, "Oh, Michael, you don't even know how happy
you're going to make some woman someday!" which made me blush.

   I must have done a good job, because when I was finished, she didn't
even move.  She just lay down on the couch, still topless, and fell right
asleep while I went to make dinner.  I could only hope that small reprieve
from her stressful life would be enough to invigorate her during her next
job interview.



   Dare Me - Chapter 12 - My Nightmare (Part 3)

   Her next dare request came with just a few days of school remaining. 
Due to a quirk in our schedule, the semester stretched into early June that
year and was oddly set to end on a Monday.  As May wound down, no one
really wanted to be there, including the teachers.

   While I had two more years of Junior High to go, in just a few more
days, Lucy's elementary career would be at an end.  It represented the end
of an era for the Jenkins family.  Beyond our time in the classrooms, that
school had always been a part of us in some way; whether going to
assemblies and evening recitals or viewing science projects at a fair in
the gym every year in February, or just hanging out with neighborhood kids
at the playground in the summers.

   For every child around, it was the center of their world.  But everyone
knows, as time moves on and kids grow up, they rarely return to their old
schools.  An older teenager or lone adult seen loitering around an
elementary school playground would immediately be branded a troublemaker;
or worse, a creep.

   It was bittersweet to think that the school might forget about our
family after Lucy graduated the sixth grade and moved on.  I think that's
why the idea of making sure she left her mark on it before her time was up
was so appealing to me.  So, when the opportunity for another dare
presented itself, I had already been considering ways to incorporate our
little neighborhood elementary school one last time.  And after what I came
up with, I'm proud to say, I don't think anyone will ever forget the name
"Lucy Jenkins" around those halls.

   That final Thursday, a much anticipated packaged arrived in the mail. 
It contained a special scrapbook of photos from our vacation.  The photos
were professionally shot and featured Lucy and I in various scenes of the
old west.  Most notably, she was nearly or totally naked in every scene. 
That's because, for the photo shoot, and as part of an earlier dare, I had
made her play the role of a notorious girl known as The Naked Bandit.

   I giddily set the scrapbook in plain sight in the living room and waited
for Lucy.  She had gone out to check on her garden after school and make
sure all her babies had enough water.  She had been spraying so much water
lately, I was glad we wouldn't have to pay the water bill for the next few
months.  When she came in, she was sweating and tracking in dirt.  She was
also carrying her jar of lotion in the hopes of landing a nice relaxing
after-school session with her personal masseuse.

   She hadn't mastered the art of tending to a garden without getting dirt
everywhere yet.  So, I ordered her to deposit her soiled clothes into the
washing machine and come back.  When she returned, she was only wearing
green panties and a bra with green trim.  I guess her thumb wasn't the only
green thing on her body that day!

   It was a cute bra with a front clasp which I am proud to report I deftly
unlatched on the first try.  I gave her beautifully encased swells a
playful squeeze before peeling the bra open like a book and exposing her
little girls to the open air.  As I was reaching into the lotion, she
noticed the book laying on the couch.

   She perused the photos while I went to work on her naked chest.  She was
warm from working outside in the late spring afternoon heat and I'm sure
the gel had a nice cooling effect on her bare skin.  She was normally
completely focused on my massage, but the book distracted her.  Despite
that, she still squirmed and let out adorable little whimpers as my hands
worked their magic on her young orbs with the help of Surfer Dave's serum.

   The pictures were amazing.  And I'm not just saying that because of the
gorgeous naked girl featured prominently in each one.  The photographer,
who by some odd coincidence was also named Dave, was truly talented.  Even
if she wanted to take offense at his invasion of her privacy, she had to
admit, the man sure knew how to take a good photograph.

   "You should take that book to school tomorrow," I teased, "I'm sure your
teachers and classmates would love to see what you did on your vacation."

   I had been trying to get a rise out of her.  But her response was not
quite what I expected.

   "Forget about it!  No one cares about the old west anymore,
Mikey...except maybe Coach.  He has stuff like this hanging up all over his
office.  He never shuts up about some guy named John Wayne.  And he wears a
holster with a real gun when we run the track after school.  He says it's
for protection.  But I think it's just because he likes wearing it so
much." she said, then added "Ooh, careful!  I'm kinda sore!"

   I had been continuing her breast massage as she spoke and gotten
distracted by a particularly interesting photo in the book.  I admit I
might have squeezed her a little too hard and tweaked a sensitive spot.  I
eased off and continued with a lighter touch.  Then an idea struck me.  She
had been trying to figure out some gift for Coach to thank him for
organizing the school run club all year.  She had come to me complaining
about not having any money to spend on teacher gifts.  Mom was always such
a pushover that Lucy could get money whenever she wanted.  But now that I
oversaw the finances, she was out of luck.

   "Hey, remember how you were trying to come up with a gift for Coach?" I
said, half-jokingly, "you should give him your wanted poster to put up in
his office!"

   The poster was positively obscene.  It feature naked Lucy striking a
pose facing away from the camera but with her whole torso twisted in the
middle.  She was only wearing a pair of cowboy boots and a gun belt with
holster.  Her hair was done up in braids and a cowboy hat hung on her back.
She was also wearing her trademark black mask.  The photo was sepia and
printed on a large poster.  But even then, she was showing way too much
skin and flesh in the photo for it to be considered appropriate to put on
public display.

   Like I said, I was still trying to get a rise out of her.  There was no
way I actually expected her to even consider it.  But she didn't respond
immediately.  And when I realized she had gotten really quiet and a blush
was forming on her cheeks, I put two and two together.  I saw my moment and
decided to pounce.

   "That is, of course, unless you're too scared." I teased, knowing she
couldn't resist my taunt.  I shut my mouth and let my fingers do the
talking.  I traced them toward her stiff nipples and began gently rubbing
the stimulating lotion directly into her sensitive areolas.

   I let her imagine the possibility for a few seconds and make up her
mind. When she finally spoke, it was with a soft conspiratorial tone.  "I
couldn't do that....  unless you...were to...Hey Mikey, do you dare me to?"

   I smiled to myself.  Putty in my hands.  This was getting too easy.