Double Dare Chapter 1
  By Aldric
 
 Copyright 2005 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
 
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 Double Dare Chapter 1
 
 "Oh Kate, those Culbertson boys next door are soooo
 obnoxious.  I wish you were still here to help us put them
 in their place!"  Sara and Jackie were using the speaker
 phone to talk to their big sister who had already gone off
 to college, even though it was still summer.  "They keep
 talking about body parts, and making gestures, and just
 being gross.  I really wish we could teach them a lesson or
 two."
 
 Sara was 13 and considered herself ready for boys, even if
 her parents didn't agree.  But not if the boys were any one
 of the three who lived on the other side of wall between
 their apartments.  Steve, the 11 year old, was bad enough,
 but Sean and Scott, the 12 and a half year old twins, were
 beyond bearable.
 
 "You know, you don't need me there for you to show a couple
 of boys some new tricks, it's easy.  Boys are daredevils and
 stupid, and you can use that to your advantage" Kate's voice
 came from the speaker.  "As I'm sure you're aware, boys are
 mostly all talk.  But they won't even consider turning down
 a dare, especially if they think they can't lose.  Their
 problem is that when it goes beyond talk they are so shy and
 modest that they give up quickly, and that's where you need
 to get them.
 
 "But how?" asked 12 year old Jackie.  The idea of Steve
 being too shy to continue with a dare was intriguing.
 "Steve and the twins aren't afraid of anything!  And they
 keep trying to get us to come in and play strip poker with
 them."
 
 "Don't fall for that" Kate said over the phone.  "The only
 way they are willing to play that is if they already know
 you will lose.  Somehow they will cheat, and because of
 what's at stake you can bet they will have practiced it time
 and time again.  If you want to beat them at their own game
 you have to make sure you are always in control, and you
 have to convince them that you are giving them what they
 want while in fact you are just setting them up for failure.
 What I have in mind will be EXTREMELY embarrassing, but if
 you can bring yourself to do it you will soon have those
 boys eating out of your hand.  You want to hear it?"
 
 Sara and Jackie looked at each other and both smiled
 picturing having the Culbertson boys under their control.
 They nodded to each other and said in unison, "Let's hear
 your plan."
 
 "Okay, but take notes, and do it just like I say.  And
 practice it several times to make sure you do it right every
 time.  Here's what you need to do ---"
 
 It took over an hour to explain the plan and make sure the
 girls understood the parts that made it sure to work.  They
 also understood the risk they would have if they failed to
 set the hook properly.  So after they got off the phone,
 they worked out all the details and then took their sister's
 advice and practiced, and practiced, and practiced until
 they could do it perfectly.
 
 When they were ready they waited until they could hear the
 boys playing in the hall.  They went out the door, ready to
 go fishing.
 
 "Hey, Sara and Jackie - got anything planned for today" Sean
 asked (or was it Scott, the girls were never quite sure).
 
 "Whatever we do, it won't involve you boys," Jackie said,
 putting emphasis on the word 'boys.'"
 
 "If you think we're boys, you really should come in and
 spend some time with us.  What we have might surprise you."
 
 "We've both babysat before, and we know what boys look
 like."
 
 "Yeah, you've seen boys before; but not men like us!"
 
 "Yeah, men like us," Steve echoed.
 
 "Shut up Steve," both twins said to their younger sibling.
 The twins were excited; this was the longest conversation
 they had with the girls in over a year.
 
 "Look, we've learned all about boys and puberty, and from
 what I learned, boys your age are too scared to do anything
 but talk.  So why don't you just leave us alone."
 
 "You calling us scared?  If you were boys, those would be
 fighting words.  We aren't scared of anything!"
 
 "Oh yeah?  Why don't we just test that theory, with
 something real challenging for the loser."  Jackie put the
 right emphasis on the right words, making it sound just like
 Kate had said it had to.
 
 "Sure, we're game. What do you have in mind?"
 
 Jackie laid out the plan, which involved all of them writing
 an embarrassing dare on a piece of paper.  Each of them
 would draw a straw with a number on it to give them a random
 dare to complete.  The one who took the longest before
 starting the dare lost.
 
 "And what does the loser lose?" one of the twins asked.
 
 "We also each write a few big dares, something that can't be
 done in just a few minutes.  Something really embarrassing,
 but nothing dangerous or likely to get anyone arrested.  The
 loser has to pick one."
 
 "I don't want to do this alone, couldn't we play as teams?"
 Sara asked, right on cue and with just the right whine in
 her voice to make her sound scared.
 
 "Sure, Scott and me against you two," Sean said.  "We each
 draw one bet and you either do it or pass.  If you pass, you
 have to do the second one, no going back."  Jackie wondered
 how in the world Kate knew one of the twins would say this.
 
