Dare Me – Chapter 7 – The Fitting

The following Saturday, with mom at work, it was my duty to see Lucy off to her dress fitting. My role was marginal and I’m only telling you because of what happened afterward. We stood in the mud room, which had recently been cleaned out to get ready for school, and I watched her disrobe.

She dragged it out as long as possible, obviously dreading it. But mom was expecting a new dress to result, so she knew she couldn’t back out. I was losing count of the times I had seen my sister get naked by now. The chore didn’t look like it was getting any easier for her. My heart certainly still raced every time she stripped. But she seemed more nervous about the task ahead than what she was flashing me.

She was wearing play clothes and removed her shirt to reveal one of her new training bras. This one was orange, like the color of pale sherbet, with a generic pattern print and white trim. I knew that bra came in a set, and sure enough, when she dropped her shorts, she was wearing a matching pair of orange panties. She was handing me the articles as she removed them, expecting me to sherpa them up to her room.

Next came her socks, I guess she was going for an orange theme today. She had even put her hair up in a ponytail with an orange scrunchie hair tie. She was always trying out new styles. Now down to her underwear, it was the moment of truth. She looked at me for a last-minute reprieve, but I just stood there expectantly. Then she reached up and pulled her bra off. Her little breasts joyfully sprang free like they always did. They looked like they had elongated slightly in the past week and her nipples stuck out further than I expected. I was no expert, but to me it looked like she was on the verge of another growth spurt in that area.

Being half naked must have spurred her into action because she then quickly yanked her panties down. Once they had rounded the swell of her bottom, they dropped straight to the floor, and she was able to step out of them. She picked them up and added them to the pile in my hands. Now completely naked, she started fidgeting, eager to get on with it.

I held the exit for her and briefly considered giving her a playful smack on her naked bottom as she passed. But she was particularly sensitive about that, so instead I just said “Say ‘Hi’ to Mr. Beski for me.” on her way out the door. I closed the garage door behind her and went to put her clothes away.

I had no idea how long a dress fitting would take, but I figured she would be gone all afternoon. It was a beautiful day outside, one of the last ones before school. I didn’t want to spend it cooped up inside. So, I decided to go for a bike ride. I had been wanting to see how long it would take me to bike to my new school. I expected mom would be unreliable and I would frequently have to get myself to school. Sure, I could always ride the bus, but I hated doing that.

Our town had a network of walking trails which were also open to bicyclers. It was fun to explore beyond the familiar paths around her neighborhood. I met some boys my age playing near a creek. They were from another zone, so I didn’t know them from school. But they said they were going to the same Junior High as me next year. When I introduced myself, their interest was piqued.

“Hey, is Lucy Jenkins your sister?” they asked. “I heard she’s super hot!”

Oh great! More Lucy fans. How is it that everyone in town already knew about my sister? It turns out, this time, Billy Benson was to blame. They asked me if it was true that Lucy slept naked and that she was also a sleepwalker. Billy had told them a tall tale that he had even personally seen her sleepwalk almost all the way to school completely naked. I told them Billy was full of shit and not to believe anything he told them. They wanted to know if she puts out. I had no idea what that even meant, so I just shrugged, which drew knowing, carnal grins from the boys. Some big brother I was! I was supposed to be defending her virtue, but here I was unknowingly making the rumors worse.

Even with the naked sleepwalker story disproved, they still considered my sister a celebrity. I guess I too was granted a modicum of popularity by association. And popularity was the most valuable asset a Junior High Schooler could possess. All in all, it was a great afternoon. I was having so much fun, I did stay a little long and got back later than I had planned.

Imagine my surprise to find my naked sister calling to me from the bushes when I got home. I had closed the garage when I went on my bike ride and didn’t leave any doors unlocked. And of course, since she wasn’t wearing anything, she couldn’t possibly have brought a key with her. I was the only one who could let her in.

I apologized and opened the door for her. She was a bit wild-eyed and discombobulated, but still gorgeous in nothing but her bare skin. I helped her pick the shrub leaves and twigs out of her hair. Then I took the opportunity to wipe away the dirt from her body, in the interest of helping, of course. I guess a good word to describe her body was “supple”. Wherever I pressed harder to wipe the more stubborn smudges, her flesh gave way, but sprung right back with an alluring ripple when I removed my hand. Her bottom, which had been growing firmer recently, was the most fun to get clean.

Once her breathing had slowed, she said her skin was itchy and she wanted to go take a bath. She made the cutest sight, eagerly rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet with one hand cupped over her bare pussy. I just had to make the moment last. So, I insisted she stand there naked and recount her afternoon to me before she was dismissed.

She said Mr. Beski was very pleased to see her and welcomed her in. He had a courtyard with a flower garden and insisted on showing her every plant. She was anxious to get on with the fitting, but instead he insisted on dragging the naked girl along behind him while he droned on and on about all the different species. At the back of the courtyard, he had setup a platform for her with mirrors all around. He said the lighting inside wasn’t good enough and good lighting was necessary for good fashion. He made her stand there like his own personal naked mannequin while he brought out her dress.

She tried to describe it to me, but I didn’t understand it. Bottom line, she hated to admit, but actually thought it was a cute style. There were a few problems. Most importantly, the dress was far from finished. The basic shape was there, but none of the stitching. The panels were just held together with pins. She had to hold very still as he carefully lowered it onto her body.

