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Background:

Emma and Duncan Pearson live in a rural community in Cornwall England. They moved into their current home with their parents a few years ago. The twins are 11 years old at the time of this story.

Stripchase:

A tradition has grown up so that each year during the long summer holidays all the local kids get together for a picnic and fun day on the moor. Despite the relatively small number of families in the rural communities there always seems to be at least one or two aged around 17 or 18 who are prepared to take charge of the event, help to organise and advertise and keep an eye on the younger kids who go along.

Unwritten rules suggest that nobody under 10 goes along as adults are not encouraged to join in. This event is a kids only affair.

Last year Emma and Duncan had not been allowed to attend as mum thought it was too dangerous for them to swim in the disused, water filled quarry which was the centre of the event. Now at the grand age of 11 they were given permission to go as long as they stayed together and looked out for each other.

The news had gone round last week that providing the weather held up the picnic would take place on Wednesday and that all kids taking part should assemble at the moors edge by 10.00

The weather proved to be excellent on the day and over 20 kids turned up to join in the fun. Some were dropped off by parents and the kids who lived close enough just walked. Each carried whatever food and drink they had been given for the event as well as balls, Frisbees, bats and whatever other equipment was deemed necessary.

This year the event leaders were Justin Webb and his girlfriend Amy. Both recently turned 18 and both keen to make sure this event went well.

Emma and Duncan were well packed with food and drink - much more than they could ever eat but there were always those who couldn't or wouldn't bring very much and they had been told to join in and share.

The last minute instructions given by mum were;

"remember to look out for each other, don't dive into the quarry, or jump for that matter - you never know what old equipment might be just under the waters edge - use the sun screen lotion often, don't swim straight after eating, don't be rude or cheeky to Justin or Amy, remember to say thank you and generally mind your manners and make sure you are home by 7.00"

The brief lecture seemed to go on for ages and as soon as it was over the twins charged out of the house with their gear before mum could think of any other items to add to their instructions.

They weren't the last to arrive at the meet but they certainly weren't the first - despite being amongst the closest!

Soon enough the group of children started their march over the moor towards the quarry.

The quarry itself was surrounded by a raised area. It was probably formed by the dumping of waste material from the works at the turn of the century but now formed part of the natural landscape of the moor. There was a single track into the quarry which climbed quite steeply. At the top of the rise you could see quite a long way in most directions before dropping down into the quarry area itself and being surrounded by the quarry walls.

Inside the quarry there was space for the kids to spread out and relax a bit but any more adventurous activities, other then swimming, would need to take place out of the quarry on the wide flat moorland area.

The few sheep wandering around the inside of the quarry left hurriedly as the youngsters descended rather noisily towards the water.

Most dumped their belongings and bags rather unceremoniously and stripped off the outer clothes to reveal swimwear underneath. By and large the unstated uniform that year was swimming shorts rather than trunks for the boys and bikinis rather than one piece suits for the girls. Almost all, younger and slightly older, seemed to have stuck to that unwritten rule.

Emma and Duncan were no different to the rest. Duncan was first to shimmy out of his jeans and t shirt and dash to the waters edge wearing a pair of brown swimshorts. Emma was only a few moments behind wearing her favourite red bikini. In truth, the previous year she hadn't bothered with a bikini top and nobody had shown any interest in the flat chested girl playing with the other kids. This year she was still as flat chested but another year older and far too grown up to be mistaken for a boy by not wearing the rather superfluous bikini top.

Emma hit the water a moment after Duncan and together with their friends and neighbours they swam and mucked about for quite a while.

Sometime around noon a few kids started drifting towards food parcels and that seemed to be the signal for everybody to exit the water for the picnic.

Emma and Duncan were joined by Emma's best friend Susan, an only child, and by two of Duncans friends Mark and Tom. The five had proven to be a close knit group over the years and today was no different.

They eat and chatted for quite a while and then Justin and Amy suggested some games on the moor - mainly to ensure that everybody had a chance for food to be digested at least a little before they hit the water again.

The more sensible kids, or maybe those who had had the best motherly lectures, donned t shirts at least before grabbing whatever kit they had and heading over the rise towards the moor area chosen as a games field for the afternoon.

They spent the next several hours playing ball games, having races and sometimes just sitting and chatting before heading back to the water for a last swim.