 "Hey, what about me," Steve asked.  "I want to play too."
 
 "No, you're too little and you'll chicken out anyway" one of
 the twins said.
 
 "How about this," Sara said, sticking to the script, pleased
 it was going exactly like Kate said it would.  "He can play
 separate if he wants, but this rule applies to all of us.
 If you chicken out and don't do the first part, you have to
 do all of the second part stuff."
 
 "But how can we make them do it?  You heard him, Steve will
 probably chicken out and if he does, what makes you think he
 wouldn't chicken out on the second part too.  I say we leave
 him out of this, he's just a little kid."
 
 "He's not so little, just a few months younger than Sara.
 He'll play on our team and we'll see to it that he doesn't
 chicken out.  How about you two though, what's to keep you
 from making us do the first dare and then you chicken out
 and don't do anything - how do we know we can trust you?"
 
 It went just like Kate said it would.  "We'll trust you to
 not chicken out, and to prove we won't, we'll do the first
 dare.  But since we're playing as teams, the losing team has
 to do two of the second part dares."
 
 The dares were made and the rules established.  Jackie
 invited the three boys into her apartment and got out paper
 and pens while Sara got out some drinking straws.  As each
 person finished their first part dare they said what number
 it was and wrote it on the straw Sara had given them.  What
 they didn't notice was that the straws that Sara gave to
 herself and Jackie had a tiny little notch cut out at each
 end.  You had to look really close to see it, but when it
 was time to pull a straw out they knew they could draw one
 of their own dares.
 
 When they were all done the straws were gathered and Jackie
 handed them to Steve to hold.  "Since we're drawing first,
 you can hold them.  Just don't hold them so tight that the
 number rubs off.  And remember, once we get the paper that
 matches the number on the straw, we read it and you start
 the clock.  We either pass and draw again or we start.  Once
 we start, you stop timing us.  Ready?"
 
 The boys were eager for this to get started.  They hoped the
 girls drew one of their dares and didn't chicken out when
 they read it.  Jackie drew the straw, making sure she got
 one with the notch out.  She read the number off it and one
 of the twins found the paper and slid it across the table to
 her.  She unfolded it one time, and then quickly put it in
 Sara's hand.  "I can't do it, you read it," she said,
 sounding as nervous as she felt.
 
 This was the next move they had practiced over and over.
 Sara already had a note in her hand, and they had practiced
 the transfer in front of a mirror many times until they
 could make the transfer without being seen.  Both girls knew
 what was on the note Sara was about to read.  It was
 horrible and disgusting, but it would convince the boys the
 girls were serious and wouldn't chicken out.  But most
 important, as bad as the dare was, it would be performed
 completely inside the apartment.
 
 "It says, oh god, I can't believe this.  It says "Let the
 other team play doctor with you for 10 minutes.  I think we
 should pass and grab again."
 
 The twins had started the stop watch, hoping beyond hope
 that the girls didn't pass, that dare was far better than
 anything they had written!
 
 "What if the next one is even worse?  Its only ten minutes,
 let's just do it."  Jackie started taking off her shoes, and
 right on cue Sara shrugged her shoulders and followed along.
 "Stop the clock, we're doing this one."
 
 Both girls quickly stripped in front of the boys, who
 couldn't believe their luck.  Sara pushed down her panties,
 showing off the hair that covered and hide her slit.  She
 stepped out of them and covered up while Jackie pulled down
 her panties.  She also had some hair, but only a little.
 
 Sean couldn't take his eyes off of Sara.  For the last year
 he had envisioned this, and now the slightly older girl from
 next door was naked, ready for his every touch.  His twin
 had identical thoughts, while Steve was more interested in
 Jackie.
 
 "Hey Romeo, before you start touching, set the timer on the
 stove for ten minutes.  We want to hear when this is over."
 
 Once the timer was set and running, six hands started
 exploring every inch of the previously hidden parts on each
 girl.  "Ouch, not so rough" Sara yelled as she clamped her
 legs together.
 
 "Hey, you can't do that" one of the twins complained, "you
 took the dare."
 
 "I'll let you back in, but not so rough, it hurts.  And it
 would help if you trimmed your fingernails once in a while
 too."  She opened up her legs allowing access again but
 ready to clamp them back together.  But whichever twin was
 exploring did so more gently.
 
 "Hey, what's this little thing up here?" Steve asked as he
 closely explored Jackie.  "It looks like a little dick."
 
 Jackie moaned as Steve played with the tiny bud located
 right where her lips came together.  As embarrassing as this
 was, it also sure felt good.  The twins traded places on
 Sara, reaching, feeling, and learning.  And then the timer
 started chiming.
 
