Dare Me (new 7/29)

[fuwafuwataimu]

What incredible fortitude. Lucy is becoming an almost heroic figure now - I hope Mikey rewards her handsomely for being such a good girl!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I'm sorry I missed commenting on a few chapters, but I've been reading along.

[perseus]

Wow! This chapter was incredibly hot! Lucy's self control amazing! A lesser girl would have broken for sure by now. This wonderfully written chapter painted such a vivid picture as well!

Can't wait for the next part!

[neverdoubted]

coming right up

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 16 - Wait, What Happened at Camp? (Part 19)

The final morning of junior cheer camp broke bright and early. With no walls to block the sunrise and no blankets to pull over their heads, the sleepy lambs could not avoid the harsh light disrupting their slumber.

Just as Rooster had predicted, being packed closely together had kept everyone warm and toasty throughout the night despite their lack of pajamas. But as girls untangled and extracted their bare bodies from the tantalizing pile of female flesh, they lost the benefit of shared body heat.

The fertile performance, pursued under cover of night, had taken a toll on their young bodies and many suffered aches in muscle groups they didn't formerly know existed. They engaged their limbs in various stretches to also work out the soreness of sleeping on the ground in a big pile. Several approached Lucy to inquire about the possibility of another round of aftershave. But, alas, her bottle was completely empty. With morning's arrival, their collective orgasmic bacchanalia was fading into just a fond memory.

Milling about the yard, the naked girls found rays of sunshine slanting over the eastern horizon in which to congregate. The soft turf, heavy with morning dew, made their feet cold, but an early fog was already starting to burn off. The day would be a nice one as soon as the late summer sun got around to doing its job.

Tired of living as livestock and ready to get back to being regular, teenage girls, they wrestled with the metal rings running through their ears. But they found removing them impossible without Rooster's tool. Gabi and the other girls without pierced ears, yanked on their tag until the band around their arm snapped. Finally freed of the damned thing, you would think they would cast it to the ground in disgust. But strangely, they held onto it and carried it around the yard. They must have realized, if they discarded that tag, what did that make them? They would merely be naked girls locked in a cage! Better to stick with the herd and remain a cute, sheared sheep a little longer!

Coach Easterling had left the schedule for the final half day of camp relatively light. Team pictures were supposed to be the big activity along with a small ceremony to hand out the awards. The bus home was scheduled for noon.

Activity picked up once Rooster arrived with breakfast. It was a simple, but adequate affair of fruit, oatmeal, and muffins. After lining up his pretty, naked flock one last time to remove their ID tags, he supplied some laundry baskets and sent a small crew to retrieve their clothes.

The rest he showed to the outdoor shower area since the indoor facilities were still off limits. Eager to rinse the lingering powder from their hair, they all shook out their braids and took turns showering, happy to finally scrub off the last of the fading orange paint from their bottoms.

He gathered up all the personal belongings they had left inside to be disinfected and laid it out on the lawn along with their suitcases. At Coach Easterling's insistence, he even begrudgingly brought out a mirror so they could have a way to fix their hair and makeup for the pictures. When the laundry crew triumphantly returned, the girls reacted with squeals of delight at being reunited with their clothes.

Lucy stood by jealously while the other cheerleaders crowded around the basket of underwear and eagerly located their bras and panties. Painting on a strained smile, she forced herself to be happy for her teammates. She enthusiastically helped them pick out the perfect outfits for picture day even though she had no clothes to change into herself and was forced to remain as naked as a sheep. She even helped many of them fix their hair.

Like typical teenage girls, it took them half the morning to get their hair and makeup perfect for the team pictures. Gradually, they gathered around the makeshift photography studio, starstruck by the glamorous arrangement. Overlapping panels of rich, deep red colored carpet made up the "floor" of the studio.

Rooster asked some of the girls to take turns in front of the camera so he could calibrate it for different skin tones. Every time he clicked a button, the big, mounted umbrellas, which were actually portable, diffuse lighting rigs, would flash just like a movie premier and girls standing around would giggle with delight.

Meanwhile, Coach Easterling was huddling with the captains to discuss Lucy. She had accommodated my sister's "disability" all weekend but drew the line at this. She planned to use a few pictures for entry into the school yearbook and couldn't possibly submit a team photo if one of the cheerleaders in it was totally naked!

