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 �>�Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 10)

   Before starting, the ringleader, who was also the oldest, explained
their reason for coming.  She told us the same story I just told you before
proceeding to introductions and greetings.

   I found a few things came in handy identifying them and keeping everyone
straight.  First, they all happened to be spaced perfectly two years apart
in age from eleven to nineteen.  The oldest, who were nineteen and
seventeen, were the two girls who had been speaking with Lucy on the porch
earlier out of my eyesight.  The next oldest, the cute girl who had studied
me up and down appreciatively through the front doorway, was fifteen.  The
twins were thirteen, and the smallest was eleven years old.

   Lucy and I were both confounded when the oldest made a curtsy and told
us her name was  -�Fervent Supplication -�.  At first, I thought I had
misheard her or had a brain glitch.  They didn't even sound like real words
to me - certainly not a person's name!

   But apparently, she was accustomed to her name confusing outsiders and
was quick to provide further details.  We were still quite confused even
after she gave us the definitions.  Fortunately, she put us at ease by
saying we could call her "Cate", which was a lot easier to remember.

   Cate had a graceful, pleasant beauty about her.  Her well-proportioned
nineteen-year-old body had more curves than any of her sisters and her skin
was as smooth as porcelain.  She looked like someone who had outgrown the
follies of youth and was ready for the womanhood chapter of her life.

   While her pale skin tone matched her sisters, she had darker hair,
almost black, and her eyes were deep pools of brown.  Her clothing had a
peculiarity that stood out to me.  All the homemade dresses were finely
crafted.  But Cate's brown dress had unexpected lines all over it - extra
seams, patches, and stitches where none belonged.

   When she caught me looking at her dress, she smoothed it down nervously
with her hands; as if by rubbing, she could somehow wipe away those
unseemly lines.  She was grateful when the next oldest girl took the
initiative and introduced herself.

   When the second girl uttered her name, "Mellifluous", it came out
sounding more like the opening lyric of a song than a word.  I recognized
her angelic voice from earlier, and, once she defined it - a sweet or
smoothly flowing sound - I felt like the name fit her perfectly.  She
insisted we call her "Mel".

   Mel was actually a cousin to the others.  And there were notable
differences.  Her dress was a more contemporary style and would not have
been out of place in my school.  Her wavy hair was blonde and cropped
shorter in a practical, but playful, summer style.  She was as tall as her
older cousin, Cate, but her athletic body moved with more energy than
grace.

   She sashayed to the middle of the room and performed her requisite bow.
Her curtsy mirrored Cate's but with some unnecessary added flourishes. 
Judging from the sly smile on her face, you could almost think she was
making fun of her cousins and their antiquated customs.

   With her honeyed voice filling the room, she imitated Cate's sentiment,
but with with none of the sincerity.  "It's a pleasure to make your
acquaintance.  Thank you for your hospitality," she sang.

   She held her pose longer than necessary and kept her head bowed.  Then
she looked up at me and winked.  When I nodded a bashful acknowledgement,
she ended her bow and walked confidently back to her spot.  She picked up
the large cooking pot and held it against her cocked hip.

   When the next in line came and stood directly before me, my heart
started fluttering.  With an adorable bow, she gave her full name,
"Inexorable Honesty, or Honesty for short," and offered the same greeting
as the other girls before her.

   Inexorable Honesty left no doubt that, unlike her cousin, her greeting
and curtsy were genuine.  I don't think she was even capable of
insincerity. There wasn't a dishonest or deceptive bone in that girl's
body.

   "You can also call me 'Nessy' if you want.  I really don't mind," she
was quick to add.  There was something about the way she looked
unwaveringly at you and spoke with such conviction, that made it impossible
to doubt anything she said.  Her salutation delivered, she returned to
stand by the wash tub and went back to studying my naked body in earnest.
She seemed to approve of my handsome cock -(TM)s new trick of swaying
horizontally in the air.

   Next, the twins, who were already used to doing everything together,
came forward as one and performed their curtsy.  That -(TM)s when it struck
me that everyone was directing their salutations to me specifically and
mostly ignoring Lucy.  I figured out that, even though Lucy had made it
clear she was the older sibling, according to their cultural tradition, the
oldest male member of the household still held the highest position of
authority.  That -(TM)s why they were directing their greetings and
introductions to me.  Apparently, that custom applied even if the eldest
male in the house was nothing more than a naked boy whose big sister still
had to give him baths.

   "Thank you for your hospitality," they said in perfect stereo.  Then
they tried to say their names at the same time and ended up stepping on
each other's words.  The bold one shot an accusatory look at her sister who
shrank back apologetically.

   "My name is Persistence, but you can call me 'Persi'," she said, pausing
impatiently so her sister could then take her turn.

   "And I'm Penitence...Penny," the timid one managed to squeak out while
shrinking another half-step back.