 "That's all boys," Sara said, pushing them off and grabbing
 her clothes.  "Now its your turn.  How long did it take us
 to start?"
 
 "Only nine seconds," said Sean, glancing at the paper where
 he wrote it down.  "Eight point 4 actually."  He was
 obviously uncomfortable with the tenting in his pants.
 
 "Uhm, maybe we could take a short break," he started.  Both
 he and his brother had obvious erections pushing out their
 jeans and were wanting a moment to take care of them.
 
 "No way, we started, now it's your turn.  Unless you're
 going to turn chicken and quit."
 
 Actually, now that it was his turn, Steve was thinking that
 exactly, but he knew his brothers would drag him along if
 they had to.  Everyone got settled and Sara took the straws
 and cupped them in her hand.  She reached to Steve to let
 him draw one while Jackie prepared to start the stop watch.
 
 "Number four," said Steve after selecting a straw.
 
 "Oh shit, that's mine," said one of the twins.  "Maybe we
 should pass, it's a bad one."
 
 Steve read the note, struggling with his brother's sloppy
 handwriting.  "It says, get in the elevator and press the
 button for the first floor.  Then exchange all clothing
 without getting out of the elevator or pulling the emergency
 button."
 
 "Do we do it?  I think mine's worse; if we pass on this one
 we have to do the next one."
 
 "Mine's not, maybe we'll draw mine.  Let's pass this one,"
 Steve said.
 
 "Damn, the clocks running, we don't have any time to argue,
 the girls were ready in under two minutes."  The twins
 looked at each other for a second and said, "Do it!"
 
 "Wait, I've stopped the watch, you're already at twelve
 seconds.  You've lost, and you still have to do the dare."
 Jackie said.  "And then, two of the second part dares."
 
 "How will we know if they've really done it or not?" Sara
 asked.  "Especially the twins, we can't tell them apart."
 
 Jackie thought for a few seconds and then said, "Get some
 food coloring.  We'll use one color on Sean and another on
 Scott, and put some on an ear lobe.  Then we can tell, and
 the food color will wash out."
 
 The boys were staring at the floor, not wanting to play
 anymore but too proud to chicken out.  "What about Steve?"
 asked Scott.
 
 "He can turn his underwear and socks inside out."  Sara came
 back with some blue and red food color and marked each twin.
 "Out you go, have a nice trip."
 
 They were on the top floor of a six story building that had
 two elevators.  Normally, it wouldn't be that big a deal
 since there were few adults around during the day.  But they
 knew that kids played on every floor, and it was a standard
 practice when they heard one of the elevators moving to push
 the floor button in order to aggravate whoever was on the
 elevator.  This meant that they would probably stop on every
 floor with no way of knowing if anyone would be standing
 outside the door when it opened.
 
 They called it and heard the one on the right begin to move.
 It stopped on three of the floors below them.  While they
 were waiting, Scott said, "How would they know if we got off
 somewhere to do this?"
 
 "I don't know, but even if we did, where are you going to
 change clothes?  In the stairway?  There's too many kids.
 We're better off on the elevator."
 
 "But what if we went to Charlie's apartment downstairs and
 changed there?  He'd laugh at us, but that would be it.
 Then we get back on and ride it up."
 
 "I don't know; if they caught us it would look like we were
 too chicken to pay the price."
 
 Steve piped in following that comment, saying, "Who cares if
 we chicken out.  We've already won; think of what they had
 to do!  You guys don't really intend to do anymore stupid
 bets, do you?"
 
 The elevator was arriving.  "Maybe the squirt is right,
 maybe it is time to tell them we're chicken and just give
 up," offered Scott.  They got in and the door closed, Sean
 pressed the button for the first floor.
 
 "And maybe they would tell everyone else in the building
 what we bet, and how they did their part but we were too
 chicken.  You know what would happen to us then, don't you?"
 
 Both Scott and Steve had a good idea; people who welched on
 bets were not welcome in the neighborhood.  "Let's just do
 this," Sean said, kicking off his shoes while he unbuttoned
 his shirt.
 
 They had changed shirts and socks by the time the door
 opened, and there was nobody there.  Without waiting for the
 door to close, they both quickly dropped their pants and
 boxers.  "What are you waiting for Steve, an audience or
 something?"
 
 As much as they hurried, they couldn't get their pants on
 before the door opened again.  This time a group of ten kids
 were hanging around in the hallway.  Surprised by the sight
 of two boys pulling up their pants as the doors opened, the
 closest ones nearly didn't move quick enough as Sean was
 stabbing the door button to close it.  But a boy got his
 foot in the door and it came back open.
 
