Randy and Mandy's Bizarre Sibling Rivalry_New November 4

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Randy and Mandy
Chapter 1. Birthday for the Twins

Its Saturday morning, almost noon, rays of sunlight peeking through gaps in the blinds and shades. The door to Randy's bedroom opens.
A girl stands in the doorway, her hair still a mess from sleeping, dressed in form fitting cotton shorts and a tank-top. The girl steps over
to the bed. She positions herself at the foot of the bed, where she takes hold of the sheets. Randy is sleeping on his back, and when the
sheet begins to pull slowly down his body the chest and stomach become uncovered. The girl pulls on the sheets slowly and inch by inch the
boy's body is exposed. The girl pauses and she chuckles when she sees the tight fitting Jockey briefs that are the smallest size one could
imagine on a young teen's hips. The underwear barely conceals anything, and the cause of the chuckling is the stiff protrusion pointing
nearly straight upward toward Randy's bellybutton. There is a serious erection issue going on. If it were any longer it might push past the
waistband.

Ever so slowly the sheets move all the way down Randy's legs until they lay bunched up at the ankles. The girl walks to the side of the bed,
and she gently lets herself onto the bed. Barely moving the bed down at all, the girl lays down to snuggle up next to the nearly naked
boy on the bed. Leaning closer, the girl kisses Randy on the cheek. The first kiss is soft and goes unnoticed. The next round of kisses becomes more forceful, and the girl places her hand onto Randy's stomach.

Randy opens his eyes. He shifts his head to see the girl's face next to his and then notices the location of her hand. The hand is tickling the
tender and sensitive skin of the lower tummy between the bellybutton and the top of the briefs waistband.

"Hey...will you stop that," Randy says as he tries to roll over onto his stomach. That hand is way too close to a certain area, and he can feel
the sheets are completely gone. Rolling over is the only defensive move that could keep that hand from going even further south. That hand
has been known to grab the underwear to give a wedgie, front and backside. Randy succeeds getting rolled over, but the girl takes the
opportunity to sit up and yank down the back of the briefs. She spanks the bare skin with her palm. She spanks Randy's bottom five or
six times, then the hand pauses as it actually begins to rub and massage.

"Time to get up dear brother. Happy Birthday. I wanted to be the first one to spank you today...oh, and give some some kisses." The girl
leans down toward the upper part of Randy's body again, and she places more kisses on his right cheek.

"Mandy...please get off of me. I don't sneak into your room and strip your bed. I don't yank down your panties."

Randy's sister gets off the bed. Randy reaches for the girl, makes a grab at the shorts as if trying to yank them down. Mandy moves just in
time, and she laughs as she leaves the room.

Randy and Mandy are not your typical brother and sister pair. They are twins, and as such they are closer than usual, know each other's secrets
and tease each other in ways other sibling pairs would find bizarre, even kinky. Until they turned twelve years old, the brother and sister
shared the same bedroom and shared the same bathtime. Each of them is bold, adventurous, daring, and open to just about anything.

For two years Randy has been on a swim club. He is fit as a fiddle, slender and lightly muscled, and he can wear a speedo in public. Randy
and his sister have even gone skinnydipping while on vacation in Jamaica in front of mom and their stepdad. Mandy only went topless that
time, but Randy had nothing on for over an hour. Nudity didn't scare the bejeebus out of them the way it did most other kids their age, but
they didn't try to be nudists either.

When Randy came into the kitchen to sit down at the table, the only thing he had put on was shorts. This is normal for Randy, who rarely
wears a shirt unless it is required. The last years grueling schedule of workouts and sporting events has given him abs and pecs worth showing
off. Randy is fourteen years old today, and he has one of the best bodies on any boy in his 8th grade class.

As Randy sits down, he looks over the assortment of glasses and bowls in front of him. One glass has green veggie shake with added chlorophyl.
A second glass has a mixture of apple juice, cranberry juice, tart cherry mixed with a liquid minerals supplement. In one bowl there is
oatmeal. A second bowl has granola with yogurt and banana slices. This is his typical fitness breakfast.

"Good morning sweet cakes," mom says as she steps over to the table. "Happy birthday to my dear twins. Here is the first of many little
presents you'll get today."

Mom pours a small amount of chocolate chips onto the granola bowl. Both Randy and Mandy grin when they see the lovely little dark brown
cone shaped pieces of chocolate. Candy of any type is on the "NO NO" list. Even a sprinkling of chocolate chips is a treat for the twins.

"Thanks mom, but why bother with counting sugar carbs on our birthday. We are going to have a regular cake tonight, right?"

"It's going to be a special version of a carrot cake. Extra carrot with extra yeast plus bran in the cake batter. I gave the directions to
a local baker. The icing will be partly made with carob powder."

"Uh...that sounds great, mom. Where are we going to have this get together. I think Mandy invited a bunch of our schoolmates." Randy
shoves a spoonful of granola into his mouth.

Mom suddenly got less happy. "Well...We'll have to do the party while I do my work shift. I couldn't get out of it for tonight. But don't
worry, the meeting room is large enough for everyone."

January 20th, which is today, is supposed to be super special. How can a party done at mom's place of work be special? Mrs. Mason is the
manager of a health and fitness center. The place is called Hens and Chicks Fitness and Health Center. The center only has women and children under the age of seventeen. When boys reach the age of seventeen, they have to move on to a gym that caters to grown men. The twins are
both somewhat disappointed. Mom won't be able to manage the party since she will be managing the fitness center, only able to drop in
every so often to see how things in the meeting room are going. Mandy had planned a perfect birthday for 8th graders.

The theme of the party is HARRY POTTER movies. It is going to be a swim party, but first there is music and snacks in the meeting/class room
of the center. Ten kids and a few parents show up in costume. Randy dresses up in glasses and a black gown like Harry Potter of course.

