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 ï>¿Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 3)

   Trying to mask the growing panic in my voice, I called out, "Uh, Goosey,
where are we going?"

   "I...am going wherever I want," she replied, "and you --are accompanying
me, remember?" Then she added angrily, "and stop calling me that.  My name
is Lucy!" To emphasize her annoyance, she gave my cock what was supposed to
be a threatening squeeze.  I wasn -(TM)t about to tell her that attempting
to communicate irritation that way had the exact opposite effect.

   As she led me off the porch, my body went into sensory overload.  I
could feel the morning sunshine warming every inch of my naked body.  The
birdsongs sounded much louder in my ears than they really were.  It felt
like they were mocking the silly, nude, blind boy being dragged around by
his little sister.  Everything, even the light gust caressing my bare skin,
served to remind me of my total lack of clothing.

   Her firm grip on my penis made sure I did not fall too far behind her.
With no way of seeing where we were headed, I had to trust her not to lead
me into a tree branch or off a curb.  The constant simulation on my prick
drove me crazy.  By the time we came to a stop, it was throbbing.

   "Woah!  I can feel your heartbeat!" she cried.  A blush formed on my
cheeks as I realized she was holding her hand real still so she could
experience the blood pumping through my swollen organ.  I was embarrassed
to be revealing such an intimate internal function of my body to her and
was grateful that the white socks encircling my head hid my blush of shame.

   With one last teasing squeeze, she let go of my throbbing member, and I
heard our mailbox opening.  So that was her excuse for coming out here! 
She was checking the mail.  Picking such a random mundane task brought me
comfort knowing that she didn -(TM)t have much of a plan and appeared to be
making it up as she went along.  But it still put me in an incredibly risky
position of potential exposure.

   Desperate to get back into the safety of our house, I started squirming
where I stood on the curb facing the whole neighborhood; absolutely
convinced that, any second now, one of our neighbors would walk by and see
my total package waiving hello to them.  I'm sure I made a hilarious sight
standing erect with my hands behind my back like I was trying to hail a
taxi with nothing but my cock.

   "Oh, look at that," she said, once again mocking the fact that I was
prevented from looking at anything, "the mailman delivered this letter to
our house instead of Mrs.  Davenport.  Come on, Mikey, let's take it to
her. Maybe she will offer us some tea and crumpets!"

   Grabbing my handle and giving an insistent yank, she pulled me out into
the street.  Having convinced myself we were about to go back inside; I was
sent reeling by this new development.  The rough asphalt hurt my tender
feet.  I tried to walk gingerly and get her to slow down, but Lucy set her
own pace and would not be slowed.  She accused me of trying to stall.  Kept
on such a short leash by her insistent grip, I had no choice but to hustle
along on the painful rocks wherever she tugged.

   Mrs.  Davenport was an old lady who lived a couple houses up and across
the street from us.  As a widow, she lived alone, but still wore fancy
clothes and makeup every day.  She used elegant words and spoke with a rich
accent.  She was just the type to serve crumpets.

   As we walked along, I began blubbering excuses for why we should turn
back.

   "Come on, Goos-I mean, Lucy, we can't go to Mrs.  Davenport's house. 
Not like this.  You don't understand how much trouble I could get into." My
arguments were falling on deaf ears, but I couldn -(TM)t afford to give up.

   "I mean it, this is totally out of bounds," I pleaded, "this wasn't part
of the dare.  I thought we were just going to stay around the house. 
You're not being fair!"

   But she was having none of it and just shushed me.  When we turned and
stepped onto what had to be the manicured grass of Mrs.  Davenport's lawn,
I started to panic.  I was mere seconds away from showing off my recently
grown pubescent manhood to one of our neighbors.  How could I ever live
something like that down?  I'm not proud to admit it, but, in that moment,
I resorted to begging.

   I couldn't stop picturing myself getting caught naked by Mrs. 
Davenport. She would most certainly call the police to come and arrest me
for indecent exposure or some other kind of criminal mischief related to
pulling naked pranks on dear old ladies.

   "Please, if you make me do this, I'm going to get arrested.  Please,
Lucy, give me something else.  I'll do anything else!  PLEASE!!!"

   Stepping onto her porch, just before my fate was sealed, Lucy accepted
my logic and came to a halt.

   "Ok, ok, stop being such a baby," she chided, "I'll give you a pass this
time, but it's going to cost you something else when we get back to the
house.  And I have a new rule.  For the rest of your dare, you are not
allowed to say anything except to answer a direct question.  Got it?"