"I don't see any other way around it," she whispered, "Lucy will just have to sit out of the team pictures."

When Hanna, who was pretty good at eavesdropping, heard that, she blurted out a warning that drew the attention of nearby girls.

"You're gonna leave Lucy out of the picture?!" she yelled.

A mini protest broke out as the other girls heard about the conspiracy to exclude Lucy. Her heroic efforts had rescued them from infestation, and she had sacrificed her entire supply of aftershave to ensure high team morale overnight. Lucy was just as integral to the team as anyone else. And they weren't about to stand for such an injustice.

In the middle of the commotion, Coach Easterling tried to broker a compromise. But the girls were too riled up and couldn't be reasoned with.

Finally, she offered, "if you can think of a better idea, be my guest. But until then, we need to get started."

"FINE!" Hanna stomped her foot angrily, "if you're going to leave her out of the picture just because she isn't matching everyone else, then.....then…then you'll have to leave me out too!"

Hanna peeled off her shirt and continued shedding her clothes until she was only wearing her shoes and socks like Lucy. Alice was only seconds behind them in taking her clothes off. The three naked sevies stood defiantly in front of the whole team. They hoped to convince their coach to cave. But if not, at least they would face the consequences together. The showdown took an unexpected turn when Tiffany, apparently impressed by Hanna's brave little act of protest, decided to join in.

"You'll have to leave me out, too," she called, as she wrestled her clothes off. Pretty soon, articles of clothing and underwear were flying all over the place as every girl followed the lead of their head captain and stripped naked in a show of unity with Lucy. You wouldn't expect a group of growing teenage girls to be so enthusiastic and comfortable about shedding all their clothes without hesitation. But that's only if you don't factor in all the forced intimacy that had been crammed into the past twenty-four hours of their lives.

"Hey, I have an idea," someone called out from the middle of the group. "We can do one team picture for Lucy first. And then we can do the one for Coach after."

The cheerleaders started an impromptu chant, "one for Lucy, one for Coach...one for Lucy, one for Coach...” Cheerleaders can’t resist a good chant!

When Coach Easterling caved, a cheer erupted from the squad. While Rooster looked on, they performed final adjustments to their hair and makeup. Only then, when they went to check on their clothes and realized they were only wearing their socks and shoes, did it dawn on the naked cheerleaders what they had just agreed to. But it was too late to back out now. Nervously bending over to make sure the ruffles of their socks were just right and that their shoelaces were tied tightly, they lined up for their turn in front of the camera.

It wasn't just one picture, either. Coach Easterling had requested various poses and groupings to round out the shoot, like girls grouped by grade and a few of just the captains together, as well as solo portraits. Lucy was beaming when it came time for just the sevies. Her heart was so full by the solidarity Hanna and Alice had shown her and she couldn't be prouder of her friends. At the end, when it was time for the whole team to line up together, Coach Easterling tried to step into the edge of the picture like she was supposed to. But the girls wouldn’t let her until she had taken all her clothes off like them!

As they were getting dressed again and preparing for the round of "official" pictures, an ingenious idea came to Crystal.

"Hey Coach, why don't we just have Lucy hold up a team banner?"

Coach Easterling was dumfounded why she hadn't thought of that to begin with. It would be an honor to stand front and center and get to hold up a banner with the name of the school and the year on it. What's more, it would allow Lucy to participate in the group photo while also hiding her bare body from the camera!

The only small problem with that idea was that they didn't, technically, have a banner. But that was easily remedied. She sent Crystal to the supply pile to retrieve one of the pads of easel paper that they had used for the drawing contest.

Crystal came running up, excited and out of breath. Coach Easterling put her own exceptional calligraphy skills to work, writing out and filling in a legible banner that would show up well enough in a photograph. While she worked, several girls stood around and appraised the artistic drawing of the well-endowed, naked soldier boy that had made it through the fogging procedure unscathed. Some made naughty comments like, "he sure knows how to salute!" and "where was he last night when I needed him?"

As she was studying his face, one of the eighth graders had an epiphany. "Hey, you know who he kinda looks like? Mike Jenkins....wait a minute. Lucy, what did you say your last name was?"