The party at the fitness center turns out better than expected. Mandy goes as Hermione. For two hours everyone acts like young wizards and witches. Even the heathy birthday cake tastes good. After that the costumes get stripped off and everyone jumps into the swimming pool.
Randy walked the decks like he owned the place. He was the only one strutting around in a tight fitting black speedo, one he wore last
Christmas Holidays while on a catamaran off the Jamaican coast. Actually, that speedo didn't stay on for very long. There is a DVD of the
vacation footage showing he get stripped of the swimsuit and had to swim and dive with nothing on. Even Randy's buddies who are also in
the swim club wore trunks instead of speedos.

At nine pm, the hour the center closes on Saturday, the majority of the party guests depart. Two guests remain, one friend of Randy's and
a friend of Mandy's. These two friends will stay with them for a while longer at the fitness center, followed by a sleepover at the twin's house.

Fourteen year old Dalton is not one of Randy's swim club buddies, but a friend from Junior High. Dalton's knee length swim trunks have enough
material to make three suits the size of Randy's slinky black Speedo. Dalton is tall, white as a sheet of blank paper, and he has a mop top of
curly orange hair. There is so much Randy can tease his friend about.

Randy and Mandy have regular skin tone, and fortunately not a freckle or mole or any other type of blemish. Their hair is a light brown, slightly
wavy, the perfect match for light brown eyes. At the school, some kids and teachers thought they were a couple, until knowing they were
actually twins. No other set of siblings held hands in the hallway.

The friend of Mandy's staying for the sleepover is the opposite of the pale Irish/Scottish Dalton. Anaya is of both Indian and Lebanese
ancestry, and her skin is a golden bronze light brown. Anaya's eyes are light brown mixed with green and gold, super sexy and so is her
smile.

Mrs. Mason was only able to pop in a few times during the costume part of the party. With the facility closed to the public, and having sent
all staff members home, the mom has to finish some cleaning up (mainly the party mess in the meeting room) and close out the financial
statements for the day. Mom will again not be around, and the four kids have the fitness center to themselves for a while. Mom said it will
be at least an hour till she is ready to take the group to the house.

[TeenFan]

Randy and Mandy are the same ones you will find in latest chapters of "Saturday at the Lake".
This story takes place shortly before Davos comes to the twin's house to do the science project.
That other story already makes extensive use of backstory. I didn't want to try to add these Randy and Mandy adventures into
a story featuring Davos.

[Themarble]

I can't wait to see what ended up making the order six and two quarters!

Surprise us Teenfan, I cannot wait to read how far this order goes!

[tommyjoe999]

this looks promising.. I'm curious for the next chapters

[TeenFan]

Randy and Mandy
Chapter 2. Unequal Exposure


Randy and his twin sister Mandy had been to the fitness center several times. This is the first time being in the facility after hours. Normally
there is a hustle and bustle of patrons filling the lap lanes of the pool, taking up all the exercise machines, and becoming an unwelcoming mass
of bodies in the sauna (mostly slightly overweight and past their prime moms trying to sweat off a few more pounds). It was so cool to have the
place to themselves and their two friends.

For a short while Dalton and Anaya sit in a hot tub with the twins. There are four seats with two water jets per seat. It was wonderful not to
have to make way for the groups of women who naturally think they own the place and are entitled to shove any kids aside. One can see the
look of contentment come across their faces as the massaging jets of water press against their backs.

"You know what we didn't do during the party?" Mandy suddenly sits up. "We didn't give Randy his birthday spanking."

"No way. It's too late for that," Randy says, and he vigorously shakes his head.

Not surprisingly, both Anaya and Dalton think this oversight should be immediately remedied.

"It's still the 20th, so it's not too late," Dalton says with a surprising amount of joyful anticipation. "He's fourteen years old. Now that makes
fourteen swats."

"And one to grow on. That makes fifteen. We can each give Randy five spanks," Anaya sits up straighter and she too is suddenly very
enthusiastic, clapping her hands and sticking a foot out of the water to point toes right at Randy. "This American tradition is new to me.
My parents didn't do this at birthday parties. My mom is Lebanese and such touching in public wasn't allowed."

"Oh come on. Spanks for birthdays is childish," Randy groans and rolls his eyes.

"We have our own family tradition," Mandy grins at her friend. "It's a bare bottom spanking in our family." She then turns toward her
brother who is the only one not smiling in the tub. "Get up and kneel down at the edge of the tub. Down on all fours. Those cheeks are
gonna be rosy red."

"You're forgetting something sis...it's your birthday too. Whatever is done to me gets done to you." Randy is back to smiling again.

Dalton and Anaya look at each other. Each birthday guest is stunned and thrilled.

"Wow. This will be the best party ever. I get to spank a boy and a girl today," Anaya says. "But will she really do it?"

"Mandy is going to pull her bikini bottom down. We're in this together. I'll go first." Randy gets up from the hot tub seat. He turns
around, placing his knees at the edge of the tub. Randy unties the string to the Speedo, then he leans over with his hands at the sides of
the swimsuit. Randy turns his body just enough to glance behind him. "I'll take a vote on this...Do I pull the Speedo partway down (indicates
with a hand the suit being pulled down to the bottom of the butt area) or do you want it all the way down? (indicates by pointing toward
his knees).

"You wouldn't!" Mandy gasps.

"Well, how do you guys vote? Mandy is going to have to duplicate this exactly."

Not surprisingly, Mandy says a partial baring is good enough. Dalton and Anaya each voted for the swimsuit down to the knees option.