At around 5.00 Justin and Amy announced that they would be leaving shortly and that nobody was to go into the water once they had gone. There was, of course, no real authority there but everybody knew the rules and the rules meant that nobody argued with whoever had organised the event for that year.

A number of kids drifted off at the same time as Justin and Amy but there were a handful who wanted to make the day last as long as possible and were determined to stay that bit longer.

Included in that group were Emma, Duncan, Susan, Mark and Tom. With them were Toms cousin John (visiting from somewhere!) who was a year older at 12 and Marks older brother Chris who was 14.

They sat in a loose circle within the quarry discussing the options for games. They played a bit of football but that broke down fairly quickly as there simply weren't enough people to keep it viable. Somebody suggested a game of tag only to be met by the inevitable cry of "boring" and then Chris spoke up.

At 14 he was a natural hero to the younger boys and they stopped arguing to listen immediately.

"we could make a game of tag more interesting of course"

somebody asked how and Chris continued

"well we could have forfeits if you get caught"

"what kind of forfeits" said Tom

"we could play stripchase - you know if you get caught you have to take something off"

Nobody said anything.

Chris looked directly at Susan.

"well you up for it Suzi?"

She hesitated for only the briefest of moments before announcing that she thought it best to simply go home as it was nearly time anyway.

She stood and looked at Emma. Emma started to move but Chris wasn't finished yet.

"Well Emma, are you any good at running or are you chicken like Suzi there?"

Nobody else noticed the hook carefully baited by a teenage boy with hormones and a determination to get a girl naked if he possibly could.

Emma had always been used to playing with the boys and certainly wasn't about to let anybody call her chicken. Besides, she knew she was a good runner and that she had beaten most of her friends over short sprints.

"No, I have time to play for a bit" she said.

Susan said her goodbyes and went off to collect her gear before going home.

"OK" said Chris, "we better have some rules"

He pointed to a spot at the top of the rise on the approach track.

"that will be home - we'll dump all our gear there and anybody who makes it to that spot without being caught is safe"

"as there is only one girl we better make it fair. If she gets here then all of us boys take something off - if she gets caught then she takes something off. The game ends when somebody gets naked."

In view of the numbers it was agreed that the boys would have to chase Emma and that she would be given to the count of 100 to get away and hide before the boys started the chase.

The boys merged together in a huddle at the waters edge and started counting. Emma leapt away up the track.

As she passed by the pile of clothes and belongings that marked home she had an idea. Looking back to make sure the boys weren't watching she dashed behind a clump of gorse bushes a short distance from the pile and crouched down. Providing that the boys didn't notice her she would wait until they had gone past her and down the track some way before coming out of her hiding place behind them and claiming the first victory.

Whilst she waited she went through the probabilities in her mind. She had one extra article of clothing in the form of her bikini top. Other than that she had t shirt, bikini bottoms and trainers. The boys were all wearing t shirts over their swim shorts and trainers. She knew she was quite fast and had the advantage of time to hide. Suddenly it seemed quite likely that she would win this game. What would it be like to see the boys naked. It had been some time since she and Duncan stopped bathing together and Chris being older was a whole knew thing.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of 4 boys trudging up the track towards her.

Peering between the gorse branches she noticed somebody's feet walk past and then heard them stop a short distance away. They were obviously scanning the area from the top of the rise to see if they could see where she was.

After only a few seconds she heard them move off down the track.

She counted slowly to 25 and then cautiously peered out of her hiding place. Sure enough the boys were almost at the bottom of the rise. She stepped out of her concealment moved into the middle of the pile of clothes and equipment and called out to them.

Pretty soon she was surrounded by annoyed boys who called her a cheat and said it would have to start again etc.

Chris stood back.

"naw its ok boys. Let her win this one - we'll get even later"

Their leader had spoken. A small huddle later they all took off their t shirts and tossed them into the pile before heading back into the quarry for another counting session.

Emma watched until they had started their count and then hurtled down the slope. This time she knew that they would search the gorse and she had to come up with something different.

As she neared the foot of the slope she knew what she was going to do. She turned a sharp left and ran around the side of the quarry walls. She knew she needed to be quick to be out of sight and behind the quarry before they got to the top of the rise. The plan was simple - circle round the quarry and hope to sneak back to the track after that had moved away.

She barely made it but she was safely out of sight before she heard them talking excitedly at the top of the track. She pictured them searching through the gorse without the protection of their t shirts and than continued around the rear of the quarry as planned.