You should have guessed by now who the soldier was. After all, it's not like Lucy has a bunch of images of naked boys catalogued in her brain to choose from. Working automatically, she had expertly transferred the only image her brain could conjure onto the canvas. Every, last, intricate detail was vividly and accurately portrayed.

When she confirmed her last name and that I was her older brother, an argument broke out. Most girls didn't even know who I was. The rest were unwilling to believe an unassuming, relatively unknown boy in their school could be sporting such a package without anyone knowing about it.

One girl even claimed to have insider information! "It's a fake," she swore, confidently, "trust me, Mike Jenkins has nothing more than a tiny worm between his legs!"

As any insecure teenager would be, I was furious to learn my private anatomy had become a topic of debate among the junior high cheer team. Lucy tried to apologize profusely when she told me what she had done. I swore I would never forgive her for using me as a nude model, but eventually, I did come to accept what a difficult position she had been in and decided to cut her some slack.

The debate was suspended when it was time to resume the pictures. Lucy was not excluded because she had a banner to stand behind and cover herself. She held up the rectangular pad of easel paper upon which Coach Easterling had written the school's name and the year and smiled perkily.

Since the pad only covered from the top of her breasts down to just below her crotch, she definitely stood out as the only girl in the picture with bare shoulders and legs. But the paper did cover just enough of her body that you couldn’t tell definitively if she was naked underneath it or not. Anyone who didn't know better might conclude that she was just wearing a tube top and incredibly skimpy shorts.

After packing up their suitcases, there was only one activity remaining before the bus arrived to bring them home. Coach Easterling gathered the girls and had them cast their votes for the cheer camp Team Spirit Award. Lucy wished she could vote for both Hanna and Alice for their incredible resiliency in the face of so much embarrassment. But she could only vote for one, so she picked Hanna.

"Before I announce the results of the vote, I want to thank all of you for keeping your spirits up and encouraging each other all weekend, even when things didn't always go our way. You all contributed to making this year's cheer camp a success and one to remember! But there was one young lady who went above and beyond to exhibit every quality for which I was looking. This year's winner of the Coach's Award is.......Lucy Jenkins!"

Screams and applause erupted from the group as my sister came forward with tears welling in her eyes to receive the prize. Coach Easterling placed the ribbon around her neck and shook her hand as the glittering medallion settled between her bare breasts. Lucy took a step back toward her spot when Coach grabbed her by the shoulder.

"It is my honor to announce the winner of the Team Spirit award, by a unanimous vote excluding her own, is also Lucy Jenkins!"

As Coach Easterling hung the second medallion around Lucy's neck, her whole squad surged forward, crowding in to give her hugs and congratulations. They all agreed the prize couldn't have gone to a more deserving member and Lucy finally felt like she was part of the team.

The very last tradition of camp every year is also one of the most important. It’s where the captains pick their "little sisters" for the year. Captains spend extra time teaching their little sisters how to run the team what it means to be a leader. Being chosen is a great honor, and a little sister, usually one of the eighth graders, will often go on to be a captain the following year.

Crystal chose Cindy to be her little sister. They were cut from the same cloth. It wouldn't be long before Crystal, who loved to flaunt her flawless body whenever she wore her cheer uniform to school, had taught Cindy everything she knew about teasing boys.

Kerri went next and chose Miranda. That was no real surprise, either. Miranda was destined to be a captain someday.

But Tiffany surprised everybody with her pick. The only rule for a little sister was that she had to be in a lower grade and could not be a fellow freshman. While it was exceedingly rare for a freshman to pick a sevie as her "little", it was allowed. But Tiffany had seen enough to make up her mind about Lucy. The weird girl who showed up to camp without any clothes on had surprised them all. She saw something in my sister and did not hesitate to choose her. When she made her announcement, everyone screamed again for Lucy while she gave Lucy a warm hug of acceptance.

Just then, a bus horn sounded signaling the end of camp. Lucy had a very different return trip than the one she had experienced going to Westfield in the rain. Tiffany insisted Lucy sit beside her on the bus and she was surrounded by supportive teammates who kept complimenting her and asking to look at her medals.

