11-25-2016, 10:02 PM | #1 |
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[FICTION] More Dares For My Sister
This is a sequel to Dares For My Sister. Reading it first might help to set the context
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=132851 This is a work of fiction More Dares For My Sister Mondays just suck; fortunately this one was finally over. I ended up skipping lunch and that explained why I really wasn't paying any attention to my sister Kim as I plowed through a hastily created sandwich and the better part of a packet of crisps. I was sitting at the kitchen table and Kim was yapping into her mobile, alternately talking and listening to the unknown friend on the other side of the connection, while pacing in and out of the room. Food, at that particular moment, was much more important than eavesdropping on any natterings of my 18 year old sister. It only took one word, said quickly, then repeated a bit more softly as she stopped and plopped down on the sofa in the living room, to distract me from my food. She was nearly out of earshot, but I was sure that it was "Dares" that she had said. Kim was talking in hushed tones at this point, but when she said that word a third time, and at that point I was sure that my nourishment deprived body hadn't been hearing things. I couldn't hear enough of Kim's side of the conversation, but in my gut I just knew that she was talking about the contest I had lured her into playing with a "stranger" (really me) on a private IRC channel. It had been fun, for her too I assume, and now that she was talking about it my brain began to spin with ideas and I was dying to know exactly what was up. She was off of the sofa and walking again; I was chewing slowly and trying to appear to be paying more attention to my food than her words.. As she walked through the kitchen, turning down the hall towards the stairs, I clearly heard her say: "I cannot promise anything, but I'll send him eMail and we'll see what happens." "Shit," I thought to myself, "could this really be happening? Could she really be looking to play another game?" I tucked back into my sandwich, forcing myself not to eat too quickly, but very eager to be done and to check that special eMail account for her message. I finished, cleaned up my mess lest mum come home early, and went off to grab my laptop. It would be too much to hope for something from Kim straight away, so I forced myself to first have a peek at my real eMail and to take the time to pop back responses to the few that I had sitting in my in-box. While it seemed like eons had passed, it was barely 30 minutes since the time that Kim had wandered out of the kitchen yet I couldn't wait any longer -- I logged into the account I had created for our previous game. I couldn't believe my eyes when my in-box was displayed showing one new message with the subject just a single word: "Again?" With the click of a mouse button I was reading the few lines that she had sent: My parents will be out for most of the afternoon and evening on Saturday, and I've a friend coming round to hang out. Would you be willing to send us dares like before? Say 5:00 pm? "Yes, yes indeed," I thought to myself. I had plans for Saturday night, hanging out with a couple of mates, but those would be cancelled in a heartbeat. Briefly I wondered which friend, but the more I thought on it I realised that it really didn't matter. With that I started to craft a reply that went something like: I think I can rearrange my schedule on Saturday evening if you are sure that your friend will not chicken out. I will set up a private channel on IRC and send you the info. In the mean time, please send me some details about your house, and your friend so I can prepare. I signed it and waited another hour before actually sending it off. As I clicked the send button it occurred to me that it was now going to be a very long week, but I could use that time to start thinking up dares for Kim and her friend. I also wondered where mom and dad were going -- I hadn't know they'd be out, but then again I tend not to care about such things. Saturday finally arrived. During the week Kim and the stranger (I finally gave the stranger a name: Wade) exchanged several eMail messages. Her friend, Yori, was very eager to play and wasn't about to chicken out. In my final eMail to Kim, I instructed her to ensure that both she and Yori had three complete outfits (skirts, tank-tops, bras and panties) for the evening. This wouldn't be a problem for Kim as she'd be home, but not knowing if Yori could wear Kim's clothes I wanted to ensure that she had plenty with her -- it was going to get a bit messy, but I didn't tell Kim that! My parents did actually leave as Kim had indicated. They went off to spend the afternoon and evening on a friend's boat which meant that they'd not be home until at least midnight if that early. At about 6:30 I planted my butt on the sofa and put a SciFi programme