The Evans Family on Television

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Natalie, along with her daughter Kimberly and son Mark, arrived at
the studio. She was a bit dismayed at the small size of the acutal
set. Shortly after arriving they were met by the director who introduced to two people who would conduct the interviews for some questions that just might be asked.
After the rather personal interview they were told to change into
appropriate attire, to eliminate the chance of soiling their own clothes, and escorted back to the studio. After being positioned on the stage they watched as the audience was brought in.
A young man, dressed in a suit, entered and introduced himself to
them. He made sure that they were not tense or nervous. After being
cued by the floormanager he said, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm your host Brad Nichols. Welcome to Dare the Family. The show that dares to get personal about family intimacy. Tonight we have the Evans Family consisting of Natalie, Mark, and Kimberly." He then welcomed them to the show while the audience applauded.
"We'll glad to be here, Brad," Natalie replied. Though a bit self-conscious about her rather skimpy attire, which was a bit revealing,
she waved to the audience.
"I'm glad to hear that, Mrs. Evans. Cause on this show we will expose your most hidden secrets." After explaining the rules, and
the purpose of the four little yellow bottles, he told them that each
question was worth $50.
Taking a look at the cards, containing the questions, he turned to Mark. "Okay, Mark, for $50, answer this question. What size are your
sister's breasts?"
Taking a few seconds to look over at her to try to approximate their size, and being informed by Brad Nichols that he only had fie
seconds to answer, he blurted out, "31D."
Informing him that he was incorrect Brad read off the correct answer. "Actually, it is 32B." He then instructed Kimberly to squirt
her brother in the chest.
Kim had no qualms about it and enjoyed the thought of doing it. The top was a tight thin blue cotton material scooped open from the shoulders to the navel held tight against the chest by elastic.
Brad asked him the next question. "Mark, assuming your sister has
pubic hair, what color is it?"
"Blonde," he answered without hesitation.
"Correct, Mark, and you now have $50." Smiling at Kim he turned to the audience. "Hey wow hey! Kim has hair!" Leading them in an
applause, accompanied by some hoots and hollers, he again turned his
attention to Mark. "Okay, this one is about your mom. Does your mother have pubic hair or does she shave?"
Trying to catch a glimpse, to help in answering and unable to see
any hint under the thin material, Mark replied, "She shaves."
Brad informed Mark that he was wrong. Since the question was about Natalie Evans she now had the priviledge of squirting him. Picking up her bottle to squirt her son Brad informed her that she had
to squirt, in ten seconds, the contents of the bottle into his pants.
"Oooh," she cooed and pulled the elastic away. Taking a second to peer in, she smiled, and emptied the contents of the bottle.
Happening to glance at the monitor she was surprized at what she saw. They were told about the two cameras on the floor but not of the one above. She sighed, "Oh boy," as she saw his genitals exposed on the fortytwo inch screen in full view of, not only her, but the
audience as well.
"Okay, Mark, you only got $50. Here is your final question. What
is the texture of your sister's pubic hair, is it fuzzy or frizzy?"
Mark answered, hoping he was right, but he was not. So Kim got the chance to again squirt her brother. She had previously smiled at the winking cameraman so had not seen the monitor display.
"Wait a minute, young lady," Brad stopped her as she picked up a 
bottle, "you can't squirt him now. You gotta mush it around in his pants."
"Okay, I guess," she said, though a bit hesitant to do it, considering her mother had pointed out the camera above the set.
"Mush it! Mush it!" the audience cried.
Kim pulled the eleastic waistband away and, looking at the yellow
mustard-like goop covering his male anatomy, she stuck her hand in and
mushed it around taking advantage of the chance to fondle her brother.
The audience cheered watching, not only the monitor, but her smiling enthusiasm as well. They applauded as she took full liberty with her hand and went ballistic when they saw the hintings of an
erection taking place.
"Hey wow, Kimberly, you really enjoyed doing that," Brad remarked.
"Yeah, I did," she commented with a smile, "wow."
"Okay, Kimberly Evans, your turn now. How much do you know? First
question is way too easy. What color is your brother's pubic hair?"
"Oh that's easy, Brad," she answered, "blonde."
Mark was devastated when Brad informed her that she was right. He
had so wanted the chance to squirt her in the center of her chest as well. Hopefully, he thought, the next question would be about him and
he might get the chance.
"Okay, Kim, question two. In terms of total length, how long is his erect penis?" He explained the question to her so she would understand what was meant.
She thought about the question, taking almost the allotted time of
five seconds, and blurted out, "five and a half inches!"
"Sorry, Kim, wrong," Brad informed her and the audience. "The correct answer is six and a fourth." He then informed Mark that he
was allowed to squirt her in the chest.