I was waiting in the school parking lot when the bus arrived. I didn't know what to expect. Had Lucy been able to survive camp without breaking her dare? Or had I given her too difficult a task? A small part of me feared I would see my sister carried off the bus in a straitjacket having lost her mind and gone insane from the immense pressure. But I only had to remind myself how many other stressful and humiliating experiences she had endured in her young life and how badly she needed her dares. Never bet against Lucy.

I waited outside Mr. Beski's Buick and watched the hottest girls in my school exit the bus in ones and twos. They circled around to retrieve their suitcases from the back before running to hug their mothers who were similarly loitering outside their cars. A few girls, when they noticed me standing there, did a double-take. They rushed to their friends and started talking in excited voices and pointing at me for reasons I didn't understand.

Lucy was among the last few stragglers to emerge from the bus. Without any luggage to retrieve, she waved goodbye to her new big sister and hugged the other sevies before streaking across the parking lot and jumping in the car. A couple of the remaining mothers, perhaps wondering if their eyes had deceived them, went to find Coach Easterling, and inquire about what appeared to be a naked blur. But I figured she could handle a few angry parents. If pushed, she could always just say, "doctor's orders", hehe.

I got in and started the car moving, looking over curiously at the two medals hanging around her neck. Clearly, some wild things had happened at camp. I couldn't wait to hear her story.

"So, how was it?" I casually asked, as if I were inquiring about a walk around the block on a nice, spring day.

"I wore a trash bag for a little while," she blurted out, "but I took it off as soon as I could! Also, a dress. I had to because everyone was taking turns trying them on in the store. But that's it, I promise! Is my dare over now?"

I risked taking my eyes off the road to look at her. She looked back at me with wild, desperate eyes. I could see the telltale signs of arousal all over her body. Her hips wiggled restlessly against the seatbelt, and she kept squeezing her knees together. Both her hands were at her side, clenched tightly and her nipples were painfully erect. That girl was wound tighter than a drum. She had honored her dare and was now desperate to reward herself with a diamond. She just needed me to sign off on it.

"Not until you tell me what happened at camp," I replied, "start from the beginning. I want to know everything."

Lucy groaned, but her need soon drove her to start talking. She got so engrossed in the story that she didn’t even notice that I was driving around aimlessly while she talked. She proceeded to tell a fantastical story beyond my wildest imagination. Speaking of imagination, mine ran wild with fantasies as she described what erotic mishaps befell those beautiful cheerleaders. In disbelief, I made her go over every salacious detail of their transformation into naked sheep culminating in their spectacular night of shared pleasure under the stars. But as I said at the beginning, a few of the details I had to fill in at a later date.

When we made it home, Lucy could barely make it into the house. There was moisture running down both her legs and she was panting adorably.

"Please, Mikey," she begged, "I can't take it anymore! Is my dare done?"

I looked at the trembling, desperate creature standing in the entryway and had pity on her.

"Ok, Goosey, you did it," I offered.

She sprinted for the stairs, probably intending to retreat to the privacy of her bedroom, but my stern voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Ahem! Aren't you forgetting something?" I called out.

"Oh yeah," she replied with a blush forming on her cheeks, "um...do you want to...watch the first one?"

I nodded silently, stepping up to get a closer look as she was finally permitted to reach between her legs and begin pleasuring herself. She was standing on the first step of the stairs with her feet braced apart and her left hand grasping the railing to keep from falling. She was very skilled and knew exactly what to do with her body. But within seconds, her muscles had failed her, and she had collapsed onto the stairs with urgent whimpers of need. With her legs splayed and her chest heaving, her fingers continued to work furiously to coax that first, spectacular diamond from her glistening loins.

An entire weekend of extreme exposure, sexual tension, and pleasure denied caught up to her all at once and she came with the power of a freight train. With a long, lewd moan, every muscle in her little body flexed and stayed that way for several, shuddering seconds. It was her biggest diamond yet, and well earned. Once she regained control of herself, she opened her eyes and flashed me a happy smile of relief.

Dizzy, but still very much in need, she made her legs carry her up the stairs and into her room. I could tell her session of self-pleasure was far from over. But at least the wild look in her eyes was gone. Her chemical pathways were flowing, and her urge was satisfied, at least for a little while longer. Her PWCS was once again under control thanks to me and to those two magical words.

