What if Mom comes home to a house with seven naked girls bathing a very naked Mikey? How freaked out will Mom be? Will the bath be conducted in the kitchen, in the bathroom--or the back yard?
So much potential.
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This is just starting to heat up! Hopefully you won't keep us waiting long for the next part! 
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Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 11)
Dare Me - Chapter 14 - Mikey Gets a Dare (Part 11)
The missionaries had written extensive notes on weather and geological observations since, other than converting all the heathen savages over to Christianity, their primary mission was to build a superior, sustainable agricultural community - not unlike the one that had sent them.
However, they did not limit themselves to just commenting on the weather. The letters were a treasure trove of insight into the tribe's social structures and culture. Everything was included - what the people ate and wore, how they engaged in trade and business transactions with each other and neighboring tribes, their peculiar ways of marking a special occasion or how they mourned the death of a family member.
As the de facto teacher, Cate had narrowed the scope of study to the subjects most relatable to the girls; namely, homemaking, child rearing, cooking, and clothing. It was all filtered through the lens of an early twentieth century American missionary. So, no doubt, many glaring discrepancies were lost in the translation. But the book of letters was the only resource the girls could access in their sheltered little corner of the world.
Cate began by delivering her prepared lines about food while Mel organized a little demonstration.
"Food harvesting and cooking is done by the women of the tribe. Their diet is supplemented with meat which the men bring back from hunts. Each family is expected to grow, hunt, or scavenge for what they need to survive," said Cate.
Being the second oldest made Cousin Mel essentially a second chaperone. Jumping into action, she pulled out a large, flat stone from their basket of supplies and set it in the middle of the room then had the other girls take turns showing how wheat gets ground into flour for bread.
"Fruit and berries grow in abundance in their tropical, sub-Saharan environment," continued Cate, "most food is either eaten raw or prepared over an...um...an open fire pit..." She faltered as she realized the first of many glaring flaws in their presentation.
"I, uh, we substituted our own ingredients and spices as well as we could based on the descriptions provided. But we cannot show you how the food is cooked," she said regretfully, "because we cannot make a fire here."
It turns out the troupe had done a poor job thinking everything through and working out the wrinkles before hitting the road. Lucky for them, Lucy rushed to their aid. "You can use our kitchen," she offered brightly, "it's right through here."
Mel grabbed her cooking pot and ingredients, and followed Lucy out of the room with no regard for the floundering group they were leaving behind. The presentation, only a few minutes old, was forced into a pause.
With nothing better to do, the five bored girls turned their attention back to the most interesting object in the room - my naked body. Thus far, their thoughts on my male anatomy had been kept to themselves or shared via conspiratorial whispers to each other. But having discovered that I was, at least in their mind, nothing more than a simpleton and an immature, eleven-year-old one at that, they relaxed their tongues.
I suppose I was inviting the scrutiny by standing with my legs spread and my hands behind my back. How could they have known I was being forced to do so against my will?
Persi, always willing to speak her mind, was the first to openly state the opinion she had formed about everything I was presenting. I gulped when she stepped forward to get a closer look and our height difference was amplified. I stood more than a foot taller than her, even though I was allegedly two years her junior.
"He's kinda cute," she said, matter of factly, "but he doesn't look eleven."
Her twin sister responded in my defense. "You shouldn't say that Persi. His sister said he was eleven. He can't help it if he's...oversized for his age," said Penny with an exaggerated downward glance.
"I can and I will say it," Persi shot back defiantly, "he's not just big for his age, he's gigantic. If he's only eleven, he's going to be as big as Goliath when he grows up!"
Persi, her face set with a cute look of determination, dared her sister to refute the statement. Truly, she was the epitome of persistence. I got the feeling she frequently quarreled with her meeker twin and rarely lost.
Penny quickly lived up to her penitent personality and began to backtrack, "ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
Cate saw that she would have to intervene. She had practice mediating the girl's squabbles and recognized whenever Persi started walking all over her twin sister.
"Now, now, let's not argue," she admonished, "I think you both make good points. Just because Mikey is big doesn't mean he's not eleven, though. I think he’s just a nice, healthy boy who I'm sure will grow up to be a strapping young man someday." Eager to end the confrontation and turn the page, she added, "Penny and Persi, your routine is up next. Why don’t you go head and start getting ready?"
Persi did not look satisfied with how the dispute had been settled. With a huff, she begrudgingly walked over to the supply basket and roughly pulled out two tiny, homemade drums.
