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vafancoulo13 · 07-12-2013, 05:10 PM

The Dare Game
Part One
Chapter One

Henry was an orphan. His dad had died when he was young, and when he was only two years old his mother abandoned him on the steps of an orphanage. From there, he floated around from one foster home to another, never finding a family he really liked.

Now he was sixteen. He had all but give up hope, and was content to just stay at the orphanage until he turned eighteen. He was tall, about five foot eight, with curly brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He was athletic, playing soccer, basketball, and lacrosse; but rather than having a jacked body he was more lean and skinny. That’s not to say that he didn’t have any muscle, he did. He had nearly a six-pack and his legs were built like a marathoner's.
He was also quite intelligent, earning top grades in school. His athleticism, combined with his smarts, made him an attractive dating option and, although he did not have a girlfriend, he had hooked up with more than a few girls. He hadn’t gone that far with them though, he was quiet and shy by nature. In short, life was good.

But that was all about to change. Now there was a new family, a few towns over, who was willing to give him a chance. So one Saturday morning in April he packed his two duffel bags full of clothes and jumped in the orphanage van, to be brought to his new house.

When he got there at noon he could barely believe his eyes. The house was gorgeous! It was huge, three stories, Victorian mansion with – he was happy to see – a swimming pool in the back yard. The yard was green and freshly mowed; the paint on the house was new and crisp. As soon as he got out of the van the front door opened and a man and woman stepped out. The woman was tall and skinny, in her late forties, and very attractive for her age, a Jennifer Anniston look-a-like. The man, her husband, was also tall but more stickily built, rippling with muscle. He was tanner than she was, with a trimmed black beard and curly black hair.
They walked up to him, the woman enveloping him in a hug and the man shaking his hand. “Hey Henry!” the woman said brightly, “Welcome to your new home! I’m Mrs. Brooks, and this is my husband, Tom Brooks, but you can just call us mom and dad. Our daughters are waiting inside, we didn’t want to scare you by all rushing out at once.”

Henry didn’t really know what to say, so he just said he was glad to meet them and then gave the driver, Ms. Carter, who was also the cook at the orphanage, a long goodbye hug. She had always been nice to him, and, he had to admit, he would miss her. She finally broke away, tears in her eyes, and hopped back in van. Waving goodbye, Henry turned and followed his new parent up the path to the front door, answering their questions about how the drive had been and whether he had had anything to eat. Finally the got inside and Mr. Brooks told him to leave his bags in the hall; he wanted Henry to meet everyone.

Henry followed Mr. Brooks into a large living room, complete with a flat screen TV and X-Box, and then took a seat in the chair Mr. Brooks had pulled up for him. The chair was made up leather, a nice reclining chair, and Henry sunk into the plush backing.

Mrs. Brooks was already seated, with her three daughters. After Mr. Brooks took a seat, the girls were introduced to him.

Kirsten was the oldest, at eighteen, a senior in the spring term of high school. She was five foot seven, with dark tanned skin and long brown hair. She was quite pretty, and to compliment her cute face she had a great body. Her ass was toned through hours of exercise, but still popped and stuck out provocatively. Her breasts were a full C – cup, and tantalized many boys in her grade daily. Right now she was wearing white khaki shorts with a black tank top. Her bra, a pink lacy one was just visible underneath it, although not too much cleavage was showing. Although she had a great body and knew it, she didn’t flaunt it too much by dressing in slutty ways.

Laurie was next, and she was sixteen, same as Henry, but a bit older. She was thin but well toned, with bronze skin from all the sun. She had dark brown hair that in the summer developed just a few streaks of light blonde, dyed that way by the sun. Her breasts were not that big, just a B – cup, but her ass made it up for it. Laurie had spent many hours in the gym toning it, and now it was the perfect size and shape, a bubbly, round, curvaceous thing was the object of many boy’s fantasies. Right now she was wearing yoga pants and a white t-shirt.
Lastly there was Ashley. Ashley, known as Ash to all, was fifteen years old but already more developed than Laurie. Her breasts were a small C-cup, and her ass was big and round, not as toned as the other two’s though. She was also paler than Laurie and Kirsten, with blonde hair and snowy white skin. Right now she had on pink shorts and a white blouse, under which her black bra could faintly be seen.

After the introductions had all been made Mr. Brooks told the girls to show Henry around the house, to give him a tour off sorts, and to show him to his room so he could store his bags. The got up, giggling, and did so at once.

The bottom floor had a long hallway going down the middle, dividing the house in two. On the right was the kitchen, and then behind that was the spacious dining room. On the left were the living room, and bathroom, and then Mr. Brook’s study. The staircase at the end of the hall led up to the second floor, which was just as big. There, there was the master bedroom, where the parents slept, a large bathroom, another living room filled with card and board games rather than electronics, a storage room, the laundry room, and then a guest bedroom. Henry initially thought that he would be staying there, so he dropped his bags there, but the girls told him that this was not where he would be living.

The top floor was where he would be living. It was no smaller than the two before it, and contained four bedrooms and one bathroom. Henry’s new room and Kirsten’s room were on one side, with Laurie’s and Ash’s on the other. At the end was a bathroom, which all four of them would have to share. It was the only bad thing about the house, the girls confided.
After showing Henry his room, the asked him if he had a bathing suit. He said he did, and the girls smiled. “It gets really hot around here,” explained Laurie, “so we like to go swimming a lot. I’ll tell you what – you take your time unpacking and then change into your bathing suit. We’ll go down now and start swimming, come down when you’re ready!”

Henry agreed, and the girls left, closing the door behind them, and he heard their excited giggles as they changed and then raced down the stairs.

