Dare Me (new 7/29)

[neverdoubted]

Dare Me - Chapter 17 - Little Sister, Big Sister (Part 7)

That afternoon, I didn't have to go hunting for Lucy. Arriving home from basketball practice, I found her camped out in my bedroom - waiting in ambush.

"Mikeeey, I can't do this. It's impossible!" she complained, "you have to give me something easier."

I guess she still hadn't convinced any of the cheerleaders to have sex with me. Ok, I admit it was a pretty tough ask. But impossible? That was a stretch. I mean, it's not like I was some leprous hunchback begging a kiss from a beautiful princess.

"It's not impossible, Goosey, you're just not trying hard enough," I said, stripping my jersey off. I was sweaty from practice and hoped she would take the hint that I wanted to take a shower and leave me alone.

Lucy huffed, completely ignoring my hint, and said, "Mikeeeeeee, you don't understand. I don't have any classes with the eighth-graders other than cheer practice. When am I ever supposed to talk to them?"

"I never said it had to be an eighth grader," I replied smugly, "I just said a cheerleader."

Lucy thought for a second, then frowned. "No! Not Alice and Hanna. Those are my friends. You stay away from them."

I rolled my eyes, "I was talking about the ninth graders. There's a football game tomorrow night. Surely you can find time to talk to some of them then."

Throwing up her hands in exasperation, she said, "how am I supposed to talk to a ninth grader? They won't listen to me. They barely know I exist!"

I was done participating in this unproductive brainstorming session. Figuring out how to complete the assignment was her job. My job was motivating her.

"Look, I already gave you the assignment and I'm not changing it. The rest is up to you. And since it looks like you failed today, there’s only one thing left to discuss: what's it going to be tomorrow, student or teacher?"

Pouting, Lucy crossed her arms and stomped her foot angrily. It was very much a little sister ploy, and I was totally immune to it. After a tense few seconds, she did something unexpected.

"Fine," she said, "if that's the way you're gonna be, then forget it. I quit!"

Then she stomped out of the room and slammed the door behind her, leaving me alone and more than a little stunned.

I sat down at my homework desk, unsure how concerned I needed to be about this new development. Lucy had never given up on one of her dares before. Part of me hoped it was just a ploy, an empty threat. Surely, she would change her mind and come running back any second. But what if she wasn't bluffing?

The possibility required some soul searching on my part. Had I gone too far, selfishly co-opting Lucy's dare for my own sexual exploits? Would this cause a permanent rift in our relationship? She might never trust me again. No personal gain would be worth that!

Then there was her condition to consider. Because it had never happened before, I didn't know how her chemical pathways would react to an aborted dare. Would she be driven to act out in other, more dangerous ways like Dr. Alabar had suggested? I couldn't help but think of our father, especially his mysterious death. Had he encountered someone too willing to exploit his condition for personal gain and ended up dead as a result? I couldn't know, but the potential implications for Lucy's fate sobered me. I couldn't live with myself if something like that happened to her.

Convincing myself I could salvage the situation, I resolved to go find her and agree to change her dare to something less difficult. Would that satisfy her and fix the mess I had created? I had my doubts. Once she knew she could demand alterations to a given dare, the risk factor disappeared completely along with any pressure. And without that, how could she possibly make a diamond?

Luckily for me, I didn't have to wrestle too long with those troubling questions. With a single, apologetic knock on my door, my quickly improvised plans, along with my fears and all the soul searching I had done, melted away. Lucy had come crawling back. I should have known better than to doubt my sister's commitment to her dare.

When I called for her to enter, she meekly stepped back into my bedroom. Her tantrum had passed, and she had calmed down. With a blush forming on her face, she only said one word to me: "teacher".

"Great!" I replied with a mischievous smile, "teacher it is. Might as well start getting ready now." Pulling a black pen from my desk drawer, I added, "take off all your clothes then go grab your health textbook."

She looked confused but did not hesitate to strip. I had to chuckle to myself when I saw her bra and panties. The "no underwear" rule only applied while she was at school, so it was allowed. But it did remind me to ask how her embarrassing day had gone. While she told me the story, I had her start labeling her body parts again. The original ink from her previous study session was long gone, but I needed the labels back for the next task I had picked out for her.

Her flawless skin and supple curves made the ideal canvas, and being a talented artist, she was able to label herself clearly with neat handwriting. While she worked on the most intricate part, the detailed drawing of her uterus and other internal sex organs, I went and took a shower.

When I returned, wrapped in a towel, I made her turn around and face the wall while I got dressed. The irony was not lost on me that she had to stand there completely naked and on display while I got to maintain my modesty. But it was my bedroom, after all. And besides, I wasn't the one doing the dare.

After getting dressed, I sat down at my desk and worked on my own homework. I did get distracted a few times. It's hard not to when you catch a glimpse of a naked girl in the corner of your eye. Seeing the sketch on her smooth abdomen, I was reminded of the line she had drawn above her belly button last weekend. I still didn't know how such a size disparity was supposed to work. But once Lucy finished the job she had been assigned, I would get a chance to solve that mystery. And for Mikey Jr's sake, I hoped that would be very soon.

Because it was a gameday, Lucy got to wear her cheer uniform to school the next day. And while she still wasn't allowed panties, the dark blue bloomers under her cheer skirt were good enough to keep prying eyes from seeing something they weren't supposed to.