Meanwhile, Honesty and Cate were still staring at me in awe. With a sly smile, Cate whispered to her fifteen-year-old sister, a little too loudly, "Persi is right, though. That is one big boy!"
Honesty, physically incapable of saying or doing anything dishonest, accidentally let her true feelings be known. "Big? Why, that's an understatement. He is as hung as old Beauregard!"
As soon as she had uttered those words, her eyes went wide, and she snapped her hand over her mouth. It was a character trait of hers which she couldn't control. She frequently failed to stop her mouth from speaking what her mind was thinking. Honest to a fault.
Cate snorted out a giggle while Persi, who had been unwilling to give up on the conversation despite being dismissed, had been eavesdropping from across the room.
"I don't get. What do you mean 'hung'?" asked Persi, "and what does Ol’ Bo have to do with anything? Mikey's not a horse!"
At that, Honesty and Cate erupted in uncontrollable laughter while little Annie just looked on in befuddlement. Like Persi, the joke had gone right over her little eleven-year-old head.
I didn't react at all to the exchange. But it wasn't because of some monumental summoning of stoic willpower. Rather, I was too stunned by another unexpected development. You see, while this was going on, little Penny, following her big sister's instructions, had started undoing the buttons on her dress.
I can't explain it, but just trust me when I say that something happens to a guy when a good-looking girl starts to take off her clothes in front of him. He gains a supernatural ability to tune out all other distractions. We are just wired that way. Hmm, could that be why strip clubs are so popular?
I don't know how, but my attention was drawn before her fingers even reached her collarbone. And as her dainty fingers slipped that very first button free of its hole, my heart started racing and my throat went dry.
Nothing else seemed to matter, as sweet Penitence worked her way down the front of her dress, button by button. When she reached the bottom, she shrugged her dress off, revealing her thirteen-year-old body encased in a skimpy, white slip. I went into shock.
She turned her dress over to Cate for safe keeping, then walked over to stand beside her twin sister. Persistence handed her one of the handheld drums then went to work on her own buttons. The white slip under Persi's dress perfectly matched the one her sister was wearing.
Still not quite believing my own eyes, I gawked at the two beautiful, scantily clad thirteen-year-old twin girls standing there in their intimates fiddling with each other's hair. Feeling my heartbeat increase, I forced myself to look away. I couldn't risk losing control of my penis.
As I stared at the ceiling, my brain finally registered what the other girls had been saying about how much I resembled their old horse in certain notable aspects. I couldn't decide if I should be flattered or offended.
It concerned me greatly how bold Honesty and Cate were growing. Being naked and outnumbered five to one while they made disparaging comments made me feel acutely vulnerable. The twins throwing me off balance by taking off their outer wear in front of me didn't help, either. I started to wonder how much I should be worried about them.
Well, as it turns out, I was directing my apprehension in entirely the wrong direction. It was the two girls who weren't even in the room that I should have been worrying about. You see, while I was out there enduring relatively mild asides from the five naive sisters, my own sister was in the kitchen conspiring with Cousin Mel.
I jumped when I heard Mel's sweet voice sing out a greeting. She had snuck up behind me and, after taking a moment to appreciate the view of my tight, naked bottom, held a piece of fruit on a skewer right in front of my face.
"Hey, big guy. I brought a little treat for you to try out," she said, "they say it's good for your vitality. Improves...circulation. What do you think?"
In no position to refuse, I reluctantly opened my mouth, and she shoved it inside. The fruit, which I didn't recognize, was not initially repulsive. It was sweet and chewy. But as I struggled to chew it into submission, other, less pleasant flavors were released. I managed to swallow it down without making an objectionable face.
Sidling up next to me, Mel offered a cheerful "good job" and patted my bottom just like she had observed my sister do earlier. As I was processing the unbelievable fact that a cute, seventeen-year-old girl had just touched my naked bottom, she reached into a satchel she had slung over her shoulder and skewered another piece of fruit.
"Are you starting to get tired, little man? Try this one," she sang, playfully waving it in front of my face, "it's extra potent, guaranteed to perk you right up."
She shoved a pungent little sphere into my mouth, and I started to chew as she once again patted my bottom encouragingly. Then, she leaned in and whispered a melody into my ear where only I could hear.
"I have to admit, I thought this trip was going to be boring. I only agreed to come along because Cate needed someone to help supervise and didn't trust any of her little sisters not to mess up the cooking. But as soon as I saw you, my day started to look a lot better. We've been talking about you in the kitchen, you know."
