10-19-2008, 06:54 PM | #1 |
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Dares At The Reunion [FICTION]
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A bit more than eighteen years ago, three brothers, more importantly their wives, managed to present their parents with three grandchildren. Since that year, more grandchildren were added to the family tree, but never again was there a year where the tree was increased by three. The first newborns, three girls, grew into pre-teens, and began to refer to themselves as the original cousins, finding any and every way to separate themselves from their younger siblings. While they only were able to visit with each other a few times each year, it was soon obvious that they developed a unique bond between them. Every two or three years the brothers, and their families, pick a spot for a week long reunion. All of the reunions have been memoriable; one in particular, the one that occurred the summer following the originals' first year away at university, proved to be the most unforgetable week for the three eldest girls. The folowing is the cronicle of the originals' adventures during that week of family reunion. My dad and his brothers had spent several months organising, planning, designing, and sometimes scheming, to make this year's reunion the best one ever. They found a lake tucked off in the woods, with small cottages scattered round the South shore, and had booked three of the cottages for our summer reunion. Unlike most teens just back from their first year at university, my cousins (Jen and Cindy), and I were very eager to go off with our families for a week. It seemed like it had been forever since we, the original cousins, had spent any time together, and we were looking forward to a week of catching up. Each of the cottages were pretty much the same, a couple of bedrooms with double beds, a fold-out sofa in the main room, and a small kitchen with a table and chairs. Outside, the cottages had a small deck with a picnic table, chairs and (most importantly) a hot tub. Down the lane there was a small park with a basketball court and what looked like a pretty elaborate set of playground equipment. There was also a small pool available to share by all who were renting the cottages; it too was down by the ball court and playground. I had to hand it to dad and my uncles, this was indeed a wonderful spot to get away to. I am an only child, and as such we would have more room in our cottage, so I managed to convince my dad to let Jen and Cindy stay with me; given that we could all share the same bedroom they could hardly argue against it. I was looking forward to what was going to amount to a week long slumber party with my cousins, and they were looking forward to not have to share space with their brothers. Tradition at our past reunions, is to gather each evening for a big pot-luck dinner, and it seems that dinner on the first evening is louder, and filled with more laughter than any other. This time round was no exception and there seemed to be so much more to chat about with the first born of each family having been off to university for the last 9 months or so. After dinner was over, and things were pretty much cleaned up, Cindy and Jen brought their stuff round to our cottage and we settled in; unpacking and going on and on with various stories about our first year away from home. Settled into our room, it was time to head out and explore the area. We could hear the boys, several years younger than us, playing with the canoes down at the water's edge, so we decided to go in the opposite direction and headed for the park. Jen had snatched her brother's basketball and, once we reached the park, we settled in on the ball court. We continued telling university stories as we took turns pretending that we were pretty good ball players (we must have looked pretty silly as we were all wearing skirts, tank tops and flip-flops). I think it was Jen who suggested that we play a game of H-O-R-S-E rather than just shooting the ball with no real purpose. The first game went without much ado and I think that Cindy won; I just remember that I lost. We decided on another, but I suggested that we make it a bit more exciting. I started to reminisce about when we were 14 or 15 how the three of us used to play some kind of dare games up in one of our rooms. We always had a lot of fun, and I suggested that it might be fun to rekindle those games this week. From the smiles on the faces of the other two, I wasn't alone in those thoughts. The shadows were getting long, but there was plenty of light left in the day for us to play. It was decided that we'd play two games and the loser of each would have to remove their panties right in the middle of the court. The loser of the first would be unlucky enough to have to play the second game without, and the one who managed not to lose either would get to keep her panties for the rest of the evening. This was a tame start, but as none of our previous games ever left the house, something like taking one's panties off in the middle of the ball court was a bit of a stretch. Jen had a run of bad luck and lost the first game in near record time. I could see the lots of trepidation in her face as she shot me a look that said "remove my panties, here, now?" Cindy and I prodded her a bit, and after a small amount of fidiging, Jen performed her dare. Jen nervously looked round to see who might be watching, and then quickly reached up under her skirt, pulled down a pair of baby blue string bikini panties, and awkwardly stepped out of them. Her skirt didn't have any pockets, so she stuffed her panties into the waistband of her skirt and we quickly moved onto the next game. When ever it was my turn, I tried to add some kind of jumping to the shot in an attempt to make Jen's skirt fly up as she made the move. She couldn't lose the game, but she did have to play and she was less than comfortable jumpping round in a shortish skirt with nothing on underneath. I had a good time making her squirm. Soon enough, karma came spinning right back at me and I failed to make an easy shot landing me with an all of the letters in H-O-R-S-E, and more importantly to Cindy the loss of the game. Suddenly I could feel my face flush and knew just how Jen had felt after her loss. Unlike when Jen lost, a couple of moms with some toddler aged kids had overtaken the playground, and while the ball court and play equipment were far enough separated that the mom's probably wouldn't realise what I was doing, I knew that we weren't alone; I think Jen was taking some satisfaction in this. My panties were pink that day; lacy things that I like to wear under skirts secretly hoping that someone might get a glimpse of if I'm not careful. Not wanting Cindy or Jen to have to prod me to do my dare, I reached up, and tugged them down. Trying to hurry, so as not to be spotted by the moms on the playground, I nearly tripped as I caught my panties on one of my flip-flops. Tumbling over and flashing at least the other girls would have been very embarassing; I felt very lucky that I managed to catch my balance and remain upright. No sooner had I shoved my panties into the back pocket of my skirt did the floodlights pop on. I guess we hadn't noticed that the ball court was lit, and when we looked over to the far end we saw Jen and Cindy's brothers coming our way. They apparently had figured out that there were lights, and I was now a bit nervous about what exactly they had seen, but since they focused more on giving Jen some grief for stealing the ball, I had to guess that they didn't see much. We turned to go, and as I did so I could feel a bit of air rush up and tickle my nakedness that was now covered only by my skirt; what a rush! We headed in the direction of our cottage and ended up stopping along the way to sit on the small dock that jutted a few meters out into the lake. Hanging out on the dock was Cindy's idea and I think she knew that sitting there could be fairly compromising for Jen and I; it was somewhat difficult to "maintain my dignity" while we sat there. Jen's skirt was a bit longer than mine so I don't think she had as much of a problem as I did. Even if I had been wearing my panties it would have been tough, but I was very much more aware of how short my skirt was being naked underneath. After a bit we deiced to move back to the cottage; fortunately, not a single person had come out on the dock, so it turned out to be less of an issue than Cindy had hoped. It was nearly 11 o'clock, the sun had set long ago, and the long drive, basketball, and other excitement of being reunited with family had hit us originals like a bunch of bricks. When we got back to our cottage we found our parents gathered in the main room sipping on glasses of beer and wine. We made polite conversation for a few minutes, and then headed off to bed. Last edited by Leopard; 01-04-2011 at 02:42 PM. |
10-19-2008, 06:56 PM | #2 |
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The morning dawned bright and sunny; but it was at least 9:00