Before dropping the Speedo down all the way, Randy first reaches into the front of the suit, using the right hand he grasps his balls. Then
the hand pulls the balls forward and he puts his knees all the way together, the legs as close together as possible. Once the adjustment is made
Randy slides the black Speedo down his legs all the way to the knees. He gets onto all fours, his butt sticking up in the air higher than the
upper body.

From the point of view of Mandy and the other two party guests all that can be seen is a full moon of Randy's ass. Below the ass nothing
more of interest is visible, the dangling boy bits safely pulled toward the front and locked into place. Butt and legs are all that can be seen.

"That is so unfair," Mandy says, realizing how she had trapped herself.

"You guys can start anytime," Randy tells his spankers.

Anaya goes first, and she counts out loud as she swats each cheek. Anaya takes her sweet time, taking in the sight with much delight. Dalton
goes second, and he does his round of five spanks in quick succession. And then it was time for Mandy to spank her brother. Randy's twin
sister is seething inside and she does her best to get some enjoyment out of this birthday spanking. Mandy slaps the bared cheeks with twice
the force anyone else did, Randy's butt turning a bright shade of red after the hard swats.

It stung, but Randy laughed as he yanks up the Speedo. He turns around to say, "Okay sis. Now you do exactly what I did."

Mandy takes up the same position her brother kneeled down at. Randy jumps into the tub to sit next to Anaya. The three in the tub watch
intently as Mandy slowly pulls down her bikini bottom. She keeps the legs and knees together, but there isn't anything she can tuck forward
to hide. As the girl slides the suit to the knees, and she gets onto hands and knees, her bottom sticks out as a super moon compared to Randy's
bottom. Both of them are same age, but the fourteen year old girl's behind is several inches wider. The crack of the ass might be similar,
but there is one distinct difference. As Mandy bends over the other split in the skin becomes partly visible. Now matter how hard she tries
to keep her legs pressed together, the pussy crack can be seen from the back.

"Is that what I think it is?" Dalton can't keep his mouth closed as he gets a peek at something he must likely have considered impossible to get
a glimpse of.

Anaya doesn't say anything, she just sits there laughing with hands over her mouth.

"Hurry up. Get on with it." Mandy says. "I'll only bend over like this for one minute. Then I'm getting up."

This time Dalton goes first. He gives Mandy five swats while he actually stays as much in front of the bottom as he can, rather than hitting
from the normal side position. Dalton barely looked at the butt cheeks as his eyes stayed glued to the several inches of pussy lips squeezed
shut but still visible. Anaya goes second, and she spanks a little more from the side position, not trying to get as close a look to the exposed
slit. And lastly, Randy placed his swats hard and loud, the smacks echoing off the walls of the nearly empty swimming area. Mandy grunted
and whimpered during the final five swats.

When Mandy yanked up her bikini and turned around, the cheeks on her face were of a similar shade of pink as her bottom.

"I'm going to get you good for this dearest brother."

"It was your idea dearest sister."

"I'm through with the hot tub. Anaya and I are going to the dance room." Mandy got out of the tub, and she waited for her friend to join her.
Together the two teen girls walked toward the other side of the building.

"Let's wait a few minutes," Randy says to his buddy. "We'll give Mandy some time to cool down...the we'll sneak up and see what they are
doing in the dance room."

"You think your sister will think up something to get revenge on you?"

"Yep...she always does."

[TeenFan]

Randy and Mandy
Chapter 3. Friendly Competition, Part One


After chilling while staying heated in the hot tub, Randy and his buddy Dalton got out to check up on the girls. They walked over to the other
side of the facility. Randy's mom came out of the meeting room. She had a large black trash bag in her grip, but she waved the two boys
away when Dalton offered to carry the trash bag.

"It's my kid's birthday today...and it's my job, so I'll take care of the cleanup. Thanks for asking. Dalton, you are such a sweet thing. I'm glad
you are coming over to my house tonight."

Dalton beamed with pride after the compliment. Randy smacked his friend on the shoulder, nodded his head toward the double door leading
into the dance room.

Inside the dance room some music is playing at medium volume. It's some tune from a classical piece of music, probably from a play or ballet.
Mandy and Anaya are prancing around in front of the long wall mirror, each one spinning around and twirling their arms. This is Mandy's choice
of athletic endeavor. Mandy started off with ballet lessons when she was twelve, and at fourteen is fairly good at it. Mandy's moves are
significantly more refined than the awkward attempts by Anaya to duplicate the movements.

Randy and Dalton stand just inside the door, but only for a minute. They must get closer, must get a better look since both girls are doing
these dance moves while in the bikini swimsuits they wore in the hot tub. It's all so funny, watching the girls practicing ballet while dressed
in itty bitty bikini suits. Girls only show bare arms when dressed in the typical ballet costume. Even ballet girl's legs are covered by silky
stockings more often than they are bare during a performance.

"How about a competition," Randy says as he comes within ten feet of his sister.

"What do you have in mind," asks Mandy.

"Let's find out which of you can stretch the most. The loser has to wear the swimsuit home and can't change until agreed by the group."

Mandy immediately agreed to the proposed challenge, as she must figure on winning easily. "I've been doing dance class for two years. I'm
sure I can win this thing."

Amazingly, Anaya is not fearful of a competition on stretching. "I've been doing yoga all my life. Bring it on."

For Randy and his fellow classmate, even watching the two girls warm up for the competition is something nice to see. The two girls
use the handrail in front of the large mirror. Each places a foot up onto the rail, then leans over to grab the foot. With one leg lifted like
that, the boys get a view of stretched out legs that is rare to see in bikini clad girls. The girls can face toward the boys or toward the wall,
as it doesn't matter either way. The full-length mirror shows everything.

Mandy goes first, and she does her best high leg straight up pose. It is like an around the clock leg spin. She seems convinced this simple
position will be good enough to win.