They had been talking about me?! What did she mean by that?
Her honeyed tongue was much too sweet to be delivering such painfully devastating news, "your big sister told me the truth about you, Mikey. Or should I say…your little sister? You're lucky my cousins are more gullible than I am."
Immediately, I stopped chewing and gulped. The last of the weird fruit slid down my throat as I swallowed, causing me to sputter and almost choke. Without skipping a beat, she skewered another piece from her sack and shoved it into my mouth which was hanging open in shock.
"Lucy also told me all about your naked dare. It must be torture showing yourself to all these girls and having to pretend like you're just an innocent little eleven-year-old boy. It's gonna be fun watching you squirm and try to hold in your little secret."
I suddenly felt extremely jittery; either from the news of my shameful dare secret getting out or a byproduct of the fruit Mel kept feeding me, I couldn't tell which for sure. Did she say one of the effects of the fruit was to perk me up? That sounded ominous.
"Truthfully, I don't think this would be worth the trouble of sticking around if you didn't have such a nice package. I'm curious, how big does that thing get anyway?" she wondered in admiration, glancing down the front of my bare body while I blushed, "I know you're not allowed to answer me. But don't worry, I think by the end of my cousins' presentation, I'll have the answer I'm looking for."
I swallowed again and she rewarded my bottom with another encouraging pat but didn't move to offer me another piece. "You better pace yourself, big guy," she teased, "I wouldn't want you to get so full during the show that you burst right in front of everyone."
She gave my bottom one last, playful pinch and giggled melodically as I reacted by jerking it out of the way causing my large, hanging organ to jiggle wildly. Then she spun and headed back to the kitchen with her fateful words still ringing in my ears.
The missionaries had written extensive notes on weather and geological observations since, other than converting all the heathen savages over to Christianity, their primary mission was to build a superior, sustainable agricultural community - not unlike the one that had sent them.
However, they did not limit themselves to just commenting on the weather. The letters were a treasure trove of insight into the tribe's social structures and culture. Everything was included - what the people ate and wore, how they engaged in trade and business transactions with each other and neighboring tribes, their peculiar ways of marking a special occasion or how they mourned the death of a family member.
As the de facto teacher, Cate had narrowed the scope of study to the subjects most relatable to the girls; namely, homemaking, child rearing, cooking, and clothing. It was all filtered through the lens of an early twentieth century American missionary. So, no doubt, many glaring discrepancies were lost in the translation. But the book of letters was the only resource the girls could access in their sheltered little corner of the world.
Cate began by delivering her prepared lines about food while Mel organized a little demonstration.
"Food harvesting and cooking is done by the women of the tribe. Their diet is supplemented with meat which the men bring back from hunts. Each family is expected to grow, hunt, or scavenge for what they need to survive," said Cate.
Being the second oldest made Cousin Mel essentially a second chaperone. Jumping into action, she pulled out a large, flat stone from their basket of supplies and set it in the middle of the room then had the other girls take turns showing how wheat gets ground into flour for bread.
"Fruit and berries grow in abundance in their tropical, sub-Saharan environment," continued Cate, "most food is either eaten raw or prepared over an...um...an open fire pit..." She faltered as she realized the first of many glaring flaws in their presentation.
"I, uh, we substituted our own ingredients and spices as well as we could based on the descriptions provided. But we cannot show you how the food is cooked," she said regretfully, "because we cannot make a fire here."
It turns out the troupe had done a poor job thinking everything through and working out the wrinkles before hitting the road. Lucky for them, Lucy rushed to their aid. "You can use our kitchen," she offered brightly, "it's right through here."
Mel grabbed her cooking pot and ingredients, and followed Lucy out of the room with no regard for the floundering group they were leaving behind. The presentation, only a few minutes old, was forced into a pause.
With nothing better to do, the five bored girls turned their attention back to the most interesting object in the room - my naked body. Thus far, their thoughts on my male anatomy had been kept to themselves or shared via conspiratorial whispers to each other. But having discovered that I was, at least in their mind, nothing more than a simpleton and an immature, eleven-year-old one at that, they relaxed their tongues.
I suppose I was inviting the scrutiny by standing with my legs spread and my hands behind my back. How could they have known I was being forced to do so against my will?