before the three of us were awake enough to crawl out of bed. Dad and my uncles had gone off for an early round of golf, the boys were either at the dock playing with the canoes or back on the ball court, and our moms were all sitting out on the little bit of beach, enjoying a bit of family gossip. We three spent the day alternately sunning ourselves at the beach and cooling off in the pool. I think we were secretly hoping that there might be some guys our age staying in one of the other cottages and that we'd encounter them at the pool. Sadly, the families staying in the other six cottages had only younger boys; I think one was 15, but as we were almost 19, and most importantly university students, he was way too young to even consider hanging out with. Our families collected for dinner and afterwards we originals split off to go do our own thing. We sat out on the cottage deck for a while, sipping beer that we snuck from the fridge; my parents were over in one of the other cottages, so for now we were alone. While enjoying our illegal brews, we decided that another dare game would be fun. We certainly were much older than than the last time we played dare as kids, and last night's game was more exciting than any previous game because we were outside where there was a bigger risk of getting caught. Again we'd play outside and after some ideas were tossed about, we came up with a twist on our usual games of dare. Tonight we'd play follow the leader. The rules were simple: the leader would do one thing (which she would announce before doing it), and the other's had to do exactly what she had done. Anybody who failed to follow the leader would have to sneak into one of the boy's rooms, steal a pair of their underwear, and wear it for the rest of the night. That wasn't a bad punishment, but it would make us think twice about not following along. The boys had gone over to the ball court and with some of the other boys staying in the other cottages they were engrossed in a game of basketball. After loading my backpack with another beer for each of us, and some soda, we initially parked ourselves on the benches near enough to the court to watch the boys without being close enough to make it look like we were checking out the guys from the other cottages (still no boys our age, cute or otherwise). On the way over, we had played a couple of rounds of rock, paper, scissors, which selected Cindy as the first leader. Quietly she announced: "Follow the leader! I am unbuttoning two buttons on my shirt. If you don't have two buttons on your shirt then you can follow the lead by unbuttoning or unfastining two things on whatever you are wearing." I looked at Jen after we had each done a mental inventory of our clothing, and saw that she was nearly in the same boat as I was. She had a single button on her polo shirt, and I was wearing a fairly snug T-shirt which, as would be expected, had no buttons. My eyes met up with Jen's and without exchanging any words we both knew the other was thinking "bitch!" Cindy had lead off with a zinger, as her top had a button on each sleeve which, while were purely for decoration, could be unfastened. Jen undid the button at the waist of her shorts in addition to the button on her shirt. I was forced to undo the button at my waist, and to unclasp my bra. We chatted for a bit longer on the bench, but wanting to have the other beer we had brought, and needing to be a bit more covert about it, we wandered over to the playground to sit on the swings. It was too late for the toddlers to be out, so we figured that we'd be left alone enough to enjoy our contraband. Jen's turn to be the leader now, and before we could settle in on the swings, she climbed to the top of the tallest slide, and cried "follow the leader!" With that, she lifted the front of her shirt to expose her bra and slid down the slide. I was convinced that she and Cindy were teaming up against me as it was going to be a bit dicy for me to follow that lead having had to unfasten my bra for the last task. The boys were far enough away that they'd not get a good shot of me, or my tits loosely covered by an unstrapped bra, but if any one of them were looking the sight would not go unnoticed, and there'd be questions to answer later. Cindy bounced up the ladder, lifted her shirt to show off her lacy cami, and quickly slid to the bottom. I wasn't too far behind her, lifted my shirt and began to slide down. It seemed that eons were passing as I was slowly moving toward the safety of the slide's bottom. Something I hadn't counted on made the trip seem much longer: the bit of breeze that was created by my motion down the slide was enough to move my bra away from my tits and give a good show. As casually as I could, I tugged my shirt back down and didn't bother to try to adjust my bra. I took a deep breath, maybe it was more a sigh of relief, returned to the swings, and cracked the lid on my beer. We sat for a few minutes laughing about what had just happened, and at the first lull in the conversation I took my turn to be the leader. "I'm going to stand up, and remove my panties. Follow the leader!" I declared. And I did just that: reached up under my skirt, pulled my panties down and then stepped out of the a bit more gracefully than I had done the night before. I waved them round for the others to see before stuffing them into my backpack and smiling boldly. For the second evening I had dared to take my panties off in a public place, and was loving the rush of both doing it and feeling just a bit more vulnerable. I was chuckling to myself because both Jen and Cindy had worn shorts for the evening. Removing my panties was a snap, but for the other two it was going to mean that they would be completely exposed from the waist down at least for a few seconds. If they were in league against me this had been suitable payback. Cindy was first to go and moved so fast that she was a blur as she wrenched both shorts and panties off in one motion. It took her a second or two to untangle the two pieces of clothing, but her shorts were back up quickly enough that even the sharpest of bystander would probably not have noticed. Jen unzipped her shorts, and let them drop to her ankles. She then slowly stepped out of them before she slid her panties down and began to replace her shorts. She clearly was in no hurry, seemed to enjoy putting on a show for us, making sure that we got a good look at her neatly trimmed bush. Intended, or not, her casualness sent me the message "nice try!" Sometime during our last bit of shenanigans the boys had finshed up their game and wandered off. None of us had seen them pass, and none of us could be sure exactly which path they used to head back to the cottages, nor what they might have seen if they took the path near the playground. Surprisingly, thinking about that, and wondering if there'd be questions later, was a big turn on. We ditched our empties in the playground rubbish bin, and wandered down toward the lake. It looked like at least one of the cannoes was being paddled round in the dark; we could see some sort of torch light out a ways from shore. We toyed with the idea of taking a canoe out ourselves, but decided that might seem an invitation to the guys to join us and we didn't want that. Our beach chairs were still out on the small bit of sand at the water's edge, so we went over there and plunked down to see if the moving lights on the water might be of some entertainment. I don't think we were there for very long, and just as I was ready to suggest that we go, Cindy took the leader reins once again. This time she pulled hard, and as she explained what she was going to do, and what we'd have to follow. As she was going on, I was seriously thinking that I might be going to sneak and swipe a pair of one of the boys' undershorts. "I've got to pee," Cindy started, and with that short sentance I knew where she was going with it. I could feel my muscles tense up a bit. She continued: "I'm not going to move from my seat, so you may not move until you've peed, or you are getting up to go fetch a pair of the boys' underwear." I couldn't believe that she was really going to pee her pants, though I wouldn't put it past her either, and before I knew it I didn't have to wonder any more. She had waited just long enough to enjoy the shock on our faces, and then we could very clearly hear the tell-tale hiss of a woman peeing. She really had wet herself, and now Jen and I had to decide whether we'd follow the leader or not. "Ahhh, that is so much better" Cindy exclaimed, then looked at each of us and asked: "well who is going to be the first to follow my lead?" I quickly ran all of the possibilities in my head. Cindy's shorts were navy and their being wet, especially in the dark, would probably not be noticed. My skirt was washed denim, so its being wet would be obvious, but in the end I really wanted no part in having to steal underpants from one of my cousins. I closed my eyes, tried to relax as much as I could, and after what seemed to be eons I was the one hissing as my pee gushed forth. I could feel it pool inside of my skirt until it finally soaked in enough to start dripping through