By the time she got round towards the front of the quarry she could see Tom and Duncan some way off. They were fanning out and carefully searching through the bracken trying to flush her out. She moved a bit further forward until she could see Mark and Chris a little further off.

Once satisfied that they were moving away from her she dashed around the side of the quarry and headed for the track.

Something made Duncan turn round just at that minute. He raised the alarm and all four of the boys turned and started racing back. Chris was the fastest but he was also the furthest away and as Emma glanced over her shoulder she knew that her only problem might be Duncan himself who wasn't directly chasing her but moving to cut her off at the foot of the track.

She knew it would be close and put in as much effort as she could muster. She could hear him breathing hard now and knew it was going to be much closer than she had planned.

Suddenly she felt his hand on her arm. Instinctively, she shook her arm hard and was lucky enough to break his grip before he had properly made it. Equally luckily, Duncan lost his footing slightly and that gave Emma the extra space she needed to get up the track to the pile ahead of Duncan and the other boys.

Once all assembled Duncan complained that he had touched her and that she must have lost. The other boys agreed.

"Wait" said Emma "the rules are that you have to catch me, not just touch me so I win"

After a bit more arguing the boys reluctantly agreed that those were the words used. Chris smiled at her and promised that he would catch her next time before ordering the boys to lose their trainers.

Wearing just their swim shorts they walked back into the quarry to start the next count.

With no trainers Emma knew she could outrun all of them over the rough ground and whilst she looked for a suitable hiding place she thought about whether or not the boys would actually strip for her. What a tale she would have to tell Susan if they did. Four boys all naked in front of her.

Emma came to a drainage ditch partially hidden by bracken and slipped down inside.
Parting the bracken she watched the top of the rise for the boys to come up. This time she would simply let them spread out far enough and then dash through the centre and back to the safety of the pile.

Chris lead the boys up the track to the top. As he got there he caught a flash of red off to the right. He stopped and turned to talk to the others.

Explaining what he had seen he urged them not to point at her hiding place or make any suggestion that she might have been seen. He explained what he wanted each of them to do and then led them down the track.

Once at the bottom the boys fanned out but not too much. The fan was generally in the direction of the flash of red bikini that Chris had spotted from the top of the rise but not so obviously that Emma might notice and make them chase her very far. Chris was painfully aware that the lack of shoes would make them a lot slower and he was also painfully aware that if she beat them again not only would he have to consider stripping naked for this little girl but he would also miss the chance to get her naked.

As Chris and Tom moved forward Mark and Duncan deliberately held back a bit.

Looking out of her hiding place Emma could see the boys fanning out. It was a pity they were moving roughly towards her but not a serious problem. She would simply wait for a gap to appear and outrun them.

She couldn't actually see her brother any more but Mark was waving to him and shouting for him not to go too far. He must be way off to the left then she reasoned.

She watched as Chris and Tom came closer. She watched the gap widening and she grinned.

Suddenly the thoughts of four naked lads were quite appealing to her - not that she had ever thought about such things before.

Her reverie was shattered by the realisation that Chris and Tom were now running directly towards her. She must have been seen.

Standing up she turned away and clambered out of the ditch on the opposite side.

Mark was well off to the left. She still couldn't see Duncan. He was obviously too far away to be a problem.

Emma waited for Chris and Tom to get to the ditch and as soon as they landed in it she neatly jumped back the other way and started sprinting for the track. Mark was running towards her now but he was far too far away. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that Chris was out of the ditch and running but that Tom was still clambering out.

She had to stop herself from laughing out loud as she knew she had to concentrate on the job at hand. Then Duncan was in front of her........he simply stood up out of the bracken where he had been hiding and opened his arms. She collided with him and they both went down in a heap. She was up again almost instantly but Duncan grabbed her ankle and pulled her down again. She kicked out and was almost free and away when Chris pounced on her.

She was roughly turned over and pinned on her back.

"well Ems, you have definitely been caught this time. Are you ready to strip for us?"

Emma looked up at Chris and told him that losing her tshirt was no big deal.

The boys let her up and walked her back to the pile where she pulled the tshirt over her head and dropped it on the pile.

"I still have 3 items to lose" she said "I reckon you guys will be showing me your bits pretty soon".

Slightly chastened the boys walked past her and down to the quarry floor for the next count.