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/_0CEpZOcqH4

Next it is Anaya's turn. She goes into a series of sit down and stand up positions, each one more intricate and stretchy. She even throws in some
artistry dance steps in between stretch poses.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntn-y6DTb08

Everyone's jaw dropped nearly to the floor, even Mandy's. Both boys had big eyes the whole time, as the small swimsuit isn't exactly designed
to cover the essential body parts while the body is twisting and turning in such a fashion. Anaya doesn't have breasts as large as Mandy,
but what she has jiggled and hung down nicely when the Indian girl leaned forward or arched her back into a contortion.

"You want to try to beat that?" says a very proud Anaya, who is slightly out of breath, her apple sized boobs rising up and down.

"Ahhh, I guess not. You are the winner of this. I guess I'm stuck in this bikini until those boys let me change tonight."

The two boys clap and show their appreciation for Anaya's performance. They give Anaya high fives and hugs. Randy wishes he could do
something to hide the hardon that popped up in the swimsuit, something difficult to do in a small Speedo. Glancing over, Randy can see his
friend is in a similar situation. The other swimsuit may be baggy and long, but there is a definite poking out at the crotch which Dalton is trying
to hide with a hand.

"Now for the boys to compete in something," Mandy turns the attention to the two young males in the dance room. "I want to see which of
them can do better ballet moves. I want to see high kicks and pirouette...and some jumps."

"Yes. That is a great idea," Anaya seconds the proposition.

Randy looks at his friend, and he shrugs his shoulders. "I know we'll look stupid. But I'll give it a try."

"Hold on...just wait a minute. I got something in my bag I want to get out first." Mandy rushes over to what looks like a gym bag. She opens
it up, moves some stuff around inside. Then Mandy pulls out two women's one-piece swimsuits.

"What the hell are you doing with those?" Randy asks.

"Where did you get those?" says Anaya.

"I went to the lost and found. People are always leaving things in the locker room. Mom told me I could browse through the stuff and keep
whatever I liked. Well, I saw these swimsuits, some bikini types and one-pieces. My brother and his friend have to do their ballet competition
while wearing these girl's swimsuits."

Randy and Dalton no longer have happy faces. Mandy tosses each one a women's one-piece suit. The boys hold the suits out like they
are infected with something.

Mandy takes control, "Run off to the boy's room and change into these outfits. I'll get the music set up for you guys. I think some selections from
the "Nutcracker Suite" will do nicely. Don't you think so, Anaya?"

[TeenFan]

Randy and Mandy
Chapter 4. Friendly Competition, Part Two


The boys are in the boy's room, putting on their "Costume" for the ballet competition. Each swimsuit was chosen by Mandy, originally with the intent of being worn by Mandy. The suits are for a girl who is Mandy's size and body type. Randy quickly slipped out of his Speedo, but for
a moment he just stood there looking at Dalton. Dalton kept staring at the swimsuit in his hands as if it were the peeled skin off of a
large species of snake. It appears one of them is considering chickening out.

Randy is two inches taller than his twin sister. At age twelve both were exactly the same height. Two years later the brother is two inches
taller and will likely continue to outgrow his sister over the next few years.

Finally, Dalton takes off his trunks. Dalton is three inches taller than Randy, and that makes the mop top red head five inches taller than Mandy. The swimsuit is going to get stretched in ways never intended, and that fact is dawning on Dalton's awareness, and he's not pleased with it.

Randy gets his first look at Dalton naked. His friend's body is taller, leaner, with long gangly arms and legs. Dalton needs to put on some
pounds to fill out his almost scrawny frame. And the parts down in the nether region...when Randy saw them he shook his head and nearly
laughed out loud.

Dalton's penis is long and skinny just like his body. Snakelike would be a good word for it. Not only that, but Dalton's balls also hang down low. There must be two inches of thin stretched out scrotum skin between the attachment at the crotch and the testicles. If he wanted to, Dalton
could swing his balls round and round in a similar way to a penis helicopter.

Randy got into the girl's one-piece and looked at himself in the mirror. Other than a higher rise than usual, the exposure of the legs is not
much different than when wearing the Speedo. The part covering the crotch was another matter. Randy looked at the protrusion sticking
out and all he could do is laugh inside at himself.

"I'm glad I shave where my legs come together. I never want any dark hairs sticking out from the leg band of my Speedo...so I make sure
I am smooth on the lower hips. I don't trim the pubes at the front...just keep em from spreading out too much."

Dalton didn't have to worry about pubic hairs sticking out in the wrong places. The much taller fourteen year old only has a small patch of
reddish brown hairs snuggled close to the top part of the base. Randy was amazed how anyone with a long schlong and dangling balls could
be almost bald down there.

Hair turned out to be the least of his worries, as Dalton squeezed his tall frame into the swimsuit, pulling the shoulder straps up, and raising
himself up to full height...it became obvious that longer and looser boy parts will be a problem. With the suit stretched across a body six inches taller than it is designed for, the material became thin. Dalton's pale face turned red when he saw there is no hiding the exact length of the
penis. The balls are pressed flat and have become spread out, each testicle looking like an elongated stone.

"There's no way I can go out there like this," Dalton says, shaking his head back and forth.

"There's no getting out of it. We go in there and do our stupid little dance moves or they will come in here after us. You don't want to get
Mandy pissed off at you."