Mark was delighted and emptied the bottle in record time making sure to cover every inch of the exposed part as well as her breasts which were covered by the material. The goop was chilled which caused her squirm as it contacted her skin allowing Mark, and the 
audience, to see her tense up, tightening her breasts and showing her pouty nipples press against the thin cotton.
"Okay, Kim, you also got $50. Your third question is about your
mother. What size are her breasts?"
Kim knew the answer to that one. Oftentimes she had shopped with
her mother when she would buy bras. "34C," she replied.
"Right you are, Miss Evans," Brad informed her telling her she now had $100. "The final question is about Mark. Does he have any hair on his testicles?"
"No," she answered quickly.
"Though not a lot he does have have a few strands. So the answer is yes." He informed Mark that he could now squirt his sister in the
pants. "Hey, whatya think audience, should he close his eyes? Should
we deny him the chance to see?"
"No," they screamed, "let him look! Let him look!"
Mark was overjoyed at the chance. He had often fantacized about
looking at her puffy mound. Realizing he had ten seconds he would take advantage to really study every little detail. He quickly, to
take advantage of the time allowed, pulled the elastic away and looked into her pants. He smiled, and the audience who could see everything on the monitor, cheered. 
As she only had a small triangle of light blonde hair he could see her slit. He made sure to cover every inch of her puffy pubic mound and, deliberately, made sure to grease her slit the most. He was please that she accomodated him as she spread her legs. Mark got to see quite a bit of her as did the audience as the cold yellow goop
crept into every little crevice of her exposed sexuality.
Brad now informed Natalie that it was her turn to answer questions about her children. "How much to you know about them, eh Natalie?"
"I know everything about them, Brad," she said with a smile and a
wink to the audience.
"How about we find out then. Your first question is this. At what age did they take baths on their own?"
"That would be six for Kim and seven for Mark," Brad."
"Very good, Mrs. Evans, you just got $50. Your next question is this. At what age did you first notice an erection on your son?"
Natalie answered and was told that it was wrong. 
Therefore Mark was allowed to squirt his mother in the chest. As
the cold goo hit her chest she, too, squirmed and, due to the tightness of the outfit, exposed more of her a breast than she had intended to. Mark smiled as it popped from its protection much, not only to his delight, but the audience as well. As the chilling liquid dripped onto her nipple it swelled up.
"Do cover yourself up, Mrs. Evans," Brad chided. "Your next question is this." 
Asking the question caused Natalie a bit of concern. The question he asked was not an easy one about her daughter and she winced at the thought of being wrong about its answer. If she was correct then she
could, at least, retain a semblance of modesty. However, in her eagerness to answer, she failed to think carefully about the actual
question. When informed she was wrong, she sighed, "Oh well."
Kim, sine it was the thrid question, was alowed to squirt her mother in the pants. Anxious to see the blonde bush of her mother she quickly pulled the elastic away. She allowed herself the vision
of the lovely forest of blonde pubic hair.
As the audience cheered Mark couldn't help but stare at the monitor. Damn, he thought, she was beautiful. Staring at the monitor
he watched his sister goop up the thicket. he smiled at the thought
of being able to mush his hand in it. Though he thought the odds of that were slim as his mother was too smart for that.
Brad, too, looked at the monitor as did the audience. "I will say this, Mrs. Evans, you are one cute gal." The audience agreed as he asked the last, and final question. "Did Mark ever have long curly
hair?"
"Yes, Brad, he did," she answered, "until his first haircut at
four."
Brad replied that she was right and informed them that, in the quiz, they had won $250. He further informed that they could keep the
money and quit or go on to the obstacle and get a chance to make more.
With a bit of confering, with Kimberly and Mark, Natalie commented
about their consideration. "Hey, Brad, we're having so much fun, we
want to go on."
"Okay great! The Evans family decided to go on." The audience cheered as he explained teh three obstacles to them. He was careful to mention that, if by chance, they lost on the first one they would
forfeit all the money that had won so far. "You can still decline."
"That's okay. We wanna double our money, Brad." Natalie smiled
at him and winked at the audience.
"Oh, my dear young lady, you can do more than that. Each obstacle
is worth $100. The last one could get you three grand."
"Oh?" Natalie couldn't help but ponder out loud. "How?"
"In due time, Natalie," Brad replied turning his attention to the
three obstacles they had to do.
The first obstacle, he explained, would only be for a hundred as it
only concerned one of them. It was a bowling game and they had to get
a strike. The next one, for all three, was a moat twenty feet long which they had to swim. The third one consisted of a ladder, fifteen
feet high with a cloth covered shanty at the top, and a covered slide
thirtytwo feet long. "So, if you get all three obstacles, in the time allowed for each, you gain an additional seven hundred totalling
nine hundred fifty dollars." 