on the telly, but was paying more attention to my laptop than the actors. I set the IRC channel up, and sent Kim an eMail with the details. It didn't take long for her to enter the channel, and I asked if Yori was there yet, even though I knew she wasn't. Kim responded "no," and almost immediately after the doorbell chimed, she added "doorbell, brb." The game was on! I heard Kim answer the door, and a few giggles as they greeted each other. I heard Kim ask if Yori had brought her clothes and I guess Yori nodded or held them up or something because I didn't hear any response, just two sets of feet half running up the stairs. Kim's door closed, and a second later I had another IRC message from her: "Yori is here and we're ready to play!" I responded by describing how tonight's game would work. Both girls would take part in each dare, but the dares would be set up such that there was a clear winner and loser. The loser would then be assigned a reprimand task or the winner would be assigned a privilege; of course what was assigned was strictly up to me. Further, the penality, or reward, might or might not be known ahead of time; that would also be up to me. They were informed that they were not allowed to close any interior doors until the game was declared over. I asked who was home, and what the weather was like outside (again, things that I knew, but had to ask in order to know). Finally, I gave them one last chance to back out, hoping they wouldn't, and sent my message. I heard the door to Kim's room open and within a couple of seconds Kim's reply showed up on my screen. It said that there were "no chickens on their end," gave me the weather (warm and sunny), and told me that her brother Steve was home. I sent their first dare: a race without running. They were to strip to their bra and panties, then go to the kitchen and each take a banana. They were to peel it and put it into their panties. Once they had a banana in their panties, they were to go back and put on a skirt and top and race round the block -- walking not running. They were to each go in opposite directions so that they had to deal with what ever mess the banana made on their own, and until the very last of the race they wouldn't really know how they were doing. The winner would be the first one back and seated on the front steps; the race would be over when the second one had returned and she too was to sit on the front steps. Continued in next post
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11-25-2016, 10:04 PM | #2 |
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It wasn't long before I heard them coming down the stairs
and caught a glimpse of their half naked bodies as they ran round the corner and into the kitchen. They both made small little squeeky noises as they (I assume) put the bananas into their panties, and then they retraced their steps back up to Kim's room to finish dressing. They were downstairs again in less time than I had figured they'd take and then were out the door. I hurried over to the window to watch them walk away, and it did seem they were walking a bit like they had something extra between their legs. Kim went off to the right, Yori to the left and I figured it would only be a few minutes before they'd be back as it cannot be more than 1000 meters or so to make a complete trip round the block. I saw Yori first, but it wasn't easy to tell who was in the lead. By the time Yori reached the front walk it looked like she was going to beat Kim by about ten steps, but Kim closed on her and Yori was seated on the front step only a second or two before Kim reached it. Yori sat down hard, I'm guessing because she wasn't quite sure how far Kim was behind her, and wanted to ensure the win, but in doing so she squished any bits of the banana that had survived the walk into mush. Kim, once she realised she had lost, sat down more on the edge of the step and maybe didn't squish her banana as much. They were laughing as I moved away from the window and back to the sofa to wait for them to come back in and send the results of their race. Their recap was fairly short, informing me who had won, and asking permission to remove their soiled undies. I replied that the winner, Yori, could take her panties off, but Kim had to keep them on until after the next dare. I pressed send and it was pretty obvious when they had read it as it evoked a pretty loud moan from upstairs; that did make me smile. Their next dare would take a small amount of setup, which I'm sure Kim was even more unhappy with given the squishy bits in her panties. They were going to need a deck of cards, a pitcher of lemonade and would be sitting out on the back patio. I sent this with the instructions to message me when the lemonade was made and they were ready to continue. While Kim was fussing in with the lemonade in the kitchen I heard Yori in the other room trying to rummage up a pack of cards per Kim's instructions on where to