"You, chum!" said Johnny, as the others settled down. "What d'you want?"
"Oh, I suppose I might as well have a Dare," he said.
Johnny looked at Sylvia. "Then I dare you, Colin, to take off that bra thing of your cousin's. Sylvia, you have to stand up, now, over here."
Sylvia made a moue of simulated annoyance, and strolled long-leggedly over to where Johnny stood, and turned to face the others. Colin, with an almost arrogant smile, followed her and, at Johnny's indication, stood behind his cousin, while the Inquisitor stood to one side. Taking the older girl's hands, he placed them on her hips, then fumbled at her back with the knot of the halter. In a moment the thin white cotton eased forward and from beneath it flowed two tanned crescents of soft flesh. Very slowly Colin slid his hands up the careless, defiant-eyed girl's arms to her slim shoulders until his fingers were under the loose strings there and then, as slowly, pulled his hands apart so that the material of the halter inched down over the budding breasts, not quite baring the nipples.
Maryon noticed that even Karen, her own part-nakedness seemingly forgotten, was leaning forward to watch the denuding of her girlfriend. Holding the thing together at the back, Colin flipped the shoulder straps down past Sylvia's elbows and lifted her bent arms out of them, letting her hands return to their akimbo position. Now he took an end of the halter in each of his hands and, parting them, began to pull the thing back and forth across her, affording tantalizing glimpses of her young breasts to the others. After a minute of this, during which Sylvia stirred restlessly on her feet, swaying her hips, he dramatically ripped the cloth away, leaving her totally exposed. And, because of the friction of the cloth on her breasts as he'd teased it across them, her small pink nipples, red-ended, stood out from her like hard round berries. While Colin moved out from behind her, throwing the halter on the growing pile of discarded clothes on the straw, and stood where he could clearly see her, the brazen thirteen-year-old stood there in her loose white shorts alone for all of them to see, probably proud that she gave them a better showing than had Karen when similarly displayed.
For her age her breasts were quite full… firm and round and as tanned as the rest of her slender body, smooth and balanced and large enough to cause a thin dark line of shadow as they slightly overlapped the fair skin below, and just touching each other. As she deliberately took a deep breath they seemed to swell, parted, then came together again, jouncing gently, their hard nipples casting their own black shadows on the soft globes. Bridling at the others' obvious admiration, she flushed delicately, and slowly brought her hands up from her hips, across her flat belly, and up until she could cup her child-sized but bounteous bosom, lifting them separately as though to offer further and closer examination.
Maryon stared, fascinated at this display, and inwardly hoped that some day she, too, would be as well endowed. Certainly it was what boys admired in a girl, judging from the absorption of the three in the barn. After a long, enraptured minute Johnny, with a gulp, said softly: "Uh, Sylvia, it's your turn now. What do you want?"
Still absently fondling herself, with a secret smile in her eyes, she said, "MMmmmmMMMhhh! Johnny, can't you guess?"
"Yeah… well, um, Sylvia, uh Colin did his thing okay, and now you'd better get back over there, huh?"
Maryon laughed to herself at the way he was upset by his girl's enjoyment of herself and her stark exposure to the others. Dreamily, and with a sigh which jiggled her tits, Sylvia sat down cross-legged next to the hay-bale. "Oh, all right," she said. "I'll have a Truth."
Johnny looked relieved. "All right, then… ah… Maryon seems to have more clothes on than any of the rest of us… so, is it true, Sylvia, that you'd like to take three things off her? Name 'em and take 'em off?"
Again Maryon seemed to be the focus, and she dimpled. Beside her, Sylvia stirred and turned to look up at her. "I think, first… the hat."
"Take it off for her, then!"
Sylvia got up and stood in front of Maryon. As she leaned over her full breasts swung out from her and, as the older girl's hands deftly removed her ribboned hat for her, the youngster found herself staring at the soft, swinging mounds before her eyes, the nipples now sunken back into their rosy aureoles. The hat was skated to the top of the pile, then Sylvia's voice was saying: "And the jacket," and her hands were pushing the shoulders of the blue jacket down over her arms. "Why don't you stand up-it's easier," said Sylvia, softly and, as the little girl obediently rose, brought the jacket down her arms and threw it away from her.
Now, Maryon was rather glad she'd worn so many clothes, otherwise three might have left her nothing, what with her lost panties and all. What would go next? Her tie? Shoes, socks? But the other girl's slim fingers were at her waist. "And the skirt, I think," and before Maryon had time to think, she felt a loosening of her belt. The short zipper at the side took a second, and then she was somewhat dazedly stepping out of the brown skirt before it, too, was consigned to the pile. She felt a breeze up about her stomach as the blouse fell loosely about her. She was wearing nothing underneath, Lois deeming her far too young for even a training bra – oh, how she wished she had tittles like Sylvia's! – and, apart from the tie still knotted neatly at her throat, her only coverings apart from the froth-fronted white silk blouse were her knee-high white socks and her black shiny shoes. Luckily, she thought, the level hem of her blouse came halfway down her thighs, but even so, when she came to sit back down on the hay-bale, its tightness caused it to ride up further, and she could feel prickly straw uncomfortably against her chubby bottom.
With a casual "Okay?" Sylvia resumed her cross-legged seat on the floor and, as casually, rested one warm hand on Maryon's knee. "It's your turn now, kiddo," she said. "You have to go out there and ask us all what we want."
Maryon considered, acutely aware of five pairs of older eyes turned and burning on her. She wasn't too sure of herself… it was a lot easier to let other people make the decisions, and they seemed to know a lot better than she did how this game really worked. Perhaps if she could get through it fast, so that it would be someone else's turn quickly? "All right, Sylvia," she said, hesitantly. "But – but I'd just as soon sit here."
"Righto, Maryon Alysun," called Colin, from the end, so she turned to Karen and asked her what she wanted.
As she'd hoped, she was able to move through them without having to think up anything very complicated, until she got to Colin.
Karen, on a Dare, had to take Derek's T-shirt off. Derek himself had to prove he truthfully liked to kiss Karen, which took a long time and a lot of strenuous movement as the couple embraced on the floor. Colin excused himself for a moment and left the barn, saying he'd come in on the end of the line, so Sylvia was next. She promised to take off Johnny's shirt, and did so, leaving the five of them bare from the waist up, which nobody seemed to mind. Johnny chose a Promise, too, and the little Inquisitor had to think for a moment, until she had him promise to find out whether Sylvia wore anything underneath her loose white shorts. Instead of unbuttoning herself, older girl stretched out one slim tanned leg, rolled and guided Johnny's eager hand up under the leg of the brief garment until it vanished altogether from view. But beneath the thin cotton they could all see his fingers stretching and spanning the beautifully curved mounds of Sylvia's pert ass, and believed him when he told them: "Not a thing!"