   Certain I had just dodged a bullet, I nodded in understanding and felt a
great relief at being allowed to turn around and step back from the edge of
my own personal cliff of humiliation.  After stopping by Mrs.  Davenport's
mailbox to drop off her letter, she led her blind naked ward back toward
our house.  But with each step we took, doubt began to creep into my
thoughts.

   I had struck some kind of deal with Lucy to preserve my modesty.  But
what exactly had I traded away to keep my body from being seen by some
random old lady?  Did I really say, "I'll do anything"?  The further we got
from her house, the worse the deal felt to me.

   She didn't make a peep as we walked.  Perhaps she was trying to think up
a sufficiently humiliating next task for me.  She certainly had plenty of
personal nude experiences from which to draw ideas.  Eventually, unable to
contain my nerves, I decided to feel her out for clues.

   "Um, Lucy, what was it you were going to have me do next?" I asked.

   "Hey!  No talking, remember?  That's another point for later," was her
only reply.

   When we got home, she led me to our upstairs bathroom and allowed me to
take my blindfold off.  It afforded me a chance to see the outfit she had
picked out for herself.  She was wearing simple summer attire; light and
cool.  Her red sandals matched her tee shirt and her long, smooth legs ran
up to disappear underneath a pair of cut-off jean shorts.

   Her hair was held back with one of those plastic headbands, black. 
Having her stand there fully dressed for the day while I was forced to
remain naked and aroused felt so weird.  For once she was the one getting a
front row seat to her sibling's raging arousal journey.

   "In order to look your best for the rest of your dare, I think you could
use a shower and a shave," she said with a wink.

   All the pieces of my fancy shaving kit had been intentionally arrayed on
the counter.  Reaching over, she picked up the dangerously sharp straight
razor and held it up to gleam in the light.

   I could never forget the very first time she shaved her legs.  More
accurately, her legs were shaved for her by a very helpful fisherman named
Dave.  He had strung my naked sister up spread eagle in the middle of a
bait shop with a crowd of curious onlookers and proceeded to expertly shear
every hint of hair from her flawless young body.

   Throughout the public shaving ordeal, she had burned with humiliation;
especially when one of the audience members, a boy her age, had been
invited up to apply the aftershave all over her freshly denuded flesh.

   As payment for volunteering my sister for the demonstration, Riviera
Dave had gifted me one of the shaving kits.  It was my prized possession,
and I was rather proud of the fact that I had already mastered the art of
shaving my face without cutting myself anymore.

   In time, Lucy had also come to appreciate the close shave experience
that a straight razor affords.  I still had no idea if she grew any pubic
hair between her legs, because she always kept herself shaved bare down
there.  Just the image of her covering her cute little pussy with cream and
carefully shaving it off made my cock twitch.

   Lucy giggled in surprise when she saw my male appendage perform its
latest trick.  Damn it!  Stripped of all covering, I couldn't even have a
daydream without my naked penis betraying my private thoughts.

   Grabbing the aftershave bottle, she gave me my next task.

   "I want you to shave...all that," she said, waving her hand over my
crotch.  Then, grabbing the aftershave bottle, she added, "come to me when
you're finished, and I'll help you apply this."

   My face went white.  Did my sister really just ask me to shave my pubes?

   Walking past me to the door, she finished with, "just because you have
permissions to touch yourself to shave, you better not try to cheat and
start playing with yourself.  I want you to keep this door open just in
case I decide to come back and check on you.  And don't forget under your
arms."

   Then, she was gone.

   In the hopes of dampening the flames of my desire, I decided to go with
a cold shower.  Sadly, even though I was shivering, my dick was just as
hard at the end of it as when I started.  Dave's stimulating serum could
not be defeated with a mere gimmick.  They only relief I was going to get
in my loins would come from masturbating myself to an explosive orgasm. 
Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed to do that yet no matter how much my cock
complained.

   As for the shave, it actually went pretty well.  I told you I was
getting skilled at wielding that fancy razor.  I admit, my hands were
shaking quite a bit at first.  But who's wouldn't with a blade that sharp
scraping against their most precious jewels?

   The hardest part was figuring out a way to maneuver around my ball sack;
especially with a giant flesh pole constantly blocking my view.  But in the
end, I managed to remove all my pubic hair without nicking myself even
once!