Emma, aware that her red bikini had given her away and equally aware that she now had nothing to cover it up decided that the round the back of the quarry move was called for again. After all, she was pretty sure that the boys didn't really know which way she had gone that last time.

Off she went down the track as fast as she could. At the bottom she jumped down the last few feet and than belted round the side of the quarry to get out of sight. This time though Chris got to the top of the rise just in time to see some pale flesh and red bikini flashes disappear round the back of the quarry.

Once again he marshalled his troops.

As Emma came round the side of the quarry she looked for the boys.

Duncan and Mark were fanned out ahead in the usual pattern. She moved a bit further and quickly saw Tom actually moving roughly in her direction.

Crouching down she reasoned that she would let him pass her hiding spot and then nip around behind him.

Duncan and Mark made sure that they were well out in the open. Tom was playing his part well too.

Chris moved cautiously round the edge of the quarry. He could see Duncan and Mark and if he stood up he could catch a glimpse of Tom. Emma had to be hiding somewhere just in front of him.

Emma waited for Tom to move out of position but he was so very very slow!

She heard a noise behind her and, looking back, saw Chris trying to slip up behind her. That was it then, no time for careful plans. She stood and bolted from her hiding place. Chris whistled and all the boys started converging on the spot.

Emma knew that she had to get past Tom before the others arrived, but Tom was exactly where she didn't want him. Rather than head towards her he had darted back towards the track to cut her off.

It was hopeless and Emma knew it but she had to try.

As it turned out Tom grabbed her and held hold tight until the others arrived and she was pronounced the loser of the round.

Chris, ever the leader, spoke for the boys.

"Well Ems, you gonna lose the trainers or do you want to give us a bit of a show and lose part of that bikini?"

Emma took off her trainers and added them to the pile whilst the boys giggled all the way down the slop to the quarry floor.

"Don't forget Ems" Chris yelled back "next time you're caught part of that bikini comes off"

Having lost the advantage of footwear Emma knew she had to be careful and lucky this time. She knew that she didn't really have anything to hide up top but that didn't really matter.

Her eyes were drawn to the ditch she had used before and, more importantly, to a rock above the ditch a short way from where she had hidden before.

She got to the ditch just before the boys crested the rise. Moving slowly she crept along the bottom of the ditch to the rock. Once behind it she knew that she couldn't be seen from the rise. She just had to hope that nobody had spotted her already.

Chris was annoyed. Despite persuading the others to count only as far as 75 this time they hadn't got to the ridge in time to see her. Now they would truly have to search for her. Would she have gone round the back of the quarry again in a kind of double bluff. He didn't think so but he couldn't take the chance.

He sent Duncan off around the quarry but in the opposite direction so that if he did run into her she would have to retrace her steps the long way round and give them a chance to catch up with her. Mark and Tom were set off in a fan to the right and left, but instead of just walking forwards this time he had them zig zag. Chris wandered the central path a short way behind.

The boys advanced slowly, all the time looking out for the quick dash from concealment that had become Emma's trademark. For her part Emma waited, sneaking the occasional peek around the side of the rock but otherwise just waiting.

She waited a long time but eventually saw Tom cross the ditch off to her left. Looking the other way she made out Mark in roughly the same position to her right. She couldn't see Chris or Duncan and didn't dare risk moving whilst Mark and Tom were on her side of the rock.

As Mark and Tom moved further onwards she started to hear footsteps close by and realised that either Chris or Duncan were very close. She froze in place.

She could hear somebody tapping on her rock - then movement to the left and she caught site of Chris at the edge of the ditch. Once again she froze in place.

He dropped into the ditch no more and 10 feet away and then looked straight at her.

As soon as he had started to turn his head in her direction Emma had started to move. By the time he let out a frustrated shout to the others she was already out of the ditch and heading back.

Mark and Tom were charging back towards the ditch and Chris was clambering out behind Emma - only Duncan was unaccounted for.

Then she saw him. He had heard the shout and was charging round the quarry from the rear. This was going to be very close.

Emma ran as fast as she could over the rough ground. At least all of the boys were barefooted too. They would be risking rocks and thorns the same as she.

A quick glance behind her told her that Mark and Tom were dropping back but Chris was keeping up and possibly even gaining slightly. But her big problem was going to be Duncan. Her brother angled towards her aiming to both meet up with her and get between her and the track to safety.

As the gap closed Emma tried to think of a way past him. She started running off to the left a little and he compensated with his own movements. Then she darted right and again he compensated - still heading steadily towards her.