the straps of the chair and onto the sand. The relief was wonderful, and I was feeling quite naughty. I spread my legs a bit, shifted some in my chair, and as the liquid cooled a bit I was very aware of the mess that I had made. It was Jen's turn and both Cindy and my eyes focused on her. I cannot say where Cindy was looking, but I have to admit I was staring straight at her crotch. When Cindy announced the dare, and told us that we were not allowed to move, Jen had been slouched in her chair with one foot on the ground and her other leg dangling over the chair's arm. Cindy's timing couldn't have been any better. But Jen couldn't do it. I don't know if it was the fact that she had tan shorts on and that there'd be no hope of hiding the fact that she had wet herself, or if she just couldn't bring herself to wet her pants. She stood and in a small voice asked if it mattered whose undershorts she should steal. It was Cindy's call, it was after all her lead, and I was hoping that she'd make it tough. Cindy told Jen that she'd have to take a pair of Mike's underwear, and that she'd have to put them on where she found them. Mike is Cindy's brother and that meant that she'd have to sneak into another family's cottage which would make this a lot tougher than peeing her pants. We really had no idea where anybody was, the occupants of the canoe were still not known, and I was wondering if Jen was now wishing that she had peed. Jen took off into the darkness leaving Cindy and I to exchange disbeliefs that we really had wet ourselves in the middle of the beach where anybody, especially our parents, might come wandering by with out warning. My stomach was doing flip flops, either because of the nerves, or the new thought that this dare really wasn't over until I had changed into something not so wet. Even though I had just peed, I suddenly had to go again. "What the hell," I thought to myself. I was already wet, and figuring it really didn't make any difference, I relaxed and peed a second time. Not nearly the torrent as before, but a strange mingling of hot liquid with what had become quite cold areas of my legs and butt. Cindy caught my eyes and she just smiled a very satisified smile. I was feeling very naughty and it felt very good. We then heard some noises in the bushes at the edge of the beach. I nearly screamed when Jen popped out from behind us; not the direction she had gone, and certainly not where we were expecting to come from. She told us that everybody, our parents that is, were playing cards in the living room of her family's cottage, and that Cindy's family's cottage was empty. The lights had all been out, and fearing that someone might notice, she had to leave them out while she went searching. She couldn't see all that well, but found a pair of undershorts and after a few minutes of listening to convince herself that nobody was coming, she dropped her shorts and wiggled into the boy's underthings. She decided to sneak out the back, via the deck, which turned out to be a good move as the boys plowed in through the front door as she was making her way down the deck steps. The smug Jen, who had slowly removed her panties on the playground, was a bit rattled now. For various reasons we were now a bit on edge, a good edge, but a bit tense nonetheless. Jen suggested that we go back to our cottage and get into the hot tub. For Cindy and I that was a great idea as we were sitting in wet clothes, and at least I was starting to get chilled. As we got up to leave, I became even more aware of how wet I was. The whole backside of my skirt was soaked and as I walked I could feel the cold hem brush against the back of my thighs. We wasted little time getting back to the cottage hoping that nobody would notice my skirt. Wet clothes into the shower for cleanup later, we'd find some excuse to do laundry the next morning, bikini's on, we were soon imersed to the shoulders in a warm bath with lots of jets providing a liquid massage. To Jen's disliking, we had insisted that she wear Mike's underwear (rather plain, boring, white briefs) instead of her bikini bottoms. The penality was to wear them for the rest of the evening and she hadn't been uncomfortable for long enough. I could feel my body slowly start to relax as I let the water play across my back and I gazed up into the sky taking in the beauty and emptiness that is space. From the corner where Jen was sitting came, in a more confident voice than just a while ago, "time to follow the leader." It was Jen's turn, and after wiggling just a bit she produced her 'bikini bottoms' and plopped them on the side of the tub. Even though the light in the hot tub was on, it was nearly impossible to see anything through the bubbles, and before more than a few seconds had passed, Cindy plopped her bottoms up on the side too. This, compared to peeing myself, was easy and I reached under the water and squirmmed out of my bottoms. Instead of plopping mine on the side with the others, I said "follow the leader" and tossed my bottoms across the deck and into a chair. It wasn't a far throw, but it did mean that I'd have to cross the deck bottomless in order to get to something to cover up with. Before the other girls had a chance to think about it, I added "and if you miss, you have to get out, pick them up and walk them over to the chair." Cindy, the more athletic of the three of us, wadded her bottoms up, and with little effort tossed them the length of the deck and right into the waiting chair. Jen, on the other hand, isn't quite as talented in the trowing department and put a bit too much juice into her toss. She had her aim dead on, but Mike's briefs went sailing over the chair and over the railing landing a few feet into the yard. "Shit," I heard Jen mumble under her breath and she didn't even glance over at me with a "do I have to look;" she just climbed out of the tub and made her way round to the stairs. She was making her way along toward the wayward underwear when all of a sudden the deck flood lights popped on scaring us half to death. Cindy and I stifled small screams and jumpped a bit when the sliding glass deck doors opened and out stepped my dad. This was indeed a sticky spot to be in. Jen had no bottoms on and was somewhere along the edge of the deck in the yard. While Cindy and I were in the tub, mostly hidden by the bubbles, we were still not in any shape to hop out of the tub bottoms up, and with little effort tossed them the length of the deck and right into the waiting chair. Jen, on the other hand, isn't quite as talented in the trowing department and put a bit too much juice into her toss. She had her aim dead on, but Mike's briefs went sailing over the chair and over the railing landing a few feet into the yard. "Shit," I heard Jen mumble under her breath and she didn't even glance over at me with a "do I have to look;" she just climbed out of the tub and made her way round to the stairs. She was making her way along toward the wayward underwear when all of a sudden the deck flood lights popped on scaring us half to death. Cindy and I stifled small screams and jumpped a bit when the sliding glass deck doors opened and out stepped my dad. This was indeed a sticky spot to be in. Jen had no bottoms on and was somewhere along the edge of the deck in the yard. While Cindy and I were in the tub, mostly hidden by the bubbles, we were still not in any shape to hop out of the tub if that is what dad needed. Our bottoms were far enough away, and enough in the shadows that he might not notice them, but there was no telling why he was there, nor how long he might stay. I could feel my heart rate climb through the roof. I heard Cindy squeek out "hi uncle Bob," and I heard myself say "hello daddy," in a voice that I hoped didn't suggest that we were up to something. He returned our hellos and asked where Jen was. Smartly, she had come up to the edge of the deck, and while peering through the vertical rails, she explained that we'd been tossing a foam ball back and forth and her toss had gone wild, so she was down chasing after it. I really couldn't believe that Jen, still bottomless, was having a conversation with my dad while we watched. She was pressed right up to the deck, and was safe from being discovered unless he went over to the edge and looked down. We were so close to being caught, and if he did discover our current state of undress, albeit in a fairly private setting, I couldn't guess what his reaction might be. To our relief, dad had come up to grab some beer from the fridge and decided to pop his head out when he heard the hot tub motor going. We said our good-byes and the lights went out shortly after he closed the door. I decided to turn off the blowers so that I could check on Jen without having to yell, but before I could make any words leave my mouth, that tale-tell hissing sound of Jen's fright was clearly audible. Not taking her time this time, Jen raced back up onto the deck, tossed Mike's shorts into the chair and splashed her bare-assed body back into the tub. She had thought quickly to move as close to the edge of the deck, the foam ball story was good too, and now that it was over she was shaking; partly from being cold and partly from having the piss scared out of her. We sat in silence for a few minutes and then all burst out in that nervous kind of laughter that seems uncontrolled after disaster has been avoided. It had gotten late, so we declared the follow the leader game a success and shut the hot tub down for the evening. We each had to scurry across to where we had left our towels, but in the grand scheme of things the short jaunt to the railing was nothing when compared to Jen's exposure experience. It was a good thing that dad had probably tossed back a few pints before he walked out that door. |