   Before venturing out to find my sister, I took one last look in the
bathroom mirror.  That was a mistake.  I didn't recognize the skinny little
kid looking back at me.  Without any pubic hair, I looked at least two
years younger; with one exception.  My stiff cock, which now sprung from a
completely bald area, looked positively gigantic!

   Suddenly light-headed, I had to grab the towel bar to keep from falling.
I felt like I had stepped in front of one of those optical illusion
funhouse mirrors.  I stared in disbelief as my underfed, teenage body
seemed to shrink away while my engorged penis grew larger and threatened to
continue growing until it had filled the entire room.

   In an act of self-preservation, I turned my head to break the illusion.
But I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that the mirror wasn't the problem.
I feared that, by shaving off all my pubic hair, I was fated to bear to
every lucky observer the illusion of a mere boy walking around sporting an
engorged, oversized cock.

   Of course, as I grew older, I came to an appreciation of my healthy
endowment.  But you must understand, awkward, insecure teenagers have a
hard time dealing with anything that makes them look different; even
attributes desired by society.  It takes time for most of them to accept
their changing bodies.  In that moment, I felt like nothing more than a
circus freak.

   I might have been less self-conscious about it if I could get my
chemically charged erection to calm down, even a little bit, or at least
cover it with some modest clothes.  But I knew without a doubt that Lucy
wouldn't let me do anything of the sort until I had completed my dare and I
was allowed relieve my arousal with a bate session.

   I also suspected, any sign of embarrassment or reservation I displayed
about my newly shorn equipment, she would pick up on and would not hesitate
to tease me mercilessly and use it against me in my dare.  My best bet for
getting through my nude ordeal was to do everything in my power to act like
it didn't bother me in the least.  If I could limit my naked exposure to
only Lucy, I thought I could keep up such an act.  I had been lucky so far
on that front.

   With a dejected sigh, I took one last look at my pink, naked body,
freshly cleaned and totally shaved, then turned to face my fate.  If I only
knew the humiliation that awaited me, I surely would have locked myself in
the bathroom and huddled in the corner for the rest of the day instead.



   Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 4)

   My flesh-colored python slapped wildly against my belly as I descended
the stairs.  Walking around by myself with no clothes on was a surreal
experience.  I wasn -(TM)t cold, but my extremities still wouldn -(TM)t
stop trembling.  I don -(TM)t know why I was so afraid walking around every
corner.  It -(TM)s not like Lucy hadn -(TM)t already all my secrets by that
point.  Even so, some subconscious warning wouldn -(TM)t stop tickling the
back my brain.  Trepidly venturing through the house looking for my sister,
I eventually found her in the kitchen.  Having just finished breakfast, she
was standing at the sink washing her dishes.

   She didn't notice me at first because, due to my bare feet and lack of
clothes, I made very little noise.  I was practically a naked ninja,
slipping silently into the room.  Her head was bopping to a silent cheer;
something she often did lately.  Watching those perfect hips rock back and
forth inside her jean shorts reminded me of her last dare when I had found
her doing the exact same thing nearly naked except for an indecent little
apron.  I could clearly remember the sight of her incredible bottom flexing
back and forth in that exact same spot --

   Suddenly, an erotic memory flashed into my brain of my sister dressed up
as a naked cheerleader working on her practice routines.  The image sent a
flood of hormones surging through my body.  Overwhelmed, I couldn't prevent
a little grunt from escaping as my already uncomfortably full penis somehow
grew even more erect.

   Lucy heard my accidental grunt and turned from her task.  Her whole face
lit up with delight when she saw what I had accomplished with my razor. 
She waved me over so she could get a closer look and make a full
inspection. My bald member swayed menacingly ahead of me as I walked. 
After making me lift my arms to confirm I had also shaved my armpits, she
was satisfied and had me stand against the wall facing the room.

   Per her rules, I clasped my hands behind my back and stood at parade
rest despite the position putting my naked shaved body on full display for
her, while she finished putting her dishes away.  Although, she was
obviously trying to demean me, I was determined to stand strong and endure
whatever naked humiliation she could dish out.  But my determination
faltered as soon as she turned around and I saw what she was carrying.

   It was the aftershave bottle.  How could I have forgotten about that? 
Suddenly facing not just humiliation, but actual legitimate pain, I dropped
my tough-guy act and raised my hands in front of me defensively.

   "Hold on, Lucy," I stammered.

   "That's two more points for later," she replied with a devious smile,
"one for talking, and one for not keeping your hands behind your back."

