[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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[Lizard]

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.


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[Lizard]

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]

[Xxxbe]

Originally Posted by 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.

Continued in next post

Im already waiting for the next part