By the time they were 15 feet apart Emma had all but stopped in an attempt to out manoeuvre Duncan and in doing so had pretty much forgotten about Chris.

Emma knew that she would have to just rush Duncan and push past and she started off fast. Duncan braced for the inevitable impact but prepared himself for any last minute changes to her course - but she never made it.

As Emma started her sprint towards Duncan she felt arms around her thighs. Hands reached round and locked together before sliding down her legs in a classic rugby tackle.

Emma crashed to the floor and Chris climbed up her body and straddled her.

Chris promptly gave the orders and the boys hoisted Emma up and carried her up the track to the quarry. Once inside she was set down with Tom and Mark keeping a gentle but firm grip on her arms.

"So Ems, you gonna get your tits out this time?"

Emma said nothing.

Chris moved around behind her and undid the string at the back of her bikini top. She tensed as she felt his hands move up to the string behind her neck. He pulled the string undone but held it in place for a few seconds. Then he reached around and roughly pulled the material away.

Please with his handiwork he wandered around front to have a look and whilst the other boys looked on he reached out and pinched Emma's right nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

"Nice nips Ems - can't wait to get your pants off now - just one more round then huh"

"I don't think so" said Emma. "I think that's the end of the game and I'm going home now"

Chris was silent for a few seconds and then "If you leave now you will be the loser - are you ok with that?"
Emma nodded.

"Fine then, the rules also say that the game ends when one team or the other is naked. So if Emma has lost then we have to see her naked. What do you think boys?"

Emma's protests were in vain. 

All the boys, including Duncan, agreed that she had to be naked if she was the loser. 

She struggled and Chris decided she would be easier to handle lying down. A quick order later and she was on her back with each arm outstretched and held in place by Mark and Tom. Duncan was sat on her legs and Chris, well Chris was free to move about as he wanted.

He knelt beside her and absently played with one nipple whilst gently tugging at the tie string on one side of her bikini bottoms. Mark quickly caught on and took advantage of his position to play with the other nipple in a similar fashion.

For Emma it seemed to take ages for the tie to come undone. When she finally felt it fall loose beside her she let out a small gasp.

Chris got to his feet and went around to the other side. The scene was repeated with Tom having his chance to feel up his first bare chested girl.

Once both ties were undone Chris stood again.

The flimsy material was just resting over Emma's groin area. Chris adjusted Duncan's position on Emma's legs, having him sit on one leg and lean on the other with his hands. This had the effect of parting her legs a little.

Then Chris knelt beside her again. He had a quick look to make sure that all his followers could see the main event and then he cupped Emma's little mound with his right hand. He slowly scrunched up the material in his fist and then pulled so it came free from underneath her. The bikini bottoms were then tossed aside and Emma was left naked and very vulnerable on the floor.

"As Ems tried to cheat us out of this I think we all deserve to have a bit of a feel don't you boys?"

Emma was ignored and the boys took turns feeling around her mound and even cupping her arse. Duncan didn't join in though - he just sat and watched his sister being abused.

It was Chris who finally got up the courage to actually insert a finger into Emma. It didn't go very far in but it went in much to all the boys admiration and Emma's disgust.

Finally Chris stood up and collected Emma's bikini top and bottom.

"OK boys, you can let her up now."

He had the boys stand in line beside him.

"Ems, if you want your clothes back then you have to kiss each of us first"

"No way" was Emma's immediate response

Chris just stuffed the bikini into his pocket and turned to walk away.

"Ok" she cried.

Duncan excused himself and went and sat on a rock to watch his sisters' final humiliation.

Emma approached Tom who wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard like he had seen on the tv.

Mark was much the same except that he remembered that she was naked and ran his hands up and down her body whilst they kissed. Then it was time for Chris and Emma just knew it wouldn't be that simple with him.

As she approached he put one arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him. Once again he inserted a finger into her cunt and then kissed her from the side so that his boys could see exactly what he was doing.

He held her there for ages as far as Emma was concerned. One hand on her arse which pushed her forwards onto the finger which was inserted inside of her.

He broke the kiss moved away and tossed her bikini over to her.

"Hope to see more of you this summer Ems" and then he Mark and Tom walked up the quarry and away picking up there gear from the safety pile on the way.

Emma got dressed and then she and Duncan walked home silently.

The End.