find them. Knowing that her panties were still soiled with banana, and given that an advert had started on the telly, I decided to make Kim a wee bit anxious by going into the kitchen as she was finishing up her mixing. I asked if she'd share some of the lemonade she was making, and I'd sware I'd asked her to do some major mental gymnastics with a hard math problem; coming up with the answer seemed truly hard for her. I guess she didn't know what the lemonade was for, nor how much she'd be needing, and in the end decided not to share and said "no." I turned, filled my glass with water, and went back to my spot on the sofa to wait for them to tell me they were indeed ready to go. Yori found the cards and took everything out onto the patio, set them on the table and then went upstairs. About the same time she was leaving the room Kim's ready message arrived, and I started typing the dare. They were to play poker, and their bets would be half glasses of the lemonade. The loser of each hand would have to drink the amount currently bet. They were to continue playing, making more lemonade if needed, until one of them couldn't hold their pee and wet themselves while sitting at the table. The first to pee would be the loser. The winner would also have to wet herself, but would further torture the loser by sitting in the loser's lap while she peed. I had pressed send and after what I thought was enough time for a bit of a reaction there was nothing but silence from upstairs. I was starting to wonder if Kim had lied and there really were chickens up there; I had just begun to type a message inquiring if my previous message had been lost in transmission, when their reply, a question, showed up on my screen. "The winner absolutely has to pee while sitting in the lap of the loser?" they asked. I replied, "yep, that's the dare" and asked if there were some chickens on the IRC channel. I did tell them that after this dare they'd be allowed to shower, or to do what ever they thought they'd need to clean up. I wasn't sure what was making them hesitate on this dare. I'm not quite sure which of my comments, about the shower or the chicken, sparked them into the game again, but their "OK, we're going to play now" message came very quickly and about the time I was done reading it they were headed out to the patio. The patio is just outside of the living room, and there is a set of sliding glass doors that lead outside. The sofa is angled more towards the centre of the room, but with some sidelong glances I'd be able to watch the girls play their game of cards. I was a bit worried that they'd not want to do the dare with me sitting so close, and maybe it was my presence, combined with the winner's victory pee that was making them a bit nervous. What ever it had been, they were past it, and were sitting at the table shuffling the cards. I pretended not to be interested, and even got up and busied myself in other parts of the house for about fifteen minutes. I figured it'd take at least that long, and if they thought I didn't much care about what they were up to, they might forget about me completely. When I came back the lemonade was about half gone and they were nattering on about things that were just uninteresting. I could see that Kim was slightly rocking back and forth in her chair; a clear sign that she might be needing to pee soon. Not knowing Yori at all it was hard to tell how she was doing, but I did notice that she seemed to be pressing a fist between her legs looking like she was fighting to hold it in. Yori lost the next two hands and I think that sent her over the edge as I heard her exclaim "oh shit!" which was soon followed by pee that seemed to flow everywhere as it soaked through her skirt and through the mesh of the patio chair. Kim's look of pain turned to a look of joy as she had won, this challenge at least, and I have to imagine she was very eager to let her bladder go to relieve all of that pressure. She stacked the cards, and motioned Yori to scoot her chair back a bit. Then, quite unexpectedly, she hiked her skirt up showing her panties that were clearly wet with banana goo, and sat on Yori's lap. I couldn't quite see her face, but it was only a matter of seconds before her pee was puddling all round Yori's chair. Kim finished and as she stood I could see that her panties were absolutely soaked. Yori stood and there wasn't much of her skirt that was dry. As girls started to gather the stuff on the table and come inside I quietly took my laptop and headed up to my room. I think they had forgotten about me and I wanted to be out of the way as they came in to clean up. Only a few seconds after I settled on my bed, with a nice view down the hallway, did I hear them start up the stairs whispering as they turned the corner and headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and then Yori said "shit, we aren't allowed to close the door!" I wondered if they would remember that, and I