Wearing the girl swimsuits, carrying their boy suits in their hands, Randy and his nervous friend exit the bathroom. Randy had noticed a time
or two, without saying anything about it, how much movement there was in Dalton's school provided shorts during PE. There was enough
bulging and movement down there that Randy wondered if Dalton stuffed his underwear to appear more manly. During the previousd two
years, Randy had gone to several Ballet performances that his sister was a part of. There were two or three boy dancers prancing around
in tights so tight everyone can see how bulgy they are. There was this one older teenage male lead who had a bulge so big that Randy
said to himself "Can that be real?" Randy asked Mandy about that athletic studmeister of a ballet boy and Mandy said some surprising things.
Mandy said the guy was a total jerk, an asshole, an obnoxious creep who thought so highly of himself he spent more time preening and
looking at himself than any of the girls (and girls are supposed to look at themselves in the mirror constantly). That guy was such an arrogant
narcissist the dance troupe took extreme measures to cut that asshole down to size. It's a great story and maybe Randy might get
his sister to tell the tale, perhaps later on that night during the sleepover. But in the meantime, the two dance contestants have to enter
the dance room and face their audience.

[TeenFan]

Randy and Mandy
Chapter 5. Friendly Competition, Part Three


The stakes of the competition were the same as when the girls did their stretching. The dancer who did worst of the two has to stay in the
girl's one piece swimsuit the rest of the night or until the group decides otherwise. For Mandy, the loser of the girl's round, the cost of losing
is staying in her bikini. It's not normal for a girl to stay in a bikini for hours after swimming, but at least the garment is natural for a girl to
wear. For the loser of the boy's round, the bad dancer will be forced to remain in the girl's one-piece swimsuit.

As the two boys approached, Mandy and Anaya couldn't help but laugh. Randy looks silly in his girly suit, the pattern being of pastel flowers
with bright green palm leaves. Randy is bulging a bit and he knows it, but he seems somewhat comfortable in the outfit and perhaps he's not
worried about losing the competition. Dalton looks distressed, embarrassed already just to be seen in the one-piece, which happens to be a solid
lavender, a very unmasculine color to begin with. Dalton covers his crotch with both hands after tossing his normal swim trunks to the floor.
The tall teen covers up while Randy doesn't.

Randy does his dance first. A selection from the Nutcracker Suite plays and Randy takes to the floor near the mirror. Randy twirls around
several times, lifts his leg up in a near straight line and he leaps forward. Randy has been to several of Mandy's performances, and sat through
a couple rehearsals and practices as well. He paid attention well enough to make the moves almost as good as a first year ballet student can be
expected to do. The pirouette is sloppy, but Randy did get through four spins before falling over.

Next it was Dalton's turn. The tall and slender kid takes a position in front of the girls, and right away he looks nervous. Already the face
is blushing. The two girls can see why Dalton is blushing the moment he pulls the hands away from his groin. The suit is so stretched out
that it fits tightly, and the leg holes are pulled up to the top of the hips. The girls laugh, making them cover their mouths. It's rude to laugh
at a contestant no matter how ridiculous he appears. The bottom of the one-piece girl's swimsuit barely covers anything down there. Dalton's
balls are so visible as if he was wearing normal cotton briefs but was suffering from a frontal wedgie.

Dalton does his best to duplicate what Randy had previously done. Dalton's leg lift is bent and can't reach a high enough angle. His leaps are
short and awkward. When he pirouettes he gets two spins around and trips over his own feet, ends up sprawled out on the floor. The
moment Dalton gets to his feet he knows who isn't winning this dance off.

Randy expected some sort of verbal reaction as soon as Dalton stopped, but for some reason there is a silence. Both Mandy and Anaya are
frozen, open mouthed. They are both looking at something, something down at the middle of Dalton's body. Randy looks to see what is the
cause of the stunned looks on the girl's faces. Dalton is huffing and puffing with hands on his hips. But what is immediately noticeable is
one of Dalton's balls is hanging out the left side of the suit. It's not partially sticking out beyond the leg seam; it's all the way out! Dalton had
gone from hands on hips to covering up his face. He didn't want to see the girls' facial reactions to his horrid ballet moves, and he's unaware
of the reason for their shocked silence.

There is an old saying to tell a guy to check himself out thoroughly in a particular area.

"Hey Dalton," Randy says to his buddy. "XYZPDQ".

XYZPDQ means Examine Your Zipper Pretty Damn Quick. Any guy hearing that will look down to see if his zipper is down instead of up.
Most of the time no real harm is done, since nothing much usually shows when the zipper of one's jeans happens to be down. Normally, the
worst thing that happens is giving others a glimpse of underwear. However, for poor Dalton, looking down to examine himself showed he's got
a nut on the loose.

"Oh Fuck," Dalton says and he pulls the leg seam forward to try to tuck the stray testicle back under cover. With a pull and a yank Dalton
gets his testicle covered...only to have the right testicle pop into view. Dalton overcompensated and pulled the crotch of the suit over
too far. "Fuck! Shit," Dalton has to make a second adjustment. Finally, he gets all tucked in, but on each side of the groin there is a bulging
round mass that sits at the edge of the leg seam. No matter which way the crotch of the swimsuit gets pulled, something is dangerously close to making an appearance, and nothing can be done to hide the length of penis pressed down behind the spandex material.

The barrage of bad words got the girls tongues loose, and they howled like little banshees. Dalton turned even redder, and he covered
up with the hands but the damage was done.

"Who is the winner of the competition?" Randy says, partly to get his sister and Anaya to stop laughing. "Come on...tell us who is the better
dancer."

Mandy and Anaya didn't have to discuss it amongst themselves. Each one came right out saying "Randy is the better ballet dancer."

"Dalton is the loser...so he has to stay in that swimsuit until we say he can change out of it," Mandy makes the official announcement.
Mandy makes the decision even more final as she picks up Dalton's swimming trunks. These trunks get put into Mandy's gym bag.

There is a sudden movement at the entrance to the dance room. Mrs. Mason steps through the double door. Randy and Mandy's mom must be
close to finishing up with the job of shutting down the Fitness Center. Surprisingly, Mrs. Mason is wearing a sports bra and spandex shorts.