10-19-2008, 06:57 PM | #3 |
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The next morning we were all jolted awake by a very large
crack of thunder following what must have been a spectacular bolt of lightening. Apparently it had been storming for quite some time, but all of a sudden the thunder and lightening part was turned up a few notches and that was enough to bring us back to the living. I peeked at the clock and was shocked; it was nearly noon, but the clouds were so thick that it seemed barely after dawn. There is nothing worse than being off on holiday and having nasty weather keep you inside for much of the day. The rain continued into the evening, and after dinner we broke down and put a film on via the DVD player. It wasn't something that I was particularly interested in, and before long my mind began to wander. I closed my eyes, tuned out the sound from the film, and began to think about the first time Jen, Cindy and I had played any kind of truth or dare game. We had been thirteen or fourteen at the time; Cindy's and my families had decended on Jen's family's house. The boys were all wedged in the basement playing video games, our parents were out on the back patio laughing and tossing down wine like it was going out of style. We three original cousins were secluded up in Jen's room; door closed and somewhat bored. Jen got out a marble race board game, Aggravation I think it was called, and that is when all of the fun began. Being as it was her house, Jen was feeling a bit bossy and laid out the rules for us. We'd play with one marble each, and would roll two die on each turn. Last one round the board, and back into the home base, would be the loser. The two winners would decide on a dare for the loser to do, or they could make the loser take off a piece of clothing. I remember looking at Cindy and thinking "is she really serious?" Cindy, I think, was still a bit in shock, and so as not to let Jen get one up on me, I grabbed up the dice and declared that I got to go first. My roll did not match my enthusiasm, and in the end I lost the first game and my shirt; I couldn't have been so lucky as to get to do a dare fully dressed. The games went quickly, and after a few silly dares, and more lost clothes, we were all in about the same shape (each still wearing our panties and cami or bra). This is when Cindy mustered a bit of courage and suggested that the stakes be upped such that the loser would have to take something off and do a dare. Jen and I agreed; I was secretly hoping to not lose the next game. I had butterflies in my stomach, and as luck would have it I also lost. With the loss came the internal debate: panties, or cami. We could hear the adults laughing on the patio, so there was little risk of us being walked in on, but the thought did cross my mind and ultimately I decided that I'd take off my panties. I was just starting to sprout pubic hair, and not even my mother had seen me naked in a few years, so to say that I was a bit nervous as I pulled my panties off was an understatement. And, I still had a dare to do. To this point, the dares had been pretty tame. The most risky was that we sent Jen downstairs to get us drinks after she lost her shirt. Now, I was naked from the waist down, and the other girls were feeling a bit frisky and they sent me to the bathroom. My dare was to go pee, and I could not close the door. The bath was down at the end of the hall and if anybody came up the stairs they'd be staring straight at me as they turned the corner at the top of the stairs. Fortunately the lights were off and wasting no time I hurried in and plopped down on the toilet. It seemed like forever before I could make my pee start to flow, and when it did the hiss and splashing noise sounded so loud in the quiet of the upstairs that I was sure that anybody that was on the ground floor would hear. Looking down the hall, as I wiped myself dry, I could see the sillouetted heads of my cousins peering round the door frame. My heart was racing full speed when I got back into Jen's room and swore that I'd not lose again. We looked at the clock and decided that we probably had time for one more game before our parents would decide to call it an evening and take themselves off to bed. With this we decided that the first person able to get her marble round the board would get to give a dare to the other two. I thought to myself how screwed I'd be if I didn't win. At this point the excitement had kicked in and, to be honest, I wasn't sure if I wanted to win or to lose. Turns out that I did have a run of bad luck to start, but managed a fantastic comeback and won the last game. Jen decided to keep her panties on and took off her bra, while Cindy opted to let her panties join mine on the floor. My dare was for both of them to go Jen's parents' room and nick a tube of her mom's lipstick. Once back in Jen's room, they each had to put some on their own lips, and "brand" the other girl. The "brand," a kiss leaving some of the lipstick behind, had to be placed on skin that was exposed by the clothing that they had just removed. As I spoke, I saw the shock on their faces as what I was saying registered, and I wasn't really sure if they'd go through with this or not. Through the open window we could tell that there was a difference in the noises drifting up from the patio, and all came to the realisation that very soon our parents would be headed upstairs and to their rooms. This seemed to light a fire under Jen and Cindy as they took off for Jen's parents' room. I'm sure it seemed longer to them, but they were back in the room, and panting, after not more than a minute or two. I waited for each to daub a fair bit of the waxy stuff on each of their mouths, and then asked who would be branding the other first. They both looked pretty sheepish, and for some unknown reason, Cindy stepped up to Jen and pressed her lips just above her left nipple which was very much standing at attention when Cindy pulled away. Cindy then bent over, presenting her naked bum for Jen to kiss, and said: "Ok Jen, looks like you need to kiss my ass." Jen, always the biggest risk taker of our group, told Cindy to lie down on her back. She then squatted down onto Cindy's legs, bent over, and placed a big kiss just above the small bits of hair that were starting to show above Cindy's privates. Jen held the kiss for a long time, and we all nearly screamed when my dad knocked at the door. Jen called out that we were changing as we all quickly scamppered into night clothes praying that my dad wouldn't just throw open the door. I was still trying to fumble into a pair of pajama pants as Jen opened the door a crack to ensure my dad that we were headed for bed and would not be up to all hours of the night again. |
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I must have fallen asleep daydreaming about our first dare
adventure as I woke the next morning still sprawled out on the livingroom floor. The next two days passed without much to take notice of. We originals spent one of the days shopping with our moms, and had spent the better part of the other day alternating between lying in the sun on the beach, and cooling off in the pool. Our parents had insisted on some group activities in the evenings, so we didn't have a whole lot of time to get ourselves into trouble until Thursday when we packed everybody into a few vans and cars and headed for. a day at the near-by amusement park. Our dads had sprung the news that we were going on us the night before at dinner; as we three laid in bed later that evening trying to fall asleep, we decided on a game that we could play while at the park. We didn't know much about the park, other than that it was one of the older, more charming, parks with lots of small rides and only a couple of roller coasters. We contrived a game we called "chicken," kind of like two drivers racing head on, and as it turned out, it would be closely related to our game of "follow the leader." Each of us would take turns selecting something to do, we'd all have to do it at the same time, and the first to chicken out would get a point. The one with the most points by the time we got back to the cottage would be punished. I don't know about Jen and Cindy, but I had a tough time falling asleep that night trying to think of things to do with the game, and wondering what they'd come up with. The day dawned bright, clear, and promissed to be fairly warm. To make things as even as