Natalie took the ball in hand and let it fly down the alley smack into the pins. Nine went down immediately but the seven pin wobbled.
Just as the time expired it went down. 
Now they moved onto the second one and each had to swim the twenty foot pool in fifteen seconds. Mark went first, stepped out, and hit the button which sounded the alarm. He was selfconscious about the
wet tight pants which displayed his manhood, including his now prominant erection.
Kim dove in next and shivered at the icy water. As she emerged everyone could see her swollen nipples. Dashing to the buzzer she squashed her hand on it. Turning to the audience they, as well as Mark, could see how the wet shorts clung to her puffy mound.
Natalie was last and she too let them see quite a bit. She applauded herself as she slammed a hand against the buzzer. Bowing
gracefully to the audience she didn't care about any exposure that could ensue because of it. The tops of her shapely breasts poked out of the top which got her numerous cheers and gracious applause.
The third obstacle was, by far, the messiest of the three. Under the thirtytwo foot covered slide was a river of chocolate. Brad explained that to them, was happy they consented to do it, and then
isolated Natalie and Kimberly in a soundproof booth beneath the ladder.
After Mark climbed the ladder and stepped into the covered booth at the top Brad asked him he would like to get an extra three grand.
When Mark asked how Brad explained that he had to slide down the river of chocolate without the benefit of the outfit. 
Mark could hear the enthusiasm of the audience and took off his
wet outfit. Being informed that he could clean himself up he took advantage of that and then slid down the chocolate shoot. With his genitals covered in chocolate he emerged from the other end and dashed toward the bell. 
Kimberly was next to climb the ladder. Informed of the same three grand, and what she had to do to get it, she pondered about it for a
few minutes. Without wincing words, she said, "Screw it, Brad, I want that three grand." 
Emerging from the other end she dashed towards the bell to ring it in the time allowed. In the process of sprinting towards it her tiny breasts flung chocolate sauce all over the stage. She didn't care that the audience, and her brother as well, was staring at them as they bounced about.
Natalie, having arried in the small covered booth, was also told of the extra money and the means to get it. Hoping to coax more she
advanced a proposition. "What if you remove the cover on the tube?"
Brad asked the audience about that and was greeted by thunderous applause. "Okay, Natalie, you get an additional grand." 
After the cover was removed, exposing the river of chocolte, she
thought about another idea. Her proposition met with overwhelming enthusiasm and an additional three. She knew, that if she agreed to her own idea, she would expose herself, unclothed to the audience, covered in yellow goop. "Brad, drop it."
The cover on the booth was dropped causing the audience to cheer as she curtsyed trowards them. Rubbing the towel on herself she was
not the least bit concerned that she was exposing her sexuality, not only to the audience in the studio but at home as well, to Mark and
Kimberly. She waved enthusiastically, bouncing her breasts for enjoyment, and spread her legs allowing them to see everything she had to offer.
Hearing the camera zoom in she laid down on the platform and spread her legs wide. All watched the monitor as she exposed the
essence of her sexuality. Regaining her feet she thanked them for their gleeful enthusiasm.
Brad glanced up at her. "Natalie Evans, wanna get an extra two?"
"Oh yeah," she screamed jumping about.
"Masterbate up there and you got it!" Brad said, hoping to see her excite herself sexually, as he turned his attention to the audience. "Say, how about it?" He whispered to them.
His question spread like wildfire and soon the audience was chanting, "Show your clit! Show your clit!"
Brad informed her of the closeup, for verification, and told her that if she did she would get an extra three grand. "Do you want the extra three grand, Mrs. Evans?"
She had masterbated about five minutes, giving everyone a thrill, and now had the chance to really excite them. In order to do what was asked of her she really had to arouse herself. She was sure that that would excite them to a frenzy. "Sure, Brad."
About nine minutes passed and Brad exclaimed, "Damn, ladies and
gentlemen," as the camera zoomed in on her vagina, "we got a gorgeous clit." Thinking a moment he added, "You get chocolate on it and you get another four grand."
Natalie slid down the shoot of chocolate letting the audience see her cover herself in chocolte. Arriving at the end she sprinted for the bell and rang it. "Whew, that was fun." She allowed Mark and Kim to see her covered in chocolate as well as the audience.
Brad walked over to her and glanced a finger off her still exposed clitoris. "Hey, wow, Natalie, you did it!"
She shivered as his finger wiped itself on her erect nodule. "Oh
my," she sighed as she felt her sexuality being excited.