   Double-ugh!  If you've ever used aftershave, you know how much it
stings. The alcohol in it seeps into even the most microscopic abrasions.
The burning sensation only lasts a few seconds before the alcohol
evaporates, but it can be quite a painful experience.

   I had applied aftershave and felt the sting on my face many times.  But
I would never imagine doing something like to the most sensitive part of my
body!  What did Mikey Jr.  ever do to deserve this?  Reluctantly returning
to position, I silently pleaded with my eyes for her to not go through with
it.  But I knew it was a lost cause.  I wasn't going to sway her.  On our
vacation, I had made her endure something similar; probably worse.  For
her, the aftershave had been forcefully and very publicly applied all over
her poor, defenseless body, including directly on her freshly shaved pussy.
From the devious gleam in her eye, I could tell there would be no mercy for
me.  Lucy was out for revenge.

   Unscrewing the cap, she liberally sprinkled enough aftershave to fully
cover both her hands.  With my pleas being callously ignored, I couldn't
watch anymore.  I closed my eyes tightly, clenched my teeth, and braced for
contact.

   The sensation is as exactly as excruciating as you're imaging it.  I
cried out as two cold hands enveloped each side of my red-hot poker.  The
alcoholic substance sent burning shocks like lightning radiating outward
from her chosen point of first contact.  She patted up the length of my
shaft until she reached the bulbous tip, even though I hadn't even needed
to shave that part, then worked all the way back down to the base.

   After returning to the bottle to give her hands a second coat, she began
applying it to my abdomen and then my ball sack with a gentle slapping
sound.  Her pats morphed into fondling, and she giggled in delight at
getting to explore my foreign anatomy.  I would have surely found her
delicate, and incredibly soft fingers fondling my balls quite pleasurable,
if I wasn't concentrating every fiber of my being on not screaming out in
pain from the aftershave.

   With one last, satisfied pat, she released my equipment saying, "my,
don't you look handsome?"

   Even though I was technically allowed a response, I was too busy
recovering from my painful ordeal.  Once she had stopped and the stinging
sensation in my genitals had subsided, I breathed several sighs of relief
in a row.  I was just happy to have survived.  But my brief respite was
soon interrupted by the sounds of heels clicking down the hallway.

   Mom!  So, that -(TM)s what my subconscious had been trying to warn me
about!  Somehow, I had totally forgotten she was still in the house.  My
body tensed automatically as my brain screamed for me to run and hide my
naked shame from my mother.  I glanced toward the closest escape, the
sliding glass door leading into the backyard.  But before I could even take
the first step, she stepped in from the hall to the kitchen.

   "I'm off to work," she announced to whomever happened to be there, "I
should be back by-Michael, what are you doing out here without any clothes
on?  Why are you naked?"

   While her inquiry carried mildly accusatory tone, she didn't have the
degree of alarm you might expect a mother who had just caught her teenage
son exposing himself to his younger sister to have.  Lucy's former dares
probably had a lot to do with conditioning her and tamping down her
reaction.  After all, I had specifically told her multiple times how Lucy's
nudity did not bother me in the least, and I had even seen mom naked more
than a few times.

   So, while she was still confused and remained curious to hear me explain
myself, she did not seem overly concerned that stumbling upon her naked son
standing in her kitchen was that big a problem.  I, on the other hand, was
dying on the inside.  If anything, the curious look on her face as she ran
her eyes up and down my completely naked body made me feel less at ease
than any angry expression would have done.

   Ok, yeah, it's not like she hadn't seen me naked countless times before.
She used to change my diapers and give me baths, for goodness -(TM) sake!
But this was very, very different.  For at least the past six years, if not
longer, I had established and enjoyed my own sense of privacy.  That
privacy grew ever more precious once I started puberty.  Other than the
occasional outward clue, like my voice cracking here and there and
outgrowing my shoes, she was not privy to my personal journey toward
manhood.

   But now, thanks to Lucy's stupid dare, she was getting an intimate
update of her little man's more recent developments.  She wasn't about to
squander the opportunity to take in every detail of my growing body as it
was laid bare before her.  At least I could take solace from the fact that,
as a side-effect of the painful aftershave experience, my penis had
deflated to a somewhat less embarrassing half-mast.

   Since she had asked me forthrightly, I was obliged to answer her obvious
initial inquiry.  But in that moment, I was struggling to formulate a
convincing scenario that would explain my nudity.  I turned to Lucy in the
hopes she might chime in and bail me out with a plausible excuse.