possible, we decided that we would dress as alike as we could; our chosen outfits turned out to be: a t-shirt, bra (sports bras not allowed), panties and a skirt. Before long it was time to go, and as many of us as was possible possible loaded into Uncle John's van. We girls claimed the bench seat in the very back of the van; we were clearly as excited as our younger cousins for whom the trip to an amusement park still was a grand treat. It seemed to take forever to get there, buy our admission, bid our parents good-bye (until at least lunch), and to get to a point where we could let the game begin. The rides were organised along two parallel midways, with a 'sky ride' that ran the length of one of them. We decided that we'd start down one side and ride each ride that wasn't considered a baby ride. The first one was called "Earth-Quake," one of those rides where a car moves you through a darkened warehouse with black light lit scenes of an earthquake in progress; designed to scare those under the age of 10 and to provide some makeout time for teenage couples. It was Jen who got to go first in the chicken game, and as our car jerked away towards the the double doors separating the real world from the pretend, she announced the task. "Pull your panties down to your knees and leave them there." she said. We did and as our car moved through the various intensities of black light we watched our panties light up like they were on fire. Sharp turns, sudden stops, and loud rumbling could not distract me from realising that if we popped out into the light that those in the queue would be treated to quite a sight of three girls with their panties pulled way down. I was trying to be calm, but unfortunately we went crashing through what I thought was the first of the double exit doors and I quickly reached down and pulled my panties up under my skirt. Rats, I had lost that one. Jen and Cindy started laughing, and as it turns out the ride wasn't even half done. As there was no penalty for the second one to bail, they both pulled up their panties and we held on for the rest of the ride. The next few rides didn't lend themselves to the game, but then we came upon a log flume ride. Cars, shaped like hollowed out logs, allowed us to sit one behind the other and wandered through a trough of slow moving water for about three minutes before carying the log up to the top of a hill and letting it race down toward a big pool of water and a huge splash. We had played rock-paper-scissors to select the order that we'd sit and Jen was unlucky and won the front seat. As gracefully as we could in skirts, we stepped into the log, straddled the padded bench, and sat down; the damp bench giving us a bit of a hint of just how wet things might actually get. As the log started on its way, I took my turn and declared the next chicken task: "take off your bra before we get to the top of the hill, and the loser is the first who goes to put theirs back on after we exit the ride. I fgured that Jen would end up soaked, and as she was wearing a snug, pink, tank top, that she'd bee-line for the women's room so as not to be a roaming wet t-shirt contestant for very long. I was feeling pretty safe sitting way in the back. We three unclasped and slid our bras out from under our shirts, and even managed to tuck them into our purses before the log started its jerky ride up the conveyer belt to the top of the hill. My stomach did a small flip as the log flumpped over the top and shot down the hill toward the small pond. Suddenly splash, and a small screech from Jen as the water sprayed back onto her. The water also sprayed up onto the pedestrian bridge that allowed the previous riders to exit, and as we passed under Cindy and I were treated to a pretty heavy shower as the water drained off of the bridge. Three girls, three pretty wet t-shirts; and an interesting game of chicken. The ride operators, all had to be 16 yearold males, seemed quite eager to help us out of the log; each had very large smiles and seemed not to be able to do anything but stare at our chests. When we got back out onto the midway I finally noticed exactly the damage that was done. I think Cindy was in the worst shape as her shirt was white and clearly her nipples were easily seen through the wet material. We started walking toward the next ride, and it was just too much for Cindy as she turned round and made a pretty quick march to the women's room. Jen and I hung round outside, trying to hide our assets as much as possible, until we were sure that Cindy had earned a chicken point by putting her bra back on. I'm glad that she did; I didn't want a second point, and was pretty uncomfortable as well, but I had vowed to myself that I'd last at least through the next ride. Cindy and I were now tied at one point each. We continued to work from ride to ride until we reached the end of the midway and were face to face with a two story structure that looked a bit like an old haunted house. The sign above the front door read "Fun House -- If you Dare" Not any line to speak of, and between us and the door was a small description of the maze of mirrors and glass that was inside. We waited our turn to be let in and as we stepped into one of the hallways off of the "parlor," we were greated with nothing but walls that were floor to ceiling mirrors. Worse than a bad outfit in one of those three way dressing room mirrors, there must have been eight of each of us; this was going to be tough. Cindy said: "ok, take off your shirt. First to put it back on gets a chicken point." Not wondering about any hidden cameras, or one-way mirrors, we all pulled off our shirts and tucked them into the waist of our skirts. I'm sure we were an interesting sight, and it was going to take lots of patients on my part not to get another point given that at any time someone could walk up behind us. It seemed like we had been in the fun house forever as we felt our way deeper into the winding maze of mirrors. At one point, a group of pree-teen boys came bustling through, showing off the fact that they'd been there before, but hardly taking any notice of three 18 yearold girls wearing only their bras. They gave my heart a jump, but I remained cool, shirtless, and continued to make my way. Eventually we reached what must have been a centre room in the house. There were no mirrors, and several hallways exited into the room. The room contained a staircase and a sign that said simply "go up!" I could feel the hairs on my neck bristle as I read the sign and wondered what exactly we'd find when we did go up. I think the same thoughts were going through Jen and Cindy's minds as they were suddenly quiet. We each mumbled something along the lines of "here we go," took deep breaths, and started up the stairs which lead to another square room with hallways and a sign that read "choose carefully!" The biggest difference between downstairs and up was that all of the walls upstairs were glass; suddenly I realised that I could make out the shapes of others moving through the maze ahead of us. Good grief, I thought, and resisted the suddenly growing urge to put my shirt back on. I could see the look of panic on Cindy and Jen's faces, as they too seemed the need to push down the urge to not pick up a chicken point. We started into the maze, and found that it was not a simple task. I think that Cindy became just a bit too parinoid about being visible, though not as clearly as might be thought, and she quietly slid her t-shirt on over her head; two points for her now and some satisfaction for Jen and I as it had been her challenge. Jen and I followed suit, Jen gloating as she was now easily in the lead, and me breathing a sigh of relief that I could be covered again. We finally reached the end of the fun house and were surprised that it had taken nearly two hours; it was after 1pm. We were starving and as we stood about trying to decide what to do for lunch we turned to see several of our brothers/cousins exiting the fun-house clearly in the middle of a heated discussion. They saw us and came bouncing over to where we were standing. I looked at Jen, as she looked at her two brothers; she turned as white as a ghost. We exchanged hellos at which point the boys started up with their discussion: the youngest swore that he saw a girl running round in the upstairs maze without her shirt on. The other two were trying to convince him that he was just seeing things. I could feel the sweat bead up on the back of my neck as I waited for him to realise that the girl he saw was one of us. Jen jumpped into the conversation and squelched the boy by saying "yea, right. What girl in their right mind would take their clothes off in the amusement park?" Being older, and wiser, Jen managed to stop the discussion and Cindy asked if they thought the fun house was something that we might enjoy. I could see Jen relax a bit after Cindy's comment; having been nearly caught by my dad earlier in the week with her bottoms down, and now being caught with her top off, I was wondering if she'd be jumpy for the rest of the game. The boys decided to do the fun house again, we said