Persi, always willing to speak her mind, was the first to openly state the opinion she had formed about everything I was presenting. I gulped when she stepped forward to get a closer look and our height difference was amplified. I stood more than a foot taller than her, even though I was allegedly two years her junior.
"He's kinda cute," she said, matter of factly, "but he doesn't look eleven."
Her twin sister responded in my defense. "You shouldn't say that Persi. His sister said he was eleven. He can't help it if he's...oversized for his age," said Penny with an exaggerated downward glance.
"I can and I will say it," Persi shot back defiantly, "he's not just big for his age, he's gigantic. If he's only eleven, he's going to be as big as Goliath when he grows up!"
Persi, her face set with a cute look of determination, dared her sister to refute the statement. Truly, she was the epitome of persistence. I got the feeling she frequently quarreled with her meeker twin and rarely lost.
Penny quickly lived up to her penitent personality and began to backtrack, "ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
Cate saw that she would have to intervene. She had practice mediating the girl's squabbles and recognized whenever Persi started walking all over her twin sister.
"Now, now, let's not argue," she admonished, "I think you both make good points. Just because Mikey is big doesn't mean he's not eleven, though. I think he’s just a nice, healthy boy who I'm sure will grow up to be a strapping young man someday." Eager to end the confrontation and turn the page, she added, "Penny and Persi, your routine is up next. Why don’t you go head and start getting ready?"
Persi did not look satisfied with how the dispute had been settled. With a huff, she begrudgingly walked over to the supply basket and roughly pulled out two tiny, homemade drums.
Meanwhile, Honesty and Cate were still staring at me in awe. With a sly smile, Cate whispered to her fifteen-year-old sister, a little too loudly, "Persi is right, though. That is one big boy!"
Honesty, physically incapable of saying or doing anything dishonest, accidentally let her true feelings be known. "Big? Why, that's an understatement. He is as hung as old Beauregard!"
As soon as she had uttered those words, her eyes went wide, and she snapped her hand over her mouth. It was a character trait of hers which she couldn't control. She frequently failed to stop her mouth from speaking what her mind was thinking. Honest to a fault.
Cate snorted out a giggle while Persi, who had been unwilling to give up on the conversation despite being dismissed, had been eavesdropping from across the room.
"I don't get. What do you mean 'hung'?" asked Persi, "and what does Ol’ Bo have to do with anything? Mikey's not a horse!"
At that, Honesty and Cate erupted in uncontrollable laughter while little Annie just looked on in befuddlement. Like Persi, the joke had gone right over her little eleven-year-old head.
I didn't react at all to the exchange. But it wasn't because of some monumental summoning of stoic willpower. Rather, I was too stunned by another unexpected development. You see, while this was going on, little Penny, following her big sister's instructions, had started undoing the buttons on her dress.
I can't explain it, but just trust me when I say that something happens to a guy when a good-looking girl starts to take off her clothes in front of him. He gains a supernatural ability to tune out all other distractions. We are just wired that way. Hmm, could that be why strip clubs are so popular?
I don't know how, but my attention was drawn before her fingers even reached her collarbone. And as her dainty fingers slipped that very first button free of its hole, my heart started racing and my throat went dry.
Nothing else seemed to matter, as sweet Penitence worked her way down the front of her dress, button by button. When she reached the bottom, she shrugged her dress off, revealing her thirteen-year-old body encased in a skimpy, white slip. I went into shock.
She turned her dress over to Cate for safe keeping, then walked over to stand beside her twin sister. Persistence handed her one of the handheld drums then went to work on her own buttons. The white slip under Persi's dress perfectly matched the one her sister was wearing.
Still not quite believing my own eyes, I gawked at the two beautiful, scantily clad thirteen-year-old twin girls standing there in their intimates fiddling with each other's hair. Feeling my heartbeat increase, I forced myself to look away. I couldn't risk losing control of my penis.
As I stared at the ceiling, my brain finally registered what the other girls had been saying about how much I resembled their old horse in certain notable aspects. I couldn't decide if I should be flattered or offended.
It concerned me greatly how bold Honesty and Cate were growing. Being naked and outnumbered five to one while they made disparaging comments made me feel acutely vulnerable. The twins throwing me off balance by taking off their outer wear in front of me didn't help, either. I started to wonder how much I should be worried about them.
Well, as it turns out, I was directing my apprehension in entirely the wrong direction. It was the two girls who weren't even in the room that I should have been worrying about. You see, while I was out there enduring relatively mild asides from the five naive sisters, my own sister was in the kitchen conspiring with Cousin Mel.