actually wondered whether or not they'd comply with that rule given that "Wade" wouldn't know. To their credit they left the door open, but unfortunately, I couldn't see into the bathroom from my room. I'm sure from their point of view that having the door open was very unnerving. Soon enough the water shut off and I saw them, wrapped in towels, heading back to Kim's room. Their dare report contained a pretty decent accounting and then asked what next. To that I replied with their next dare. They were to put on panties, skirts, bras and tank tops and then go down and watch the telly. I assigned food adverts to Kim and beauty product adverts to Yori; each time one of their assigned adverts came on they had to take off an item of clothing. They could only lose one item per block of adverts, so that this dare wouldn't be over if there were four food ads in a single break from the programme. I also added that clothing had to be removed from outside in; they weren't allowed to remove a piece of underwear before the covering outer layer was taken off. The first one naked would be the loser. I received a short message, something like "right, going off to do" and then I heard them shuffling round getting dressed. I tried not to be obviously watching for them as they came down the hallway and headed down to the living room. The telly flipped on, and small bits of sound from some drama programme drifted up the stairs. I gave them about 15 minutes and then decided to go down for a drink of water. As I passed the living room I poked my head in and noticed that Yori had already lost her shirt. I said "hummmm, this looks interesting," and I think I scared the daylights out of them as they both jumped. Kim glared at me, and Yori couldn't decide whether or not to try to cover herself. Just then an advert for biscuits came on and Yori was again caught up in the competition; turning to Kim she said "food, food, food. You need to take something off!" Kim was clearly annoyed. Playing dumb, I made a comment that this seemed very interesting and that I might stay and enjoy some of the show too. Kim glared daggers at me, and Yori continued to prod her to ditch a piece of her outfit. Kim, trying to figure a way to get me out of the room, said "you can only stay if you are going to play" figuring that I'd leave before taking my clothes off in front of either of them. It was a twist I hadn't expected, and I needed to make a quick decision. Finally I said "OK," and asked about the rules. Kim said that she needed to go find out what advert type I would be assigned and Yori chimed in that we then needed to start over. I said that I needed to send a text to finish a conversation I was in and would be down in a second; Kim and I went upstairs leaving Yori in the middle of getting a fresh start by putting her shirt back on. Upstairs I quickly joined the IRC channel from my phone and hoped that Kim wouldn't notice the burble of leave and join messages. Her message finally arrived, explained the turn of events and asked for extra instructions. I quickly sent back that her brother would be assigned car adverts, and that she needed to ensure that he was wearing just four items of clothing. I also added that the last one left with clothes on would be the winner and that both losers would be doing a difficult loser's dare. Continued in next post....
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11-25-2016, 10:06 PM | #3 |
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I figured I could take my phone down with me making it look
like I was just texting during the programme, while typing in the loser's dare a bit at a time to send to Kim when it was all done. Of course I had to think of what that would be, but I had a bit of time. I had just stood up when Kim appeared in the doorway blocking my exit. "Ok, bro," she started. "You want to play then you have to play with all of the rules, and be willing to accept the loser's dare if you end up naked. Agree?" I thought about it, and agreed. With that she pulled a stack of clothing from behind her back and handed them to me. "The rules for us were to put on skirt, panties, bra and a tank, so here are yours to put on. Further," she continued, "we aren't allowed to shut any doors until the game is over, so neither may you." Wow, she was vexed, and was making me pay for it. I waited for her to leave, so that I could change, but after a few seconds it was clear that she was going to stand in the open doorway and watch me change just to rub it in that I was having to play by the rules. I turned my back, slipped out of my clothes, and struggled into her clothes: red lacy panties, a white padded bra (very difficult to get hooked), white tank top and denim miniskirt. I felt somewhat awkward, and then realised that I was going to have to sit with Yori dressed like this -- that hadn't even entered my mind when I agreed, but at that point there wasn't any way for me to back down