that we'd pass and decided to take the "sky lift" back to the other end of the midway and find something to eat. The sky lift was a long cable from which 'buckets' were hung and they slowly carried people too lazy to walk from one end of the midway to another. The buckets were square with a bench seat that spanned three sides. They also had a roof, and the sides of each bucket came up to about shoulder height when seated. With bars round the open space between the sides and the roof was no need to strap the riders in. We got in the queue and soon enough were locked in a bright green one, dangling from the cable and slowly being hauled to the front of the park. It was Jen's turn to set the chicken task and much to our surprise she said: "take off all of your clothes. First one to put anything back on gets a point." Our rules mandated that we had only 30 seconds to begin and I think I used every last second contemplating the sanity of this one. I guess I shouldn't have worried about Jen being jumpy during the rest of the game. I pulled off my shirt, unhooked my bra, and slid out of the rest of my clothes as did the others. Soon we were three naked girls watching the midway move beneath us. I began to wonder how long it would take me to get dressed, how long before the ride would reach the other end and we'd have to get off, and how long I could last before panicking and putting at least my shirt and skirt back on. I was just about to snap up my panties when Jen gave in and pulled her shirt over her head. She had the same idea that I did: outer layers first, panties if there was time, and my bra went into my purse. Once Jen started it was a mad scramble and I'm sure that our bucket rocked back and forth a bit more than the others as we hustled to get dressed before we were being helped out by yet another 16 yearold male ride operator. Cindy managed to even get her bra on, and was somewhat delighted that Jen ate the point on that one. She was still losing, but it must have seemed like by a lot less after Jen claimed her point. The fact that she did get her bra on also gave her a bit of an advantage, but it was my turn to call the task, so she'd have to wait a bit to see if she could use it. Not far from the exit of the sky lift was a set of food stalls all sharing a common seating area. Perfect for us three who seemed never to agree on what to eat; we all headed for different windows with the plan to meet back up at one of the tables to munch our lunch. I was the last to return, finding both Jen and Cindy just sitting down, and as I approached the next chicken task literally hit me between the eyes. The common seating area was situated up a few stairs and somewhat overlooking the midway. As I approached I realised that the table the other two had selected was nearly at eye level, and thus would provide a great bit for our chicken game. I bounced up the stairs and sat next to Cindy, rather than across from her, and explained the next task. We would each have to hike our skirts up as far as they'd go. Then, each would place a fist between their knees as a measure; knees would have to stay apart, and with our skirts up high we'd be clearly showing off our panties to anybody who happened to approach. I could feel my nipples tighten as I explained this, and looked down to see that they were clearly showing off through my t-shirt. "Oh, and no napkins in the lap" I added as I pulled my skirt up and measured the gap with my fist. We ate for a bit in silence, staring out at the people coming and going in front of us. It seemed like we might never be noticed, until this guy and his girlfriend rounded the corner with their food and headed the exact same route that I had taken when I had the idea. It was obvious that he had seen the show, his sudden grin had given him away, and it was even more obvious when he went back for more napkins not too long after sitting down. There were others that seemed to notice, but given the penality that the loser would have to endure, I think we were all pretty reluctant to close up and cover up. I liked the feeling of being exposed in this way, but given that my parents, uncles, aunts and cousins were all roaming the park, I was also feeling a bit uneasy about letting my panties show off like that. "I'm going for another drink," Jen announced as she stood up and trotted away quickly. When she got back, Cindy declared that Jen had lost that round and now, like she, had two chicken points. Jen claimed that it was not fair, but Cindy pointed out that Jen was the first to cover up, and that she and I had remained exposed while Jen was gone, that it was her point. I was now in the lead as both of the other girls had two points. Jen was still grumbling about her point as we tossed our wrappers and cups into the rubbish bin and headed off to explore the other midway. I was pretty psyched being in the lead. We rode the dodgem cars, an old fashioned wooden coaster, and a few 'twirly' rides, but nothing that we could play chicken on. It was also getting more difficult to think of new tasks to have to perform. Jen was getting a bit impatient and kept nagging at Cindy to decide on a task, but Cindy waited for what she thought was the perfect moment: the double ferris wheel. We were all loaded into the same car, and when our wheel rotated to the top, Cindy announced: "tops off!" "Oh shit" I thought as I had never put my bra back on after the strip on the sky lift. Jen too was without her bra thus Cindy was the only one who would not be showing her nipples to the world as the top wheel circled high in the sky. We knew that the top wheel would continue to turn as the bottom wheel was unloaded and reloaded with riders. We just didn't really know when the bottom wheel would be done, and the big machine would loop our wheel back toward the bottom. Cindy was just beaming as she knew that neither of us would out last her on this one. The mechanism that locked the upper wheel in place was released with a jolt and the top wheel started to circle down making a large arc in space, and sending my stomach for a bit of a loop. That was enough; as the bottom wheel passed through the bottom for one last circle to the highest point it could reach, I scrambled back into my t-shirt. I heard Jen let out a victory whoop as she and Cindy frantically slid their shirts over their heads and down across their chests -- barely before the bottom wheel was locked into place and readied for unloading. Cindy was laughing like a school girl all the way down the exit ramp, and seemed tickled that we were now all tied with two points each. Thoughts of what was going to happen to the loser were dancing through my head, and I assume those same thoughts were running through Jen and Cindy's minds too. I know I didn't want to lose, and can't imagine that either of them did either. Jen's mobile began to chirp; her parents, and mine, wanting all of us to meet for dinner. We wandered to the indicated spot in the park and all went off to a surprisingly nice restaurant for our evening meal. On our way in, Jen and I ducked into the loo to replace our bras -- no need to receive the wrath of our mom's should they notice that we'd removed them at some point during the day. We laughed, ate, told stories about some of our adventures so far, and even had a few sips of ale on the sly. Fortunately, Jen's brothers had forgotten about the 'topless girl' they saw in the funhouse; I think Jen was pretty worried about that still. After dinner we rode more rides until it was well past dark and the appointed time to meet up for the ride home had arrived. It had been Jen's turn for a chicken task since before dinner, but there wasn't anything that came along that we hadn't already done. We piled back into the van, and joined the long line of cars that were trying to make their way out of the parking lot. The three boys in the middle seat seemed pretty beat and were asleep pretty much before we were on the highway for the hour ride home. When we entered the highway, Jen leaned over and whispered "here's the last chicken task, and since we are all tied this is kind of like sudden death! You have one minute to take off all but one piece of clothing, and the loser is the first one who puts anything back on." The three boys were clearly asleep in the next seat up, but uncle John and aunt Kate were chatting in the two front seats so it was clear that they'd both be awake for the trip home. It was dark, and I doubt that uncle John could really see anything in his mirror, but as we rolled through any area with overhead lights we'd be momentarily lit. We only had a minute to decide what to keep on, and to start to undress, and I was really having trouble. I cannot believe that I actually considered leaving my skirt on and being totally naked from the waist up, but in the end we all three opted to take everything off except our t-shirts. I slid my skirt down, then my panties, and wresteled my bra out from under my shirt for yet another time that day. Jen must have been planning this for a while as she didn't seem to pause at all and did the same. Cindy slid her panties off, and