[FICTION] More Dares For My Sister

[Lizard]

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.

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