I jumped when I heard Mel's sweet voice sing out a greeting. She had snuck up behind me and, after taking a moment to appreciate the view of my tight, naked bottom, held a piece of fruit on a skewer right in front of my face.
"Hey, big guy. I brought a little treat for you to try out," she said, "they say it's good for your vitality. Improves...circulation. What do you think?"
In no position to refuse, I reluctantly opened my mouth, and she shoved it inside. The fruit, which I didn't recognize, was not initially repulsive. It was sweet and chewy. But as I struggled to chew it into submission, other, less pleasant flavors were released. I managed to swallow it down without making an objectionable face.
Sidling up next to me, Mel offered a cheerful "good job" and patted my bottom just like she had observed my sister do earlier. As I was processing the unbelievable fact that a cute, seventeen-year-old girl had just touched my naked bottom, she reached into a satchel she had slung over her shoulder and skewered another piece of fruit.
"Are you starting to get tired, little man? Try this one," she sang, playfully waving it in front of my face, "it's extra potent, guaranteed to perk you right up."
She shoved a pungent little sphere into my mouth, and I started to chew as she once again patted my bottom encouragingly. Then, she leaned in and whispered a melody into my ear where only I could hear.
"I have to admit, I thought this trip was going to be boring. I only agreed to come along because Cate needed someone to help supervise and didn't trust any of her little sisters not to mess up the cooking. But as soon as I saw you, my day started to look a lot better. We've been talking about you in the kitchen, you know."
They had been talking about me?! What did she mean by that?
Her honeyed tongue was much too sweet to be delivering such painfully devastating news, "your big sister told me the truth about you, Mikey. Or should I say…your little sister? You're lucky my cousins are more gullible than I am."
Immediately, I stopped chewing and gulped. The last of the weird fruit slid down my throat as I swallowed, causing me to sputter and almost choke. Without skipping a beat, she skewered another piece from her sack and shoved it into my mouth which was hanging open in shock.
"Lucy also told me all about your naked dare. It must be torture showing yourself to all these girls and having to pretend like you're just an innocent little eleven-year-old boy. It's gonna be fun watching you squirm and try to hold in your little secret."
I suddenly felt extremely jittery; either from the news of my shameful dare secret getting out or a byproduct of the fruit Mel kept feeding me, I couldn't tell which for sure. Did she say one of the effects of the fruit was to perk me up? That sounded ominous.
"Truthfully, I don't think this would be worth the trouble of sticking around if you didn't have such a nice package. I'm curious, how big does that thing get anyway?" she wondered in admiration, glancing down the front of my bare body while I blushed, "I know you're not allowed to answer me. But don't worry, I think by the end of my cousins' presentation, I'll have the answer I'm looking for."
I swallowed again and she rewarded my bottom with another encouraging pat but didn't move to offer me another piece. "You better pace yourself, big guy," she teased, "I wouldn't want you to get so full during the show that you burst right in front of everyone."
She gave my bottom one last, playful pinch and giggled melodically as I reacted by jerking it out of the way causing my large, hanging organ to jiggle wildly. Then she spun and headed back to the kitchen with her fateful words still ringing in my ears.
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Things are building up intensely now. How ominous! I hope she means explode in the literal sense? Regardless I think we can see a little something happening here. He is definitely going to get hard but will those fruit make a premature explosion happen? I guess we will have to wait and see. Another great update from you ND! I can't wait for an exact measurement again. It makes it much easier for a reader like myself to picture.
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I enjoyed that chapter immensely. Wait till the visitors find out he is not an 11 year old boy.
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Oooh devious. It's GREAT news that the girls are a healthy mix and not all completely naive.
Loving this! Very curious about the upcoming (naked?) drumming session! And recalling a thing or two about Riviera Dave and his medicine, I'm rather "suspicious" of those odd fruits Mikey has just been fed. Guarana, ginseng, or some even more exotic equivalents? Nature's own Viagra
muhehe. Poor guy.
Loving this! Very curious about the upcoming (naked?) drumming session! And recalling a thing or two about Riviera Dave and his medicine, I'm rather "suspicious" of those odd fruits Mikey has just been fed. Guarana, ginseng, or some even more exotic equivalents? Nature's own Viagra
muhehe. Poor guy.A kinky, pervy dreamer who occasionally feels creative. I love and appreciate comments and encouragement and I'm also open to suggestions!
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