"Wow...Mrs. Mason...you look fit and hot." Anaya does a great job heaping compliments onto her friend's mother, which is a move that
always pays off.

"I wanted to get in some time in the hot tub before we...what in the world is going on here?"

Randy and Mandy's mom listened intently to how the whole competition thing went. She laughed as she got touchy feely with both boys.
Mrs. Mason poked and pulled on the women's suits, laughing at how each boy looked.

"Pull your hands away, Dalton. I am sorry...but I have to see how it looks...Oh dear, you're just about falling out there, ha ha. Oh Dear."

Mandy tells all, "He did have something fall out. You going to make us break the rules of the game? You going to tell him to get dressed?"

For the longest time Mrs. Mason didn't say anything. The mom looked from face to face, her own face inscrutable.

"Please Mrs. Mason. Please let me get back into my swim trunks." Dalton pleads and begs. "This thing don't fit me too good."

Mrs. Mason slowly shakes her head. "I'm sorry Dalton. You guys made a bet and the losers have to live with it. Now you guys gather up all
your things and park them next to the hot tub. We can do some more swimming and tubbing for half an hour. Then we hit the showers
and go home."

For half an hour the four kids and the mom sat in the hot tub or jumped about in the swimming pool. Dalton chose to sit in the tub the whole
time. The showering next had a twist thrown in. Mrs. Mason didn't want to have both locker rooms used, since she already cleaned them
up. She has the whole group use the showers in the boy's locker room. The boy's locker has no shower partitions of course, and the five
of them all get to rinse off within close proximity to each other. Randy's mom brings out a shampoo bottle, and everyone has to do their
hair. This forces Dalton to temporarily keep his hands up at his head when he's been covering the crotch the whole time. Randy didn't abandon
his buddy completely, doing the hot tub and showers while wearing the girl's one-piece. Randy didn't have anything popping out so it was no
big deal to him.

The fun time over, everyone dries off after the shower. Randy slips into a bathroom stall to change from the girl's swimsuit to his regular
clothes. Anaya did the same, but for two people there was no changing. Mandy remains in the bikini while Dalton stays in the girl's swimsuit.

It was 10:30 when the group got to Randy and Mandy's house. With no school the next day Sunday, bedtime is hours away.

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Chapter 6. Getting Late on a Saturday Night


"Don't you think Randy and Mandy have the coolest mom?"

The question from Anaya was directed at Dalton. They sat at the kitchen table, the two guests and Randy. Mandy was at the kitchen counter
helping her mom put the dessert together. Banana splits are the special for the evening.

Dalton agrees with Anaya, "Yeah...she's not like other moms. She works out, looks like an Amazon warrior, and she runs a fitness center. My
mom answers phones for a department store."

"They are always doing fun things over here. Mandy told me she and her brother went skinnydipping when they went to Jamaica. Their mom had
no problem with it." Anaya looks right at Randy.

Randy didn't show any embarrassment, "Mandy kept her bottoms on. She and our aunt stripped off my Speedo. That was so unfair."

Mandy comes over to the table. She has two things to present to Anaya, placing the two items down in front of her, a serrated edged knife
and a banana.

"You are going to be a doctor, right? Show us how to do a circumcision. Mom had Randy snipped when we were real young. Mom says it's
sometimes done later...after a guy has grown up."

Anaya picks up the banana. The fruit is perfectly ripe and yellow and must have been the largest of the bunch, at least seven inches
long. "Isn't this bigger than a penis would be?" Anaya stares at the slightly curved fruit.

"If the guy has an erection, it could be that size," Mandy holds her hands apart the represent a size. "Porn stars have big ones. Uh...that is
what I was told by a classmate. I never saw no porn for real." Mandy glances over at her mom.

"The procedure isn't done while there is an erection." Mrs. Mason comes over to the table to join in observing as Anaya picks up the knife.

Anaya begins sawing on the banana peel, the blade placed a third of the way down from the top of the banana, the stem end. Both Randy and
Dalton look queasy, grimacing. The amateur doctor saws a slit all the way around the long fruit. Grabbing the stem, Anaya gives it a pull. The
peel pulls off the cut end of the banana, but the top section remains inside the peel. The banana is broken.

"Ouch...you yanked his head off," Randy says as he grasps his crotch. "I hope you have malpractice insurance."

Everyone at the table has a good laugh. Then Mandy turns to one of her guests. "Hey Dalton, are you circumcised?"

Randy's mouth drops open. Anaya inhales a gasp. Mrs. Mason snorts a laugh. Dalton turns more pale. Mandy waits for a reply.

"That's not an appropriate question to ask Dalton. That information is too personal. But one can use powers of observation. Dalton, would you
please stand up."

Dalton rises to his feet. If anyone else made the request he probably would sit there or stick out his tongue. But the request came from
the mom of the house, and young teens better have a good reason to ask questions such as 'WHY?' Everyone gets another close look at the
tall and slender fourteen year old in a women's swimsuit designed for a girl half a foot shorter. The stretched out material, lavender in color,
does little to obscure the physical dimensions of Dalton's genitals. The two testicles are splayed out near the leg seams, the shaft of the penis
sticking upward from in between the round mounds, pointing partly upward and partly toward the right hip.

Mrs. Mason leans in closer, "I see clearly the ridges of the glans. The boy is snipped. The question didn't have to be asked. If Dalton had a
foreskin there would be no telltale ridges. Asking if he's circumcised would only embarrass him."

Looking thoroughly embarrassed, Dalton sits back down. His pale face turning pinkish.

The cut banana is taken by Mrs. Mason back to the kitchen counter. She returns a minute later with the first bowls of banana split.