without losing face. I grabbed my phone and we decended the stairs to start the dare anew. The girls were seated on the sofa and I on the lounge chair. Kim explained the rest of the rules and that my assigned adverts were cars. I suggested that we select the programme at random; we'd all turn our backs to the telly and Yori would push the up button until I told her to stop, then Kim would push the down button until Yori told her to stop. That way none of us could cry sour grapes about the number of our adverts appearing because someone selected a programme that was more likely to have more of one kind than another. The girls agreed; we picked a channel, which was playing an older movie, and then sat down to wait for the first break. It wasn't long before the first advert appeared on the screen and both girls were excited because it was for some new fancy car and that meant I was down something. I decided to take off my shirt and I must have blushed when I noticed the girls grinning at me sitting there in Kim's bra. Yori also lost her shirt during that first block of adverts, and Kim managed to escape with all of her clothes on. When the movie came back on I started to type in the loser's dare that I'd send to Kim so that it would be waiting when this dare was over. I decided to risk it and make it fairly challenging; I'd be in heaven if I ended up the last one with clothes on, and if I lost I could potentially be in trouble. I sent the message just as the second round of adverts started; at that point in time there was really no turning back for me. Old movies seem to have an unusually large number of breaks, so it wasn't long before the next set started playing. The first two adverts were for food, but Kim reminded us that only one advert per break, so she only was going to take off her shirt. The rest of the adverts that round were uninteresting, so as the movie started again we were tied; all topless. Kim and Yori both lost their skirts in the next break and I was feeling just a wee bit cocky as the movie started again. Yori looked very nice in her pink panties, and even though Kim is my sister I thought her blue panties were very sexy. The dare got more interesting with the next set of adverts. Yori lost her bra and was quite reluctant to remove it in front of me. Kim finally reached over and unclasped it at which point Yori gave in and tossed it with the rest of the discarded clothes that were starting to form a pile in the middle of the floor. I thought I had survived yet another round of adverts, but the final one in the break was a bloody car spot and the girls were all too pleased that I'd be losing something. I think they were hoping I'd take my skirt off, but I opted for the bra, and, as one might expect, they booed. I had figured that Kim would be at a real disadvantage with the food adverts since, at least to me, there always seem to be three of them for every one advert for something else, but not so tonight. As the next round came on I could hear Yori gasp, and then breathe a sigh of relief when the first one wasn't for any kind of beauty product. The girls nearly had heart attacks when the second advert, for a Land Rover of all things, started up. They started singing something "stripper-ish" and yelling "ok boy -- take it off!" I stood, and with as little of a production as I could manage, I slid the skirt to my knees and then let it fall to the floor. I kicked it over to the pile and sat down again. The girls cheered, but as the next advert came on I cleared my throat and pointed to the screen: another beauty advert was spinning by, and that meant Yori was the first loser. The bit of elation related to Yori being completely naked on the sofa passed quickly as I realised that my early lead had really disappeared, and that I was in real danger of being the second loser. Kim had two items of clothing on, and given that she could only lose one per set of adverts I'd really need a string of luck to keep from having to strip off the panties that were struggling to contain me. Knowing what I had sent as the winner's reward I really didn't want to lose this dare, and was really feeling helpless about it as the movie was again interrupted for a block of adverts. I got lucky with the next set as the first adverts were for food and Kim was forced out of her bra. Yori seemed to take as much delight in that as I did; probably because of the hard time Kim had given her when she lost her bra. I didn't gloat too much as there were still three or four adverts to show before the movie came back on. I really thought the break was over, but one last advert was aired and just my luck it was for a car; I was loser number two and losing my panties in front of the girls was only the beginning of my troubles. Kim jumped off of the sofa the instant that the advert was clearly for cars and did a victory dance screaming "that's it, the panties come off!" I think she had forgotten that not only did