Still braless, she maintained her habit of blocking her chest with books most of the day. Unfortunately, she couldn't do that during the pep rally. Her cheer blouse, a fitted, sleeveless, polyester top emblazoned with the letters WWJHS across the front, jiggled more than the other girls when she bounced around. She gave a memorable performance. But that was nothing compared to the private one she gave later, in health class. It's too bad only one pervy teacher got to enjoy it instead of the whole school.

Few teachers were less interested in education or less subtle about showing their appreciation for the female form than Coach Wilson. Why the administration would think it a good idea to have him teach such an intimate subject as Health is beyond me. But like I said, every coach was required to teach at least one class. And I doubt many actual teachers were clamoring for the chance to teach sex ed. to a bunch of hormonal, sex-crazed teenagers. So, the job fell to him.

Lucy knew he was trouble. Every girl quickly learned to steer clear of him if she could help it. Unfortunately, today's embarrassing task would send her straight into the lion's den.

It being late in the day, the cheer team, who, in addition to cheering from the sidelines, had a performance scheduled for halftime, started gathering in their locker room to get ready. But before she could join them, Lucy had to do something else.

He was officially the school's baseball coach. But since fall was their off season, Coach Wilson also assisted with the football team. He had just wrapped up his last class and was getting ready to head to the field house to help the other staff and team get prepared for tonight's game. But he stopped what he was doing when one of his favorite students unexpectedly appeared in his doorway.

"Miss Jenkins," he greeted her by name – he knew all the pretty girls by name, "what brings you here? Come to cheer me up?" Using the reference to her uniform as an excuse, his eyes made a quick round-trip to appreciate how cute she looked in her short skirt before returning to meet hers.

Lucy stepped further into the room, making sure to close the door behind her. Like wood shop, the health classroom was not in a major corridor of the school. But she still didn't want to risk any passers-by glancing in and seeing what she was about to do.

With a deep breath, she delivered the lines she had rehearsed. "Coach Wilson, I have a confession to make."

He looked confused, but willing to hear her out. After all, it gave him more time to study her impressive, perfectly sculpted legs and to ponder why it looked like she didn't have a bra on under her cheer top.

"Why, Miss Jenkins, if you need to get something off your chest," he teased with a sly grin, "go right ahead."

This was not the first time he had flirted with one of his students. She had only been in his class a month and had seen it firsthand multiple times. Of course, only in his wildest fantasy would a cheerleader come into his classroom and literally take something off her chest. I guess today was his lucky day.

"Y-you know that anatomy test you gave us Monday?" she asked, her voice trembling.

He nodded. "Ah, yes! And if I recall, you did quite well on it. You always did strike me as a girl who really knows her way around genitalia!"

Lucy shifted anxiously where she stood. Her flight instinct was telling her to run-now! But abandoning this task meant failing her dare, and she simply wouldn't do that.

"Well, here's the thing," she said, ignoring his degrading genital remark. After fidgeting for a moment, she blurted out, "...I kinda...cheated!"

"My, my, Miss Jenkins," he clicked his tongue against his teeth in mock disapproval, "I didn't expect my star student to be such a naughty girl! What are we ever going to do with-"

His words caught in his throat when Lucy, apparently not content just to confess that she had cheated, proceeded to show him precisely how she had done it. With trembling hands, she grabbed the waistband of her skirt and the bottom of her shirt and pulled them apart to reveal the labeled uterus drawing on her lower abdomen.

Coach Wilson's eyes popped out of his head. It wasn't the first time someone had been caught sneaking in test answers written somewhere on their body. But usually, they used one of their palms - a rookie mistake once you start sweating - or their forearm. I'm sure he never imagined a girl might try to use her stomach like that to cheat. It was too impractical, too inaccessible to be of any use during the test. But it did technically count as cheating. I'm also sure his heart skipped a beat with Lucy's next words.

"There's more."

[student]

"There's more."

Oh, yeah!

[Azrael]

I need more.

[Patronus]

I think we all need more after this one.

I find it interesting that both Mikey and Lucy are focused on the 9s for now. I still think a Hanna/Mikey thing is definitely possible in the future though with Lucy’s closeness to both of them.

[Azrael]

I think it's gonna be Lucy honestly.

[jojo12026]

There's more!

[Patronus]

I think it's gonna be Lucy honestly.

Oh agreed, but I thought we’d lean into hanna as a possibility before that happened. Now we may go somewhere first. But I could see Hanna as a possible interest in a future story.

Also while we are thinking about predictions for the future I think the lost years is finally going to look into their father and get more details. Especially given the last chapters bringing that back up. It’s been a while since mom has been involved in a chapter.

[perseus]

This was great! I definitely need more!

[fuwafuwataimu]

Ugh, I kinda felt dirty in Lucy's place, having to do this perverted act in front of such a creepy teacher. I hope she makes it out without... the situation deteriorating.

Looking forward to more!

[retroerotica]

The last two dares of getting naked in front of the teachers, left me wanting more. I wish they had lasted a little bit longer and were a bit more involved. Hopefully the dares will get a lot more embarrassing and challenging for Lucy to pull off. Looking forward to more of her adventures.