After the desserts are eaten, the group moves to the living room to watch a movie. The birthday party for the twins had a Harry Potter theme.
This theme continues as a Harry Potter movie is turned on, the one where Harry gets naked in the abandoned girl's bathroom. The two girls
squeal and both boys groan when the dead Moaning Mertle snuggles up against the wizard boy in the bath.

"Eww...I didn't catch it the first couple times I watched this. Harry Potter has nipple hairs." Anaya looks amazed to see a small detail she
previously missed.

"I've seen a nude photo of Daniel Radcliffe, when he was doing a stage play where he got naked in front of the audience. He has a lot of hair...
on the tummy, on the chest. I don't mind that. I don't like hairy legs and butt." Randy and Mandy's mom is full of surprises, and her two
twins giggle at hearing mom talk so casually about men's body hair.

When the movie finished, Mrs. Mason excused herself to go off to bed. "Don't stay up too late," she said in a way more sarcastic
than authoritative. "You guys can all sleep in here if you want to. Take the mattresses off the beds and place them together down on
the floor in front of the tv. Have a good night...just keep the noise down...or I'll have to get my spanking tools out."

Dalton helps to get the mattress from Randy's room, and Anaya helps with the one from Mandy's bedroom. Second trips are made to grab
sheets and light blankets. A third trip grabs gym bags and OverNite bags. Once everything is in place it is time for bed, but nobody is ready
to sleep.

"What should we do? I don't want to watch another movie," Anaya says after everyone sat down on the doubled up side by side beds.

Dalton looks a little uncomfortable, and with a fresh dose of humility as he (and everyone else) looked down to notice one of his nuts had
gotten loose from the swimsuit leg seam again.

"You got a video game console hooked up to this tv?" asks Dalton, trying to divert attention from himself.

"We could put on a video from our vacation in Jamaica," Randy gets up to walk toward the entertainment center the tv fits into.

"Oh no...not that. I have another idea," Mandy interrupts the previously stated plan of action. "Let's get back to some more Harry Potter,
but something a little more real...and personal."

"Okay Mandy, what do you have going on in that crazy for Coco Puffs head of yours," Randy turns around to retrace his steps.

"It's another competition. The Wizard with the biggest wand gets to cast a spell on the witch of his choosing."

Randy is intrigued by the suggestion, and quickly he asks his sister for more details on how this is to be done.

"It's to be done while the Wizards are without their cloaks...or anything else for that matter."

Again, it is agreed to by Randy, but it required some convincing to get Dalton to work through the natural inclination to decline. Randy pulls
his buddy aside for a private chat.

"If you win you can make one of the girls do anything you want. Think of it as a spell of obedience and loyalty."

"Oh, I don't know."

"They've already seen your balls. It's only a little more to show them."

"Don't say little. This isn't a small matter."

"You can make a Witch get naked. Please pick Anaya if you win."

The silence at least shows Dalton is considering it. Randy is about ready to help the girls by wrestling Dalton to the floor, then helping to get
his buddy stripped of the swimsuit.

"You've been wanting to get that one-piece off. After this you might be able to put your regular nighttime clothes on."

That did the trick. "Damn right I want this thing off of me." Dalton tugs at the crotch to keep things in place and never mind he just agreed
to taking the whole swimsuit off to show his magic wand to two girls his age.

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Randy and Mandy
Chapter 7. The Winning Wizard Weenie Is...


Dalton finally agreed to do the Wizard Wand competition. He's the tallest of the four kids by far, but he looked the most scared
and meek as a mouse. His orange hair stays the same color all the time, but Dalton's face shifts constantly between paranoid Pale and pretty
in pink.

"Where do I take this thing off?" Dalton asks, as he tugs at the chest part of the one-piece swimsuit. That is the only part of him that doesn't
feel squeezed since boys don't have boobs, well...not skinny ones like Dalton.

"We take them off here," Randy says in a cool and calm voice. "They are going to see us no matter what, so what difference does it make
where we do this. If it helps we'll turn around while stripping down."

Randy stepped over to face the wall. Without a backward glance, the t-shirt and shorts are removed. Dalton stands near him, but waits
for one more move from Randy, and in the next swift motion Randy bends over to bring down some fashionable briefs of the Hanes brand. Some
clapping and cheering erupts from behind the two boys.

"That is one cute butt, but we need to see another," Mandy compliments and demands simultaneously.

"You got no choice. Swimsuit off or I'll help the girls strip you." Randy tells his friend. "We're in this together."

Dalton slips out of the upper part of the swimsuit. He pulls the suit down to his hips, and he pauses. It's still difficult for Dalton to get
down to showing anything essential. "I never did this before," he says in a whisper.

"There's a first time for everything."

With a shove the girl's swimsuit is puddled up at the ankles. Dalton steps out of them, hands going to his groin. There is a motion right
behind the two boys as Mandy and Anaya swoop in to gather up the discarded garments.

"Hey there. Why are you taking those?" Dalton yells.

"You ain't gonna need these silly boy," Anaya teases. "Damn...that is the whitest ass I ever saw. Don't you ever go out in the sunlight?"

"If you are going to make fun of me...I'm not going to do this." Dalton probably means what he says. "My dad is Irish and my mom is from
Finland. It's too damn cold to go swimming in Finland. Nobody has a skin tone like Anaya over there."

"You're right...no more jokes. However, there is one more detail I forgot to mention," Mandy's words are both apologetic and then promising
of something...something NOT good. "There is a winner of this competition, the one who gets to put a spell onto one of us witches. But
for the loser there is a price to pay. The loser loses his clothing. Sorry, but one of you won't get anything to wear until tomorrow."