Yori and I lose the dare, but there was a punishment waiting for her to impose on us. I could feel my face redden as I pushed the lacy material down to where gravity was able to take over and carry them to my ankles. I kicked them onto the pile and said "I guess this makes you pretty happy." Kim stammered a bit, her gaze fully fixed on areas below my waist, and then said, trying hard not to sound very pleased with her situation as the winner, "um, well, I guess I need to send a message and see what the loser's have to do." With that, Kim looked at Yori and said "stand." Her eyes darted back and forth drinking in the fact that we were naked, and seeming not to care that she was wearing only a pair of panties and her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. She certainly was savoring the moment, but before it went on too long she finished with "well, lets go see what punishment is in store for our losers!" Kim jiggled the mouse to wake the PC from its nap, and in the IRC window were several messages from "the other side." Basically, Wade said that he figured the dare might take a while, so the loser's punishment was below and that Kim should send a report by email which he would enjoy in the morning; he had gone off for a pint or two with some mates and wouldn't be checking things until then. I shouldn't have been so surprised, after all I had sent the message, but in the heat of the moment it was though I was hearing the message for the first time. Kim red the rest of the message aloud: "The losers are to be dressed in any outfit that the winner deems fitting for their punishment. The winner is then to parade the losers round any public place that he or she so desires. As an added bonus, the winner may humiliate them in any manner that she or he sees fit." I guess I really did imagine that I was going to win and that I'd be the winner. As I was starting to get a grip on this I was shaken back to reality when I heard my sister bark "look at me when I'm talking to you; I'm not going to repeat this and if you get it wrong you will regret having ever let your mind wander off." Kim ordered us to go back downstairs and to put on the clothes that the other had been wearing. Yori and I quietly decended the stairs leaving Kim in her room to, we assumed, dress into an outfit that was most comfortable for her. Back in the living room, I started to separate our outfits from the tangled mess in front of the telly. Holding her panties, and starting to step into them, I inadvertently glanced up to see Yori blush as the reality that I was going to be putting on her clothes sank in. Her skirt was even shorter and tighter than the one that Kim had given me earlier. The crotch of her panties was wet, and now cold when it made contact with my skin, but I was now very aware of the fact that Yori had been somewhat turned on. Her bra had foam cups and pulling the tank top over it I realised that there'd be no mistake that I was wearing a bra under the tank that clearly wasn't meant for a boy. Yori's skirt, which was short on her to begin with, was even shorter on me, and I really felt like there'd be no way to keep from showing off the panties which were barely concealed underneath. In fact, I was worried that a slight breeze might be all that was needed to flash whom ever was gazing at me. Yori had her own set of potentially embarrassing issues. Kim's bra was a full cup size larger than Yori's breasts needed, and when she pulled the tank over it the stiff cups of the bra gave an odd, disproportionate, shape to her chest and lifted the hem of her shirt well above her navel. Yori pulled on the skirt, and it was immediately obvious that it was too big; I got lucky that Yori's skirt had an elastic waist, but the skirt Kim had given me was denim and that wasn't going to benefit Yori in the least.. I actually expected it to drop to the floor when she let go, but it stopped its decent just at the widest part of Yori's hips, though that left the top bit of her panties exposed. I'm sure we looked funny, but as we looked each other over neither of us were laughing. Dressed we were, but we knew that the worst was still yet to come, and nervously we both waited for Kim to return to the lower floor and continue our humiliation. We didn't have to gawk at each other for all that long; before either of us felt the need to make any awkward small talk, we heard Kim start to decend on the stairs. As we expected, Kim had dressed, fixed up her hair a bit, and was looking quite like the cat who just ingested the canary and was trying to be sly about it. She nearly burst out into uncontrolled laughter when she turned the corner and saw us dressed in the wrong clothing. Managing to control herself, giggling only now and again, she laid out the plan. I might have been in control for a point that evening, but it was now Kim's show and she was becoming surprisingly intense with her role. We were instructed to fetch, and then