[FICTION] Dares At The Reunion

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A bit more than eighteen years ago, three brothers, more
importantly their wives, managed to present their
parents with three grandchildren. Since that year, more
grandchildren were added to the family tree, but never
again was there a year where the tree was increased by
three. The first newborns, three girls, grew into
pre-teens, and began to refer to themselves as the
original cousins, finding any and every way to
separate themselves from their younger siblings. While
they only were able to visit with each other a few times
each year, it was soon obvious that they developed a
unique bond between them.

Every two or three years the brothers, and their
families, pick a spot for a week long reunion. All of
the reunions have been memoriable; one in particular,
the one that occurred the summer following the
originals' first year away at university, proved
to be the most unforgetable week for the three eldest
girls. The folowing is the cronicle of the
originals' adventures during that week of family
reunion.


My dad and his brothers had spent several months organising,
planning, designing, and sometimes scheming, to make this
year's reunion the best one ever. They found a lake tucked
off in the woods, with small cottages scattered round the
South shore, and had booked three of the cottages for our
summer reunion. Unlike most teens just back from their first
year at university, my cousins (Jen and Cindy), and I were
very eager to go off with our families for a week. It seemed
like it had been forever since we, the original cousins, had
spent any time together, and we were looking forward to a
week of catching up.

Each of the cottages were pretty much the same, a couple of
bedrooms with double beds, a fold-out sofa in the main room,
and a small kitchen with a table and chairs. Outside, the
cottages had a small deck with a picnic table, chairs and
(most importantly) a hot tub. Down the lane there was a small
park with a basketball court and what looked like a pretty
elaborate set of playground equipment. There was also a small
pool available to share by all who were renting the cottages;
it too was down by the ball court and playground. I had to
hand it to dad and my uncles, this was indeed a wonderful
spot to get away to.

I am an only child, and as such we would have more room in
our cottage, so I managed to convince my dad to let Jen and
Cindy stay with me; given that we could all share the same
bedroom they could hardly argue against it. I was looking
forward to what was going to amount to a week long slumber
party with my cousins, and they were looking forward to not
have to share space with their brothers.

Tradition at our past reunions, is to gather each evening for
a big pot-luck dinner, and it seems that dinner on the first
evening is louder, and filled with more laughter than any
other. This time round was no exception and there seemed to
be so much more to chat about with the first born of each
family having been off to university for the last 9 months or
so. After dinner was over, and things were pretty much
cleaned up, Cindy and Jen brought their stuff round to our
cottage and we settled in; unpacking and going on and on with
various stories about our first year away from home.

Settled into our room, it was time to head out and explore
the area. We could hear the boys, several years younger than
us, playing with the canoes down at the water's edge, so we
decided to go in the opposite direction and headed for the
park. Jen had snatched her brother's basketball and, once we
reached the park, we settled in on the ball court. We
continued telling university stories as we took turns
pretending that we were pretty good ball players (we must
have looked pretty silly as we were all wearing skirts, tank
tops and flip-flops).

I think it was Jen who suggested that we play a game of
H-O-R-S-E rather than just shooting the ball with no real
purpose. The first game went without much ado and I think
that Cindy won; I just remember that I lost. We decided on
another, but I suggested that we make it a bit more exciting.
I started to reminisce about when we were 14 or 15 how the
three of us used to play some kind of dare games up in one of
our rooms. We always had a lot of fun, and I suggested that
it might be fun to rekindle those games this week. From the
smiles on the faces of the other two, I wasn't alone in those
thoughts.

The shadows were getting long, but there was plenty of light
left in the day for us to play. It was decided that we'd play
two games and the loser of each would have to remove their
panties right in the middle of the court. The loser of the
first would be unlucky enough to have to play the second game
without, and the one who managed not to lose either would get
to keep her panties for the rest of the evening. This was a
tame start, but as none of our previous games ever left the
house, something like taking one's panties off in the middle
of the ball court was a bit of a stretch.

Jen had a run of bad luck and lost the first game in near
record time. I could see the lots of trepidation in her face
as she shot me a look that said "remove my panties, here,
now?" Cindy and I prodded her a bit, and after a small amount
of fidiging, Jen performed her dare. Jen nervously looked
round to see who might be watching, and then quickly reached
up under her skirt, pulled down a pair of baby blue string
bikini panties, and awkwardly stepped out of them. Her skirt
didn't have any pockets, so she stuffed her panties into the
waistband of her skirt and we quickly moved onto the next
game.

When ever it was my turn, I tried to add some kind of jumping
to the shot in an attempt to make Jen's skirt fly up as she
made the move. She couldn't lose the game, but she did have
to play and she was less than comfortable jumpping round in a
shortish skirt with nothing on underneath. I had a good time
making her squirm.

Soon enough, karma came spinning right back at me and I
failed to make an easy shot landing me with an all of the
letters in H-O-R-S-E, and more importantly to Cindy the loss
of the game. Suddenly I could feel my face flush and knew
just how Jen had felt after her loss. Unlike when Jen lost, a
couple of moms with some toddler aged kids had overtaken the
playground, and while the ball court and play equipment were
far enough separated that the mom's probably wouldn't realise
what I was doing, I knew that we weren't alone; I think Jen
was taking some satisfaction in this.

My panties were pink that day; lacy things that I like to
wear under skirts secretly hoping that someone might get a
glimpse of if I'm not careful. Not wanting Cindy or Jen to
have to prod me to do my dare, I reached up, and tugged them
down. Trying to hurry, so as not to be spotted by the moms on
the playground, I nearly tripped as I caught my panties on
one of my flip-flops. Tumbling over and flashing at least the
other girls would have been very embarassing; I felt very
lucky that I managed to catch my balance and remain upright.

No sooner had I shoved my panties into the back pocket of my
skirt did the floodlights pop on. I guess we hadn't noticed
that the ball court was lit, and when we looked over to the
far end we saw Jen and Cindy's brothers coming our way. They
apparently had figured out that there were lights, and I was
now a bit nervous about what exactly they had seen, but since
they focused more on giving Jen some grief for stealing the
ball, I had to guess that they didn't see much. We turned to
go, and as I did so I could feel a bit of air rush up and
tickle my nakedness that was now covered only by my skirt;
what a rush!

We headed in the direction of our cottage and ended up
stopping along the way to sit on the small dock that jutted a
few meters out into the lake. Hanging out on the dock was
Cindy's idea and I think she knew that sitting there could be
fairly compromising for Jen and I; it was somewhat difficult
to "maintain my dignity" while we sat there. Jen's skirt was
a bit longer than mine so I don't think she had as much of a
problem as I did. Even if I had been wearing my panties it
would have been tough, but I was very much more aware of how
short my skirt was being naked underneath. After a bit we
deiced to move back to the cottage; fortunately, not a single
person had come out on the dock, so it turned out to be less
of an issue than Cindy had hoped.

It was nearly 11 o'clock, the sun had set long ago, and the
long drive, basketball, and other excitement of being
reunited with family had hit us originals like a bunch of
bricks. When we got back to our cottage we found our parents
gathered in the main room sipping on glasses of beer and
wine. We made polite conversation for a few minutes, and then
headed off to bed.