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vafancoulo13 Member Join Date: Jun 2012 Location: Boston Posts: 85	The Dare Game The Dare Game Part One Chapter One Henry was an orphan. His dad had died when he was young, and when he was only two years old his mother abandoned him on the steps of an orphanage. From there, he floated around from one foster home to another, never finding a family he really liked. Now he was sixteen. He had all but give up hope, and was content to just stay at the orphanage until he turned eighteen. He was tall, about five foot eight, with curly brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He was athletic, playing soccer, basketball, and lacrosse; but rather than having a jacked body he was more lean and skinny. That’s not to say that he didn’t have any muscle, he did. He had nearly a six-pack and his legs were built like a marathoner's. He was also quite intelligent, earning top grades in school. His athleticism, combined with his smarts, made him an attractive dating option and, although he did not have a girlfriend, he had hooked up with more than a few girls. He hadn’t gone that far with them though, he was quiet and shy by nature. In short, life was good. But that was all about to change. Now there was a new family, a few towns over, who was willing to give him a chance. So one Saturday morning in April he packed his two duffel bags full of clothes and jumped in the orphanage van, to be brought to his new house. When he got there at noon he could barely believe his eyes. The house was gorgeous! It was huge, three stories, Victorian mansion with – he was happy to see – a swimming pool in the back yard. The yard was green and freshly mowed; the paint on the house was new and crisp. As soon as he got out of the van the front door opened and a man and woman stepped out. The woman was tall and skinny, in her late forties, and very attractive for her age, a Jennifer Anniston look-a-like. The man, her husband, was also tall but more stickily built, rippling with muscle. He was tanner than she was, with a trimmed black beard and curly black hair. They walked up to him, the woman enveloping him in a hug and the man shaking his hand. “Hey Henry!” the woman said brightly, “Welcome to your new home! I’m Mrs. Brooks, and this is my husband, Tom Brooks, but you can just call us mom and dad. Our daughters are waiting inside, we didn’t want to scare you by all rushing out at once.” Henry didn’t really know what to say, so he just said he was glad to meet them and then gave the driver, Ms. Carter, who was also the cook at the orphanage, a long goodbye hug. She had always been nice to him, and, he had to admit, he would miss her. She finally broke away, tears in her eyes, and hopped back in van. Waving goodbye, Henry turned and followed his new parent up the path to the front door, answering their questions about how the drive had been and whether he had had anything to eat. Finally the got inside and Mr. Brooks told him to leave his bags in the hall; he wanted Henry to meet everyone. Henry followed Mr. Brooks into a large living room, complete with a flat screen TV and X-Box, and then took a seat in the chair Mr. Brooks had pulled up for him. The chair was made up leather, a nice reclining chair, and Henry sunk into the plush backing. Mrs. Brooks was already seated, with her three daughters. After Mr. Brooks took a seat, the girls were introduced to him. Kirsten was the oldest, at eighteen, a senior in the spring term of high school. She was five foot seven, with dark tanned skin and long brown hair. She was quite pretty, and to compliment her cute face she had a great body. Her ass was toned through hours of exercise, but still popped and stuck out provocatively. Her breasts were a full C – cup, and tantalized many boys in her grade daily. Right now she was wearing white khaki shorts with a black tank top. Her bra, a pink lacy one was just visible underneath it, although not too much cleavage was showing. Although she had a great body and knew it, she didn’t flaunt it too much by dressing in slutty ways. Laurie was next, and she was sixteen, same as Henry, but a bit older. She was thin but well toned, with bronze skin from all the sun. She had dark brown hair that in the summer developed just a few streaks of light blonde, dyed that way by the sun. Her breasts were not that big, just a B – cup, but her ass made it up for it. Laurie had spent many hours in the gym toning it, and now it was the perfect size and shape, a bubbly, round, curvaceous thing was the object of many boy’s fantasies. Right now she was wearing yoga pants and a white t-shirt. Lastly there was Ashley. Ashley, known as Ash to all, was fifteen years old but already more developed than Laurie. Her breasts were a small C-cup, and her ass was big and round, not as toned as the other two’s though. She was also paler than Laurie and Kirsten, with blonde hair and snowy white skin. Right now she had on pink shorts and a white blouse, under which her black bra could faintly be seen. After the introductions had all been made Mr. Brooks told the girls to show Henry around the house, to give him a tour off sorts, and to show him to his room so he could store his bags. The got up, giggling, and did so at once. The bottom floor had a long hallway going down the middle, dividing the house in two. On the right was the kitchen, and then behind that was the spacious dining room. On the left were the living room, and bathroom, and then Mr. Brook’s study. The staircase at the end of the hall led up to the second floor, which was just as big. There, there was the master bedroom, where the parents slept, a large bathroom, another living room filled with card and board games rather than electronics, a storage room, the laundry room, and then a guest bedroom. Henry initially thought that he would be staying there, so he dropped his bags there, but the girls told him that this was not where he would be living. The top floor was where he would be living. It was no smaller than the two before it, and contained four bedrooms and one bathroom. Henry’s new room and Kirsten’s room were on one side, with Laurie’s and Ash’s on the other. At the end was a bathroom, which all four of them would have to share. It was the only bad thing about the house, the girls confided. After showing Henry his room, the asked him if he had a bathing suit. He said he did, and the girls smiled. “It gets really hot around here,” explained Laurie, “so we like to go swimming a lot. I’ll tell you what – you take your time unpacking and then change into your bathing suit. We’ll go down now and start swimming, come down when you’re ready!” Henry agreed, and the girls left, closing the door behind them, and he heard their excited giggles as they changed and then raced down the stairs.