to give our wallets to Kim, which she tucked into her purse. Then we were sent out to Yori's car. Kim climbed into the back of the Mini, leaving me to ride up front where I would be easily noticed by other passing motorists and certainly by anybody who pulled along side of us at any traffic signal. Yori was, of course, our driver, but at least while driving nobody was going to notice how ill fitting her clothing actually was. Kim instructed Yori to drive us into a section of town where there are a combination of shops, and pubs, both of which attract a fair number of people out on a Saturday evening. Our parade was certainly going to attract a lot of attention, and I was sure that Kim had no intention of keeping us out on the shops too. We parked in a car park round the back of the shops at the North end, and walked through the tight alley which lead us to the main road. We'd barely turned the corner, heading South, and it seemed like everybody out on the street suddenly was watching us as we strolled down the pavement. I glanced over at Yori and noticed that she had one arm pressed tightly against her side, and I gathered it was an effort to keep her skirt from slipping down any further. It had already slid further than when we had dressed at the house, and was now beginning to reveal more than just the waistband of her panties. Judging from the determined look on her face, she was doing her best to keep the skirt from falling completely down while trying not to be too obvious about it, lest Kim be angered by her efforts. We were about to pass a trendy clothing shop when Kim ordered us to go inside. I thought that we might get a bit of a break from the leers on the street, but I couldn't have been more wrong. The shop wasn't crowded, in fact it turned out that we were the only patrons, but the primary sales attendant was one of Kim's friends, Janice. Yori and I walked in ahead of Kim, and Janice greated us with a friendly smile that quickly turned into a very unsure expression. Just as we were nodding our hellos, Kim, lagging behind us enough that the door had shut after we entered, bounced through the door causing Janice to release her visual hold on me in order to visually inspect the newest arrival. The expression on her face changed to one of recognition, and a bit of relief, as Kim shouted her hello in what must have been a familiar voice. With one patron labeled as friend, Janice must have given a look that said "are these two with you," as Kim continued by saying "I see you've met my brother and my friend Yori," I was mortified, and must have turned beet red when Janice looked me in the eye and said "well, you're not the type I expected after hearing Kim talk about you!" Kim looked at us and then said to Janice, "their outfits are a bit ill fitting, don't you think?" Without waiting for a response she finished with "I've directed them into your shop to see if we might find them something a bit better for their evening out tonight." Janice nodded and replied, "with out a doubt, I am sure that I can help out," with such an evil grin on her face that if I didn't know how spontaneous this was I might have thought that Kim had planned this out with Janice all along. With that Janice and Kim decided that we each needed to try on what ever Janice selected for us, and both she and Janice would pick an outfit for us to purchase and wear for the rest of our stroll through the shops. I think I heard Yori let a sigh of relief go as she might actually end up with clothes that fit, but given that this was a shop for girls, I knew that I wasn't going to escape in any better shape. Janice had starting to rifle through one of the racks of dresses, when the bell on the shop door jingled announcing that yet someone else had arrived. I stole a glance to see if it might be someone who spied us on our walk down the street and had come in to gawk more, or if it was just another customer. It turned out to be neither. Johnny, who despite her name was not a boy, was the other sales attendant working the shop that evening; she was just returning from having her supper at the local next door. Johnny, came over to see who might need help, and again I blushed as she looked Yori and I over for the first time. I swear I heard her mutter "oh my" under her breath. Janice introduced her to Kim, and explained what we were doing and instructed Johnny to get on finding a few outfits for Yori to try on. I knew that Janice wanted my torture, at least with respect to what I was going to have to model, to be hers alone. Minutes passed like hours as Kim approved or rejected the offerings that Janice held up from various different locations in the store. Johnny travelled amongst the racks, and occasionally passed back to the centre of the store, where Yori and I were left to stand, to hold something up in order to eyeball the fit, see if the colour was right, or for some other devious reason that only Johnny knew. Finally