then her bra, and I think she also wrestled with whether or not to go topless and keep her lower half covered. We three were pretty quiet and were jolted into a state of near panic when uncle John steered the van down the exit ramp and pulled into a filling station. Compared to the dimly lit highway, the station was lit as bright as day, and I could feel the other girls tense up a bit as the van came to a halt and Uncle John turned round in his seat to ask if any of us needed to pee, or wanted something to drink. Yes, I had to pee, and nearly wet the seat right there, but like hell was I going to cover up and lose the game, not to mention trotting off for a wee without putting any more clothes on. Jen quietly replied, trying not to wake the boys who seemed to be stirring in the bright lights, that we were all good and didn't need anything. The stop seemed to take forever as uncle John went in, I presume to pee, and then returned to fill the tank with fuel. I was glad that the fuel tank opening was more towards the middle of the van, and not such that he'd be standing outside of the window next to us and looking in. Before he was finished though, one of Jen's brothers woke up enough to ask where we were, and then decided that he did need to go in for a wee. It was all I could do to keep calm. Here we were, all three of us without skirts, bras or panties, in a brightly lit petrol station, and now one of the boys was awake. I was petrified that when he climbed back into his seat he'd peek over the seat and in the light notice that our skirts were missing. Jen had insisted that all the discarded clothing be placed onto the floor so it would be very obvious who was the first to do any sort of covering up. |
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After what seemed an hour, we were back on the highway, the
back seat was very much dark again, and Jen's brother had climbed back in without taking notice over the seat he was sitting in. He did stay up for nearly all of the remainder of the trip which made me quite uneasy, and I'm sure was cooking Jen a bit too. We exited the highway at about midnight and I knew that within ten minutes we'd be pulling up at the cottages. My hands began to sweat and I could feel my heart rate climb as I resisted the urge to get dressed. We all knew that as soon as the van came to a halt, Aunt Kate would turn round wake the boys, and probably put on the inside light. The question was: how long could I hold out, and what was going through the other's minds. It was all I could do to keep calm. We turned off of the paved road and onto the gravel path that served as the driveway up to the cottages. We were close, and neither Jen nor Cindy has flinched yet. We all knew what was at stake, and none of us wanted the punishment, but none of us really wanted to be caught in the back of the van naked from the waist down. Uncle John had slowed to a crawl, and the gravel crunching under the tyres was more maddening than the ticking of a clock in a slient room. Cindy's brother began to stir in the middle seat, and that seemed to do it for poor Cindy. In a flash she reached down and fumbled to get into her skirt before her brother came to any more of a conscious state than he was. Jen and I were not far behind trying to cover up without making too much of a scene and attracting attention to ourselves. Skirts were on, panties and bras hastily stuffed into purses, just barely before the van stopped outside of uncle John's cottage. I'm sure glad that nobody was really paying attention as we three girls climbed down from the van. My skirt was on nearly backwards, and poor Jen had managed to get her skirt on right side in (easily done when your skirt has an elasticised waistband). We quickly said our good nights and headed up to our cottage. We passed my parents on the way and learned that they were going to stop by John and Kate's cottage for a nightcap. That meant that the cottage would be empty allowing Jen and I to deliver Cindy's punishment with relative ease. Cindy, realising that she'd lost, slowed her pace to nearly a stand still and prompted Jen to threaten her to step it up, or we'd deliver her prize right there. I think Cindy thought we wouldn't, or figured that it might be somewhat of revenge to make us deliver out in public, so she said "not here, but on the basketball court." That took me by surprise, and I think that Cindy was betting that Jen would not be up to the task out in the middle of the ball court given Jen's balk at the dare on the beach the other night. Our agreement was that the winners would squat over the loser and pee. The thought had been that we'd do it in the bathtub at the cottage and save for the momentary humiliation of being the target of two hot streams of pee, the loser would not suffer for very long as they could shower off and be done with it quickly. Offering to subject herself to the humiliation on the ball court, and then having to walk back to the cottage, was gutsy, but Cindy was the one who dared us to wet ourselves and Jen was the one who couldn't. Cindy, seeming to be gloating a bit, skipped off toward the ball court and left Jen and I to trail behind. I had to pee, since before we pulled off for fuel, and was about to pop. Jen had to as well, but she wasn't sure that she could do it. I had to quickly convince her that we'd both deliver Cindy's punishment and knock her down a bit as I was sure she was counting on Jen's reluctance. As we approached the court we could clearly see Cindy standing in the middle circle watching our approach. The lights were not on, but there was enough ambient light from round the compound to feel just a bit exposed. Cindy had a broad grin on her face, but I could see that she was a bit worried that her plan had backfired and that she maybe should have opted for her punishment in the safety of the cottage. I felt a bit like an executioner come to deliver a fatal blow. Even though Jen and I hadn't discussed it, I said that we had decided that we'd go one at a time rather than both peeing on her simultaneously. I could see Cindy wince, and I gave her the option to strip down first and avoid having to walk back to the cottage completely soaked. I don't think she had considered that option at all, or maybe hadn't thought about the walk back, and after a moment of serious pondering she undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground, then pulled her t-shirt off and dropped it next to her skirt. Naked, and no longer the defiant Cindy who had dared us to punish her outside, she laid down on the court and as ordered streched her arms out wide from her body. I kicked off my shoes, figuring this was going to be somewhat messy, and demanded that she close her eyes; I finally had to insist that she cover her eyes with her forearm as I wanted the first blast of pee to be a surprise. By now I could hardly hold my pee. I was excited that I hadn't lost, that Cindy's plan had backfired, and that we were going to punish her out in the open. I straddled her body, raised my skirt slightly, and squatted down over her stomach. Slowly I relaxed my muscles and let my pee just dribble out onto her stomach. She jumpped a bit, and then got a bit cocky asking if that was all I had. I replied no, moved up just a bit and let a full torrent of pee stream out on her chest. Pee spashed off her body and back on to my legs, and ran like rivers over her breasts and down onto the court. I could feel the hot liquid brush the edges of my feet as it ran past and the expression on Cindy's face was a mixture of humiliation and enjoyment. Finally, my bladder was depleated and it was Jen's turn. I think Jen was still feeling a bit shy, but having watched me gave her the confidence to deliver her bit of the punishment to Cindy. Jen squatted over Cindy's thighs and started her own stream. I think Jen started to enjoy this and as she peed she slowly was able to move towards Cindy's head until she was peeing directly on Cindy's crotch. Cindy was covered, her body glistened, and as Jen stood up Cindy spread her legs a bit and let her own stream flow. She said later that like me, she needed to pee at the petrol station, and when Jen's pee had hit her crotch it put her over the edge and there was no holding back. Once she was done, she stood, managed to pull her clothes on over her still wet body, and we three returned to the cottage for a quick shower and a night of deep sleep. That was the last of our escapades for that reunion. Jen, Cindy and I still keep up with each other, but as we finished out our years at university, moved into the work force, and started families of our own, we never had another reunion quite like that. We have discussed the idea of getting our three families together for a summer reunion of our own and as I think about what fun that might be, it never did occur to me what our parents might have been off doing while we three were having our fun. |
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Wow, I can't believe that no one has replied to this yet. This is an amazing story! I would recommend it of the, "best of getdare."