 "What is going on here?  You guys need a room or something?"
 the first boy asked.  He was smaller than the twins, but was
 quickly joined by five other boys and two girls, all between
 the ages of eight and fourteen.
 
 The door tried to close again and the boy reached for the
 red emergency button to hold the door open.  Knowing it
 would sound a bell that the girls would hear, the twins both
 yelled at the same time, "No, don't pull that!"
 
 Sean saw the smile and knew he and his brothers were stuck.
 "Look, we lost a bet and we have to change clothes in the
 elevator.  If you pull the stop button, we get in trouble.
 We just want to pay our bet and get on with it.  You can
 watch if you want."
 
 "No, I don't think we want to be on any elevator where three
 boys are changing clothes, it wouldn't look right for our
 reputation, you know?  But we'll make it easy for you.  You
 take off everything and ride this car down to one and back
 up.  If you're on this car when it gets here, we give you
 your clothes back.  If you are not here, we disappear."
 
 He stood there watching the reaction from the three boys.
 "You don't have much time; people may be waiting for this
 car you know."  He moved his hand close to the red button
 again.
 
 "Come on Normie, cut us a break.  We aren't enemies; you
 know I'd do the same for you and your family."
 
 Even though there were a lot of kids in the building, within
 age groups everyone knew each other.  Some floors got along,
 some fought.  But sending kids naked was just about the
 ultimate punishment and was normally reserved for kids from
 other buildings or strangers.
 
 "No can do, I've got my reputation to think of.  Besides, I
 hear you've been hitting on you next door neighbor.  I've
 told you, Jackie is off limits for you two."
 
 "Oh, the hell with it," Sean said, stripping off his
 clothes.  Scott immediately followed suit.  Both twins had
 to coax Steve to get him moving.  "But you're starting
 something here that doesn't need to happen."  He and Scott
 were tossing clothes out into the hall as quick as they came
 off.  The group made room to let the two girls have a good
 look.
 
 They waited for Steve, and then Norm reached in and pushed
 the buttons for two and one.  "And when you come back up, I
 want to see the button for every floor pushed."  He stood
 back and let the door close, sending the elevator containing
 three naked boys down the last two flights.
 
 When it stopped at two, the kids in the hall were too far
 off to get to it before the door closed again, but the twins
 realized the kids were smart enough to know there was no
 place to go in the lobby and they would be back.  Steve was
 beginning to whimper and kept repeating, "Oh crap, oh crap"
 as the elevator made its way down to the ground floor.
 
 "Stop that, it isn't helping" Sean said and all three boys
 tried to hide in the front corners as the elevator door
 opened in the lobby not more than a dozen feet from the busy
 outside sidewalk.  But the boy's luck held, there was nobody
 paying attention in the lobby.
 
 The elevator started back up without Sean pressing a button.
 "The kids on two called it, so get ready," he said.
 
 "Don't forget to hit all the other floor buttons before we
 reach three," his twin reminded him.  Steve started his
 litany again as the elevator stopped.
 
 There was at least a dozen of them, all younger, mostly
 seven and eight, but a few around ten years old.  Most of
 them were girls and they all tried to get in when the door
 opened.  All three Culbertson boys worked to push them out
 and finally succeeded.  The only problem was that all those
 kids on two had gotten a good look at them and soon the news
 would spread throughout the building.  Sean quickly pressed
 the three, four, five, and six buttons.
 
 The group on three was larger now, and composed of more
 girls, especially those around the same age as the boys.
 Norm looked in and saw the buttons had been pushed.  "Well,
 I guess it's time for you boys to continue on your journey.
 Here are your clothes."
 
 The kids outside the elevator handed in three bundles of
 clothing, all rolled up and tied together.  "Enjoy your
 trip, and if you come back this way again we may not be so
 nice."
 
 They let the elevator door close while the boys tried to
 untie the knots holding their clothes together.  None of
 them had made much progress when it stopped at four, but
 they were in luck as there was nobody there.  As it reached
 five, the twins had their pants free, but found the legs had
 been tied in knots too.  However, they found their
 underpants in the pockets and quickly pulled them on as the
 elevator continued its rise.
 
 They both dropped their pants to help Steve with his, and
 between the three of them they all had boxers on as the door
 slid open on five.  Not believing their luck in that no kids
 were right by the elevator they rode the rest of the way to
 their floor while trying to work the knots out of the pant
 legs.
 
 Their luck held again as there were only a few kids playing
 at the other end of the hall on six, and they were just
 little kids.  The boys, who still hadn't gotten enough of
 the knots out to put on pants or shirts, ran to the girl's
 apartment and began knocking loudly hoping to get let in
 quickly.