Hot Summer Job/That's good enough, let her get changed
"That definitely wasn't 20, but... fine. Your dare is done. You can get changed now."
Bree sits up, a surprised little smile on her face. She tugs at her skirt, thinking to herself, but doesn't make a move. Eventually she looks at you, saying "But I get to dare you now, right?"
A shrug preceeds your attempt at apathy. "You hardly earned it, but fine. I just can't promise I won't dare you back."
Bree cackles quietly, looking you up and down while scheming up a dare of her own creation. Her face then lights up with glee as an idea strikes her.
"Wait here!"
Bree dashes away and up the stairs leaving you alone. You finish off another slice of pizza and finally notice the teen sitcom playing on the TV. You watch for a couple minutes, waiting for your sister to return. She probably is getting changed now. A little disappointing, but it's probably for the best. You move from the couch to try to find the remote and something better to watch.
"You're not supposed to move!" scolds your sister just as you step away from the couch. Curiously she’s still wearing her same outfit, that devilishly short fake skort.
"I’m not!" You sit right back down and put your hands up dramatically. "See? What gives? Is my dare to sit here bored?"
"Nooo," replies Bree, smiling naughtily. Both her hands are hidden behind her back. "Close your eyes."
You follow her orders with a scoff. "I hope there’s a dare here somewhere."
"Yep! Your dare is that you have to wear... This!"
You open your eyes to find Bree shoving her hands at your face. In them she’s holding the shiny and stretchy material of a blue swimsuit. More accurately, a full on bikini with yellow strings and edging. It can’t be mom’s since it looks very small, definitely kid-sized. Thankfully the strings you can see are tied into large bows suggesting they have a lot of slack available.
"You want me to wear your swimsuit?"
Bree nods with a giggle. "Yep! Well, just the top. But I get to put it on you!"
You groan and sigh, as if this is some hardship you're relenting to undertake. "Fine. I kinda have to if it’s a dare," you add.
Your sis does a little happy dance before she reaches forward to peel your shirt off. You had at least contemplated having a normal evening earlier, but with your sister already stripping you that isn't bound to be a likely outcome. She tosses your shirt aside then pulls you to your feet. You stand patiently as your sis picks at the knots of the small suit. Once that’s sorted, Bree hops up onto the couch and passes the strings around your neck. She doesn't have that much slack to work with, but she manages to get the neck ties together with enough length for the fabric cups to be able to cover your nipples. The 'cups’ aren't very shapely though, just flat triangular patches of fabric. Definitely a match for you sister’s flat chest. But the patches are also quite small. Even on your sister you wouldn't call this modest
Bree pulls the second set of strings behind your back. She has more trouble with these with even less string to work with, but she gets it tied quickly enough. You’re turned around to face her where she then adjusts each triangle, shifting them apart to give proper coverage to both of your nipples despite only partially covering your mostly nonexistent pecs. A satisfied little squeal signals your sister’s satisfaction.
"And how long do I have to wear this thing exactly?"
Bree taps a finger against her lips in consideration, examining you in your skimpy new top. "Umm... you have to wear it to bed! Buuuut you ‘’should’’ wear it longer! It totally suits you!" she declares.
"Shut up. It does not."
Suddenly self conscious, you move toward a small mirror on the wall. The bright yellow and dark blue fabric really pop against your skin tone. It’s definitely a little embarrassing to be wearing the functional equivalent of a bra, and just plain feels weird. Seeing the tiny top covering your otherwise bare chest would certainly make people question whether matching bikini bottoms might be found beneath your shorts.
Bree just keeps giggling, tickled with herself. "I think your boobs look great!"
"Yeah? Well I think you need another dare!"