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11-02-2008, 03:35 PM | #7 |
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That was amazing, probably my favourite story yet.
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Omg!!
Holy cow this story is amazing!! This story stands out from EVERYONE I HAVE READ! I hope that you will continue to write here!!
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Great story!
I really love it! I love the way you tied the beginning and end together, Just to let you know, in your second post, the 6th and 7th paragraphs from the end of the post have a few sentences duplicated. Last edited by kitkat; 11-06-2008 at 06:31 AM. |
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I write my stories 'off-line' and cut/paste them into the text windows. Seems that my cutting and pasting wasn't very accurate. I will see if I can edit the post and fix the duplications; thanks for pointing them out. Edit: Seems that I cannot edit the older messages, so the story will have to live with the buggered lines. Thanks again! Liz Last edited by Lizard; 11-06-2008 at 09:27 PM. |
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Cool, just thought I'd let you know. (especially in case you were planning to submit it to a competition or something somewhere)
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I also think it is rude to start posting a story without making an effort to finish it in a timely manner. Another reason I think people should write them in full, taking as long as they need, and posting the complete story. I know there is little that can be done other than encouraging pepole to post complete stories. |
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It's odd that this conversation occured within this post and not anywhere else, and this may sound odd to readers of my stories, but I tend to agree with what is being said.
There are two schools of thought on the matter, I've found. One believes that the story should be complete, beginning to end, when it is posted. The other believes that suspensions and waits in the narrative create anticipation. Both are right, that's what I think. The only reason I post chapters is that each chapter is an entire section in itself, usually. That is not always the case, however. I find that separating chapters helps me better arrange my ideas, but that's just me. I could easily write all the chapters and post them all at the same time. In an ideal world, I would always post a whole story. But for some narratives, I like getting the feedback and suggestions from the readers, and integrate those into the story. Good news is, you can expect regular updates for my current story, Trial of Friends, on a regular basis for the time being (at least once per day). As for other projects, I'll see if I can't post entire stories together and see which one works best. |
11-07-2008, 10:33 PM | #14 | |
getDare Sweetheart
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Actually, there was a discussion earlier this year in the Author's cafe: http://getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=9194 I remembered it, but found it more easily as KitKat posted to that thread today, so it bumpped up into view again. Ultimately it is up to the author of each story. Whether they want/need feed back as they go, or not, or whether they are "old school" and like to be able to see the story from beginning to end before making it available are probably the two drivers of author's posting style. I just want authors that like to post in installments to realise that people are waiting and may not read the author's future posts if the story isn't completed in a timely manner. This particular story took roughly six months to write; I started working on it just after I posted "Dare Over Dinner" back in March. I am the type that will always post the entire story at once, because I like to have several reads over it to make sure it is consistant from beginning to end. Regardless, given the time it took from start to finish, I cannot imagine that people would have 'hung on' for six months waiting for the next installment. There was a comment made in the other thread that indicated posting a story all at once might make an author "feel rushed." With that I will strongly disagree inasmuch as an author is free to write the story 'off-line' in the editor of their choice and to cut/paste it in when done -- taking as much time as they like/need. The only problem that this might lead to is the one I had with this story where several lines were duplicated. |
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11-07-2008, 11:19 PM | #15 | |
getDare Succubus
Join Date: Sep 2008
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My second story, Sarah's Flirtations, was originally a spur of the moment idea that popped into my head as I waited for some feedback for my next stories. I decided it would be fun to track Sarah's process of getting to know Jim. I planned each week before the Fall Break; then, as the story went on, I decided to expand the fall break into a larger story arc; as I was planning the fall break events, I then decided that the following weeks would have Sarah's friends involved as well. All the while I was writing, I was mindful of what I had established from my original story, but since I had been improvising at the start, this did create some contradictions. It was recommended that I leave them be, so that's what I did. The third installement, Trials of Friends, is entirely mapped out from beginning to end. Although I write each post in turn as a different chapter, I have divided the story into multiple storylines, all interconnected on some level. The various story arcs will coalesce in the midsst of the story and also towards the end. The main reason I write each post separately is I often change perspective (narrator) and it's easier to write these installements with a distance. I also have two additional projects for Sarah, Jim and friends. One of them explores their pasts; the other delves even later into their future. I will get to them once I finish Trials (or once it's appropriate to get to them, as you may find out eventually). Sezual Zombies (intentional typo by the way) is a spur of the moment type of thing, and I'm letting my imagination run wild without much planification. It's intended to be somewhat chaotic and confusing, to reflect the mood of a post-apocalyptic universe, and it's not intended with any seriousness. Finally, DareGirl and Friends will relate the stories of these superhero ladies, their friends and their enemies in the kind of twisted style only erotica can provide. I intend to produce complete episodes, so each post would be a complete story. This is more of an occasional production, and I am looking for suggestions as to which stories to write there - which is why I provided the background information for the main characters. If there is no demand, I will be less productive, but that's not an accusation or demand on my part, it's just a fact that I have other projects to prioritize at the moment. I guess my point is this: there are many ways to handle story-telling. From a reader's point of view, I can relate with wanting to get the story going, and read it in one swoop. From a writer's point of view, I see benefits in all the methods portrayed here. Each story has its own demands, and as a writer myself, sometimes, it's the story that dictates how it's going to proceed, sometimes, it's the writer. It's a dialogue between author, narrator, characters and narrative, and it's exhilirating. When I start a story, I rarely know how it's going to go until I'm wrestling with it, appropriating it and making it mine. I just hope everyone can enjoy the final product, however it is produced. That is all.
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