Randy starts to laugh. Dalton almost turns around he is so surprised. Randy then turns around, and is the first one present his full frontside
to Mandy and Anaya.

"Sweet. Your brother is nice. And you've seen Randy naked before?"

"Yep, lots of times."

Like a brave soldier, Randy stands at attention. His body is on display and he's partially erected. Dalton still displays only the backside toward
the girls. Randy turns his body as he gives a swat to the exposed and very white butt. That got Dalton moving.

Dalton turns around and uncovers his crotch. Unlike the half erection sticking out from Randy groin, Dalton is limp as a wet rag. However,
his long penis, combined with the low hanging testicles, does give the give the audience something interesting to look at.

"Dalton can't have a limp dickie," Mandy says, and she approaches. "You both have to show us how big your wand gets. I read that Harry
Potter's wand is eleven inches long. Hey Anaya, do you think one of our naked wizards here has an eleven incher?"

"Hmmm...Dalton's dick is long and skinny like a piece of wood. Maybe it grows and grows. Look at that. Randy's is already growing."

"I have the ruler here," Mandy pulls a 12 inch wooden school ruler from behind her back. She must have had it in her hands for some time
since there is no place to hide a ruler within her bikini.

The whole series of actions and reactions focuses on that ruler. Mandy touches the tip of it to the underside of her brother's penis. Mandy
touches and lifts...and the penis responds. The ruler lifts up, then is used to push down. In a short while Randy displays a fully erected
wand for measuring. The ruler is handed to Anaya.

"Get a measurement. How big is my brother. Remember, in Harry Potter they use the secret platform at the train station. Who remembers
the secret passage number at the station?"

Anaya can't recall what it is. Randy is the one to blurt out the answer, "It's Nine and Three-Quarters."

"That is correct. Ten points to Gryffindor. Now maybe one of our wizards can measure Nine and Three-Quarters...maybe"

Randy giggles as Anaya uses her left hand to take hold of the hardon. Anaya pulls down to straighten it forward to place the wooden ruler
next to it. Both girls lean down to get a look at where the tip of the dick reaches.

"Looks like 6.5 inches to me," Anaya announces.

"No...that can't be said that way. It must be like a platform number at the train station...Six and Two-Quarters. That is what we have here.
Congrats to our wizard. Randy is above average. Well done sir."

"Maybe Dalton can do much better." Anaya moves to stand in front of the taller teen. She copies the technique of touching the ruler to
the limp wand. As if from magic, Dalton's dick twitches. The touch of the wood causes a shiver to run through the whole body, and
both girls are amazed when the dropping testicles suddenly rise up as the skin tightens. Goosey bumps form all over Dalton's, mainly
the arms and legs. The color of his face was pale when he turned around and dropped his hands, but the moment the ruler touched his
limp dick the face changed color once again. Maybe Dalton's genetics included some chameleon.

Dalton's dick twitched and jerked, but it only rose up a little bit. The ruler method wasn't getting the job done. Mandy steps in to try
something else.

"We have to try tugging on it with our hands," Mandy takes hold of the mostly soft penis. She pulls on it, and it looks impressive for a limp
dick that is only partially erected. Mandy squeezes with the fingers. She grips harder and pulls on it. Dalton keeps his eyes closed during most
of this manipulation.

Suddenly it goes from soft to hard. But something bizarre happens. Dalton's dick, which looked loaded with possibility when soft sticks up
without having gotten huge. The penis sticks up at a high angle, but it remains slender looking and nowhere near as big as Randy's wand.

"Why did it stop growing?" Anaya asks as she kneels down to inspect. "I thought it would do better. It was about four inches when soft. Aren't
they supposed to get a lot bigger when they are that long soft?"

"I'll measure this one," Mandy takes the ruler and she places it next to the throbbing upward pointing stick like dick. "Wow...I am surprised.
The ruler says this one is Five and Three-Quarters. Dalton is so tall. I thought he'd be bigger."

The two witches learned a hard lesson that night. Some wizards are growers, and some are only showers. The one thing nobody is considering,
Dalton has very little pubic hair. What he has is very orange and very curly, but there isn't a lot of it. Perhaps the magic powers of puberty
haven't fully kicked in.

"Looks like Dalton is the loser. He is cursed with clothing allergy. Only the light of the...the NOON DAY sun can cure this allergy. Dalton's
clothes, and swimsuits will stay in my gym bag." Mandy takes the clothes and swimsuit to stuff them into the bag, zips it up and looks up
with a wicked grin.

"And that makes Randy the Wizzard with the best weenie, I mean wand." Anaya is so happy she actually gives Randy a hug. His sticking out
wand pokes her in the shorts. Anaya looks down and she can't help but giggle at the sight of a large penis on a fourteen year old pressing against her lower abdomen.

"You can't get dressed until after you do your spell. You have to use your magic wand. It has to be hard...and you must wave it around in
circles."

Randy rolls his eyes. "Really?...You keep adding to the role playing. Stop adding more tasks. Sheesh. Now I have to wave my dick, I mean my
wand around. Oh great. I bet Dumbledore never did the wand waving with his wiener."

Anaya laughs and jumps up and down. "Oooh, what a sight that would be. Draco Malfoy waving his big bad wand. Taking it in his hand and
sticking it to someone. Draco was tall and skinny. Maybe he has one that grows to Nine and Three-Quarters."

"This really sucks the big one," Dalton is none too happy about how this is going down at Hogwarts Castle. "You can't make me stay naked
the whole time."

"Oh yes they can...and I'll help them if needed. So don't try anything you'll regret." Randy puts his buddy in his place, sounding tough
and strong and authoritative even though he's standing in a living room with his dick out. "And as the winner of this competition I get to
use my magic wand to put a spell onto somebody. Hmmm...now what should I do."