That revealed the second issue. Lucy had done a lot of growing since the beginning of the summer and Mr. Beski’s measurements were outdated. Unable to move for fear of getting poked, she could only stand there and let him work. He was clearly a professional and knew what he was doing. He knew exactly which pins to pluck and could deftly remove any panel from the dress in an instant. That heightened Lucy’s embarrassment as she was naked underneath and various areas of her bare body peeked through at any times. And she couldn’t exactly move to cover herself.

But that wasn’t the worst (or best, depending on your perspective) part. When the doorbell rang, Mr. Beski had just taken down Lucy’s chest panel to make some adjustments. With her little boobies hanging out in the open, he excused himself and came back with a boy trailing behind him. Lucy squealed, naturally, and instantly moved her hands to cover her naked chest. Then she was punished for her mistake as at least a dozen needles pierced her poor skin all over. She tried to show me some of the places where it still hurt, but I couldn’t see any evidence. I only saw pure, porcelain, Lucy skin everywhere she pointed. She had been forced to relax her arms in an attempt to stop the stinging. But that just exposed her chest again to the new boy. She was stuck in limbo.

Mr. Beski introduced Lucy to his grandson, Joseph, who was overjoyed to make her acquaintance. Mr. Beski had told me his grandson was planning to visit Saturday, but I had kept that knowledge from Lucy. I figured it would be best if she discovered it on her own. Joseph Beski had been sent over to spend the day learning the art of sewing from his grandfather. Lucy’s dress was going to be their afternoon project. And little Lucy, herself, was going to be their muse.

Joseph lived in another town. His brother had driven him and dropped him off for the day. He had just turned 12 which made him only a couple months older than her. I noticed, whenever she talked about him, that her voice was different and she kind of had a far-off look in her eyes. She blushed when I asked what he looked like and that’s when I knew Lucy thought Joseph was cute. She had a crush on him! That’s when I noticed something else. The hand over her pussy was moving!

Up to that point, I had never thought of my sister as a sexual being. Sure, it excited me to see her naked. But that was more about me. I guess I kind of viewed her as a plaything. Of course, I masturbated and fantasized about her daring exploits in my room. But I never really considered what she thought about it when she was alone in her room at night.

I didn’t know how girls masturbated without a penis to stroke, but watching my naked sister stand there trying to covertly massage her pussy gave me a pretty good idea how it went. No wonder she was in such a rush to finish her story and get upstairs! My own pleasurable urges were making things uncomfortable, and I started to wish she would hurry it along so I could go take care of myself.

Lucy told me the rest of the afternoon was a constant humiliation. Apparently, Mr. Beski was very hands-on with his grandson’s education. He would demonstrate some technique to improve Lucy’s dress, like how to adjust a seam and pin it back in place. Then he would undo his work and have Joseph try it. He would randomly whip off entire pieces of fabric from her body and showed him how to take accurate measurements.

At one point, he declared the dress would be better as a halter top. He plucked a few pins then whipped the entire thing off her saying he needed to run to the sewing machine. Lucy was left standing there in front of her crush wearing nothing but sleeves. If there had been any mystery about her body hidden from Joseph, it was now laid bare to his appreciative gaze. I would have said I envied that lucky boy. But my luck proved even better as Lucy, seemingly unable to resist the urge while she recounted the story, raised her other hand, and absently pinched one of her nipples. I almost died. I really, really wanted to try that!

Lucy was disappointed when Mr. Beski returned. He had altered her dress to have a halter style. I didn’t understand the big deal at first. She had worn halter tops before. But then she explained it was because when she wore it to school, she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it anymore. Her bra straps would show. She didn’t own a strapless or push up bra yet.

That decided, he only had one more alteration, but it was an important one. His original design was for a girl with a flat chest. After several months of development, Lucy no longer fit that description. So, he said he was going to have to cut a completely different front panel. Lucy had to stand very still while Mr. Beski showed Joseph how to take careful measurements of her updated breast dimensions. It was a critical area of a woman’s body that could make or break a dress, he said.

Then, he mercifully proclaimed the fitting over and that he would have her completed dress delivered within a week. Lucy, now once again rendered stitchless in front of Joseph, didn’t stick around after that. I wondered what he must have thought when she simply walked out the door completely naked and took off down the sidewalk. She then hid in the bushes until I got home to unlock the door and let her in, bringing the story up to the present.

Her story complete, I dismissed her to go take a bath. I heard the water running and filling the tub. I wanted to take care of some of my own urges, but I needed to know something first, so I held off. A few minutes later, the water drained, and Lucy came down. She had her hair wrapped up in a towel, but nothing wrapped around her body! Her skin was so pink and clean. She had come to ask where I put her clothes and I told her it was in her room.

I got to watch her naked, athletic bottom once more carry her up the stairs. How did it get so firm? She never worked out or anything! A minute later, I couldn’t resist. I snuck up the stairs as quietly as I could manage and listened outside her bedroom door. Sure enough, after a few seconds, my suspicions were confirmed. She was trying to stay quiet, but her voice carried through the closed door just loud enough for me to hear.

“Oh yes, Joseph,” she whimpered in a sultry voice, “It’s nice to see you, too!…UUNH!….Why, thank you!….AAH!….It’s my birthday suit!”

The End

Thank you for reading! That’s the end of book 1, but the series continues. Find the rest of Dare Me and other stories in my personal library at neverdoubted.icu.