   Persi rolled her eyes in annoyance before dragging her sister back to
their position near the giant basket.

   Last, but not least, the eleven-year-old stepped forward and thanked me
for my hospitality before introducing herself as Anointed Exuberance, or
"Annie" for short.

   Annie's thin, silky hair was braided down her back and she wore a play
dress  -" even simpler than her sisters.  It was high-waisted and had no
belt or collar.  It looked like it had originally been beige but had
gradually faded to almost white.  It was extremely threadbare and had
clearly been passed down too many times.  A couple more wash cycles and it
would be practically transparent!  The fact that it barely reached her
knobby knees indicated that she was on the verge of outgrowing it and would
soon pass it down to some poor, unsuspecting littler sister who would be
stuck wearing the revealing cloth.

   When she bounced to the middle of the room, the transom light from the
window above the door shined right through the fabric from behind her and
revealed her entire body to me.  She grabbed the edges of the dress, which
hung from her skinny, eleven-year-old frame, and attempted a clumsy
curtsey. She didn't yet have the grace of her big sisters.  But that didn't
stop her from bowing her head, bending her legs, and making an adorably
exuberant effort.

   I couldn't stop myself from looking at the childish white panties
wrapped around her immature hips and pelvis before moving up to locate her
nipples - little more than tiny pink buttons on her bra-less chest. 
Suddenly, I felt a stirring in my loins and my cock twitched noticeably.  I
averted my gaze, almost too late and tried to think of something other than
the cute tween girl bowing before me in her transparent dress.

   When she saw my cock twitch its approval of her offering, a look of
healthy apprehension bordering on fear replaced her normally exuberant
smile.  But then, Honesty came to the rescue and broke the stalemate by
clearing her throat.  Annie blinked and turned toward her fifteen-year-old
sister.  Realizing she was still standing in the middle of the room, she
quickly returned to her assigned spot near the tin wash tub.  But she kept
a wary eye trained on my semi-erect appendage for any more unexpected signs
of life.

   Having completed all their introductions and greetings, it was Cate
-(TM)s responsibility to formally initiate the presentation.  But before
she could begin, her cousin, Mel, asked Lucy a question.

   "Why does your brother...Mikey...not speak?  Is there something wrong
with him?  Is he simple?" she asked in her sing-songy, mellifluous voice.

   Ok, ouch.  I wanted to speak up in my defense, tell them I wasn't an
idiot.  But my dare did not allow me to speak without Lucy's permission. 
And I doubted she would grant me to.  Upon hearing my real
fourteen-year-old voice, they would instantly see right through her whole
"little brother" charade.  She couldn't risk that.

   With a reassuring smile, she came over and gave my bottom a pat.  Having
your naked bottom patted in front of a bunch of cute girls you just met in
your own house is just as condescending as it sounds.  She might as well
have patted me on the top of my head like a little child.

   "Simple?" she mused, "oh, he can be a little slow sometimes, if that's
what you mean.  But mostly he's all right.  He's just shy around strangers.
Isn't that right, Mikey?"

   At that, she gave my bottom a firm squeeze which made my eyes bulge.  I
nodded my head silently and tried to look as...un-simple as I could manage.

   Now that the subject had been raised, Cate added her own question to the
conversation.  She wanted clarification about something that had been
bothering her.  Looking warily at my swaying cock, the nineteen-year-old
asked, "and did you say he was your...younger brother?"

   "Yes," Lucy delivered a confident lie, "he's eleven and I'm almost
thirteen."

   Upon hearing I was only eleven years old, several girls did a surprised
double take.  Some shared excited whispers with their closest neighbors. 
Persistence, when she realized something, couldn't help but blurt out a
taunt aimed at her youngest sister, "Annie is eleven, too!  Hey Annie, do
you want to play with Mikey?  He can be your beau."

   Oh great, not only did they all think I was eleven, and an imbecile to
boot, but they were now trying to set me up with the youngest girl in their
group for a play date!

   I looked around the room for anyone to come to my defense.  But other
than little Annie whose face had turned red, all I could see were a bunch
of snickering girls.  Some were doing a better job than others of hiding
their amusement.  Some weren't even trying.

   I felt like a laughingstock.  They no longer feared me.  They felt sorry
for me - the dumb eleven-year-old simpleton who couldn't even help his big
sister in the garden without getting dirt all over his legs.  I couldn't
even be trusted to clean up afterward but needed my big sister to bathe me.

   Emasculated, I felt my erection, still full from Dave's chemicals, droop
to hang impressively between my open legs.  The girls immediately noticed
and twittered excitedly to each other about my penis' new position.

   As my own face blushed with humiliation, I redoubled my efforts to mask
my emotions.  Setting my face stoically, I resolved to stand as still as a
statue and in no way react to anything else the girls said or did.

   It might have worked, too, if the girls had kept their clothes on.