The End

[Themarble]

Great chapter. I can't wait to see what happens next. It's another arc done, so another arc starts. Are there only two more arcs planned? I can only see two more.

[TeenFan]

This whole saga now stretches across three different years, starting in Oct. of 22.
I'd say this is the ENF version of Homer's "The Odyssey", with nude heroics replacing those of grunting guys wearing armor.

[student]

Wow. Just--wow. Words fail me.

The unexpected team solidarity to be photographed nude--and then someone coming up with a banner so that Lucy Jenkins could appear in the yearbook--pure genius. And this is the last "What Happened at Camp?" chapter.

This chapter also explained the title of the next saga: Big Sister, Little Sister. I'm guessing that the entire cheer squad will want to take a look at Mikey's junk--will Lucy get her revenge? Will Mikey have to shave himself again and take part in cheer squad activities--with the reward that Lucy has given the cheer squad a sample of the power of female nudity and Mikey will get to see the entire squad--including Coach Easterling--in their new cheer uniform? I guess I'll find out in the next several weeks.

[fuwafuwataimu]

What a brilliant end to the arc! I really appreciate that you didn't make the photos turn into a real porn-world type affair where everyone was photographed naked. Keeping the photo session a sort of event which could happen in the real world, albeit unlikely, really helps keep the world of Dare Me believable.

The believability of the world makes a huge difference in how arousing it is. What could the team do with a naked team photo? It would be a huge scandal if discovered! Not to mention illegal. Keeping Lucy's antics in the realm of rumor and hearsay feels much more realistic - and nobody on that camp is going to spill the beans after Lucy's heroic actions!

I wonder what "Big sister, little sister" could be about... Perhaps Lucy's new adopted 'big sister'? I hope Mikey can get a little bit more hands on this time!

[neverdoubted]

Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. To avoid giving anything away, I'm not going to confirm or deny any predictions. I will offer a few hints of what is coming. It's a bit of a roller coaster, so, apologies in advance.

As I've made clear since the very first post, the course of this story is always subject to change and subject to reader interest levels. Over time, chapters have been shuffled, altered, and even scrapped. I'm afraid, with reader interest apparently waning, and to keep the overall story on track, the next two proposed chapters both look to be in jeopardy. "The ghetto carnival" is almost certainly due to be scrapped. While I found the episode entertaining, the plot echoes other events that already happen elsewhere and it just doesn't have enough unique elements to progress the story.

The problem with "big sister, little sister" is that it does not contain a dare. I may decide to spin it off into a separate story (like the Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle and The Lost Swimsuit Saga). But, because it is more explicit and doesn't quite fit within the spirit or theme of this board, it may not be posted here. All that adds up to a perilous state for this story.

Now for some better news. I have every intention of keeping up the same writing pace and have plenty more stories to tell. I've been working on one themed after The Twelve Days of Christmas song. I would be happy to post the prelude to measure and pique interest. There's much more to tell about poor, confused Caroline. Or, I could finally do what I promised a long time ago and get around to finishing Thornwood. I'll leave it up to the readers. If you want me to stay focused and finish Dare Me (the next chapter will likely be "The Lost Year"), that's what I'll do. But there are plenty of other intriguing options.

I welcome all feedback and every suggestion,
~ND

[TeenFan]

I like the idea of a separate "spinoff" story, for "Big Sister, Little Sister"

I've read all kinds of 'explicit' goings on in the stories posted here. I've seen a team of basketball players have to finger a teammates butt to
do a prostate check for a "health class". I've seen a young teenage girl have to lick her brother's spunk off of the concrete floor in a ENF story
posted here. In another story the girl members of a swim team all have to give a bj to a male member of the swim team during naked swim
practice.

I suppose if any writer has doubts about their material, if it would be too harsh or explicit for this site, check with the Administrator in advance.
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As to what to post next, I have two suggestions.
1. If the story is already written, go ahead and post it. It it's part of the ongoing Dare Me series, I think the readers will still want to know all
they can about Lucy and her brother. It's not possible for any story to maintain a constant readership level when the story has been in progress
for over two years.
2. Write what excites you the most right now. If it's the next installment of Dare Me that would be good. If it a new story with a new character
I'd be happy to read it.

Looking foreword to whatever you post next.