the three converged on us with three or four selections for each of us to try on. I made the mistake of reaching my hand out and glancing toward the change rooms off to the side; this brought a sharp snap from Kim: "what, you think that you're going to get to try these on in private?" I couldn't being to hide the shock on my face as the thought of stripping down in front of these two strangers flashed through my brain. That look seemed to encourage Kim and the others as all three burst out in laughter. Yori, at the moment seemed less troubled about the whole matter as it seemed clear that Kim really had it out for me. "Both of you," Kim started, then in a demanding tone finished with "take those shirts and skirts off, right here, and right now." Yori lifted her arms to pull her tank off which that let her skirt slip to the floor without any extra effort. I couldn't help staring at how silly she looked in the oversized bra as I pushed the skirt I was wearing over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I pulled off my shirt and let it drop without much fanfare and stood there silently waiting Kim's next request. She looked at the other two, and after a bit of unspoken communication Janice told us to take off our bras. Yori's nipples weren't hard when she let the bra drop to the ground, but they perked right up when she realised that she was being stared at. I think Kim took some pitty on her, and demanded that I push my panties down to my knees. "Well ladies," Kim addressed the two shop workers," lets see what you have picked out for our two models this evening." The others giggled a bit, and began to hold up the various outfits for Kim's inspection. Yori and I were made to to try on several outfits, and once all had been modeled for the three laides, they made their selection. Yori found herself wearing a very tight, white, t-shirt which was so thin that the colour of her nipples could be seen through the material. For her lower half as skirt was selected which, while it stayed up on its own, wasn't long enough to cover her panties if she should sit down. Kim had found a bra for me which probably had a D cup size and was so stiffly padded that, short of being run over by a steam roller, the cups were not going to be compressed. I hadn't been asked to try it on, so it came as a bit of a surprise when Kim held it out to me. Once I managed to get the bra in place, I was given my outfit; a black, sleveless, minidress that, like Yori's new skirt, wasn't going to cover my ass if I had to sit down. As I had figured, even without any extra stuffing, the bra pushed the dress out to the point that it made the outfit even more embarrassing. Finally, we were dressed, and I was allowed to pull up my panties. Kim had Yori and I walk round the store while she took our wallets out and paid for our new clothes. I could hear Janice thanking her for being such a good customer, and Johnny insisted that we pose at the store entrance while she snapped a few pictures which I was sure were bound for the internet. Kim marched us down to the end of the row again turning us into a shop; this time an ice cream and sweets place where we were forced to order a dish of something. Outside of this shop, tucked along the pavement, there were small seats and tables. As we exited the shop with our treats, Kim instructed us to sit and finish our treats while she popped into the shop next door. We sat. The seats were metal, and I could feel the cold steel on my bare legs and knew that anybody who walked by was getting an eyefull, not just of a boy in a minidress, but sitting such that it was obvious that his pantied covered ass was fully in contact with the seat. The table prevented me from seeing Yori's exact situation, I imagined that she was feeling the same steel seat cold against her ass and legs. We finished, sat there until Kim returned, at which point she announced that it was time to go. Going, of course, meant that we needed to retrace our steps back along the row of shops until we reached the alley leading to the car park, but at least we were headed home. We were met with more stares as we walked, and I resisted the urge to tug my dress down knowing that if Kim saw me doing that there would be more hell to pay, and I wanted this to be over without any more punishment. The drive seemed to take forever, I still felt exposed again riding in the front passenger seat of the car with my big bra giving any passers by an interesting show. We eventually reached our house again. I let a sigh of relief out when it was obvious that our parents had yet to return home. Kim and Yori disappeared in to Kim's room and I retreated to mine, glad to be home, replaying the events of the afternoon and evening, still trying to figure out exactly how I managed to lose control of the game. All that aside, I was very eager to read Kim's email to Wade in the morning. [complete]
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