   Instead, adopting a false sense of genuine sounding concern, like she
was worried I might have lost my mind, all she said was, "yeah, Michael,
what are you doing out here without any clothes on?"

   Damn that girl!  They both turned their attention back onto me while I
wracked my brain for a response.  It would have helped if mom would stop
staring up and down my naked body with that amused smirk on her face.

   "I, uh, well Lucy..." I stammered, "Lucy asked me to...accompany
her...for the day." Ok, that didn't go well.

   When they both kept staring at me, expecting me to keep going and get to
the part that explained why I had to take all my clothes off to accompany
my sister, I was obliged to continue.

   "I was going to...uh..." looking quickly around the room for any sort of
inspiration, I happened to glance through the glass door overlooking the
back yard.

   "I was going to help Lucy in the garden...and, I didn't want to get my
clothes dirty!" I said, relieved to have come up with something that made
at least a little bit of sense.

   "...and you don't have anything else you could put on?  Not even some
play clothes?" she asked incredulously.

   "I really don't," I replied, trying to sound sincere, "uh...besides,
it's just so hot out there...it's...easier, this way."

   "Easier...naked," she wondered aloud turning her attention directly at
my semi-erect penis wavering uncertainly in the air in front of me.  It was
rapidly recovering from the aftershave incident, and I could literally feel
Dave's stimulants creeping back into effect.  I could only purse my lips
and hold out hope that my penis would behave itself and stay down long
enough for mom to leave for work.

   "Do you want some breakfast before you go?" Lucy offered helpfully.  I
looked intently toward my sister and my exasperated expression was met with
an impish countenance.

   "Cut it out, Lucy," I feebly interjected, "didn't you hear her?  She's
in a hurry to get to work."

   But mom deftly crushed any hopes of a quick end to my embarrassing
family exhibition when she said, "well, I suppose I do have time for a cup
of coffee.  And maybe a piece of toast?"

   My shoulders slumped as Lucy happily turned to get out the toaster.  I
knew she wouldn't let me help move things along.  My only job was to stand
at attention and be a lewd piece of naked male eye candy for two girls to
enjoy while they broke their fast.

   As Lucy took an agonizingly long time to get a single piece of toast
buttered before getting around to deliberately setting up the coffee maker,
I tried to keep my thoughts occupied with things other than the chemicals
coursing through my system and the persistent stirring in my loins.  But
mom wasn't making it easy.  She wasn't the least bit shy about openly
appraising my healthy young package.  I suppose I couldn't blame her for
looking.  The way Lucy had instructed me to stand, facing the room with my
hands clasped behind my back, could only be interpreted as an open
invitation to peruse my most intimate anatomy.

   As she intently studied my male equipment, she looked like a detective
trying to solve a mystery.  When I caught on that she was puzzled by my
lack of pubic hair, I blushed.  She must have assumed I was still too
immature and unable grow pubic hair.  But if I hadn't started growing yet,
why was my johnson already that size?  And why did those two full balls
bulging out both sides of my pole look like they were already capable of
producing a healthy amount of semen?

   Part of me wanted to correct the record and explain that I had just
shaved all my hair off that very morning.  But a bigger part of me wanted
to change the subject altogether.  The way she kept staring at me like that
was bordering on impolite.  Finally, when I couldn't stand the persistent
attention anymore, I let out an exasperated, "what?!"

   "Oh, nothing," she replied airily, "I was just thinking about how much
you've grown lately.  Hmm...I never realized how much you resemble your
father!"

   I blushed even harder when I pieced it together.  She was specifically
referring to certain anatomical qualities I must have inherited from my
dad. Then...it happened.  The stirring became too much to control.  I could
feel my erection returning but I was powerless to stop it.  With each
throbbing pulse of my heartbeat, my cock began to stiffen.

   She was briefly distracted by Lucy delivering her hot cup of coffee and
didn't notice at first.  As she cautiously sipped her brew, she felt
obligated to clarify something, "not your personality, exactly.  You're
much kinder than he ever was.  It's so nice of you to offer to help your
sister in the garden, too!  You certainly are growing up to be a nice young
man."

   She looked back up just in time to see my penis finish expanding to its
full length.  It was as stiff as iron and almost pointing straight up.

   Her mouth forming into a big smile, in a soft voice almost to herself,
she added, "you're going to make some lucky woman very happy someday."