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 ï>¿Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 9)

   I was standing in the guest bathroom when my wake-up call came in the
form of a doorbell ringing.  Ignoring it, I kept working myself over.  The
locker room scene fresh in my mind drove me onward toward my goal of a rare
third climax in one day.  A few seconds later, when the bell chimed a
second time, Lucy called out for me to answer it.

   Angrily, I yelled back, "Can't you see I'm busy?  Stop being so lazy and
answer it yourself."

   Her meek response pierced my single-minded ambition and made me realize
she was standing directly outside the bathroom door.  I froze, hoping she
hadn't overheard my overzealous masturbation efforts.

   "I can't, Mikey," she whined, "because...you know.  I'm going to my
room. Just...tell me when they're gone, ok?" Without waiting for an answer,
she retreated up the stairs.

   Disoriented, I still couldn't process why I had to answer the door
instead of her.  Then it hit me.  She was naked!  How had I forgotten that
critical fact?  She ran upstairs because it was the safest place to ensure
her unclothed condition remained a secret to whomever was at the door.

   Recognizing that I had gone too far and let my priorities be driven by
selfish pursuits, I got dressed and splashed some water on my face.  I got
to the front door just as the bell was ringing for a third time.

   It was just one of those door-to-door salesmen.  There used to be a lot
more of them back then.  When I told him we didn't have any money and that
our mom was at work, he left a brochure then vanished.  I was just relieved
it wasn't another bill collector.  They are much more aggressive and don't
give up so easily.

   I called out that the coast was clear, and she went straight back into
the living room.  Needing to clear my head and calm my nerves, I went on a
bike ride.  On my ride, I concluded it would be best if I avoided the
living room for a while.

   But the temptation proved too great.  As soon as I got home, I found
myself drawn to the television in the hopes of catching Nikki or one of her
teammates in a revealing outfit --or less.  Can you blame me?  What horny
teenager would have been able to resist in my position?

   Sadly, the cheer squad had finished getting ready in their locker room
and were assembled in straight rows on an empty football field.  I enjoyed
watching their cute cheers for a while but found it less enjoyable now that
they were fully dressed.  So, I let my attention drift back to my study
book.  That is, until Lucy saw me studying and made an unexpected offer.

   "Hey Mikey," she suggested perkily, "want me to do some cheers for you?
Maybe it will help you study!"

   On the helpfulness scale, it didn't compare with actually quizzing me
over the details of the material.  But how could I refuse an offer of a
private, all-nude performance from an eager, soon-to-be cheerleader?

   I sat on the couch while she paused her video and got into parade rest.
She had learned the proper way to hold her pom-poms by that point and held
them behind her back out of sight like a present about to be revealed.  But
the real gift, her naked body, was already showing.

   She bit her lip adorably and squinted her eyes.  I could tell she was
concentrating hard to make sure she had every move and lyric just right in
her head before beginning.  I'm not sure how the reminder to be-be
aggressive applied to taking a written driver's license test, but I
appreciated her enthusiasm greatly.  She did a couple of the simpler cheers
she had learned and flashed the biggest smile ever when I applauded at the
end.

   Then she returned to her video, and I, my book.  To help me ignore her
as best I could, I turned my body to one side on the couch, so she was only
in my periphery.  But I was blindsided by the unbelievably distracting new
discovery that was about to occur.  She was following along precisely with
the squad on the field when it happened.  In the middle of one of the
cheers, the girls performed what, on the surface, was not a particularly
unusual maneuver.  It was kind of like a shoulder shake.

   Their arms were down and pulled in tight.  But their elbows were bent to
hold their pom-poms away from their bodies.  The position drew their
shoulders back and thrust their chests forward impressively.  Then they
would dip their shoulders one at a time and give them a little shimmy; like
they were shivering.

   Like I said, while a cute addition to any routine, the move did not
stand out from any of the other ones they had been performing.  But
something out of the corner of my eye drew my attention when Lucy attempted
it.  You see, the girls performing on the tv differed from Lucy in one
major respect.  They were wearing their cute little cheer uniforms. 
Therefore, the shoulder shimmy merely caused the bright logo on their
chests to gleam in the sunlight.

   But Lucy wasn't wearing a uniform.  That's what caught my attention.  I
found myself staring and unable to look away as my bare-breasted sister
attempted her first shoulder shake.

   I had keenly witnessed every stage of her chest's development to that
point.  From flat as a board with rosebuds, to tiny cones, to little
rounded orbs.  I was there when she got her first training bra and when her
little mounds had eventually grown too big for them.  When she started
wearing real bras, I learned right along with her how to operate the tricky
clasps and free her swelling handfuls from their warm cradle.

   I knew she felt embarrassment whenever, in the course of a dare, she was
forced to expose her sprouts to anyone.  It was so cute how she tried to
remain stoic and brave in those moments, like it didn't bother her.  But
her cute little nipples pulling tight into stiff points always betrayed her
true feelings.

   I thought I knew that part of her anatomy intimately, but I was not
prepared for something this new and different.  Sure, her bare boobies
frequently jiggled whenever she made a sudden motion.  But for the first
time ever, when she shook her shoulders, it was like her breasts moved
independently from the rest of her body.  They had finally grown large
enough to be affected by their own mass.

   I wasn't the only one who noticed it.  Lucy herself looked down in
surprise at the new motion her breasts had made.  Abandoning her routine,
she made another experimental shimmy.  A smile grew on her face as she
reveled in the exciting new sensation.

   "Hey Mikey!" she exclaimed, turning to face me, "watch this!"

   My eyes went wide as she proudly shared her body's new ability with me.
She shook her healthy breasts back and forth for me in a dazzling
exhibition.  It was the perfectly innocent act of a young lady learning
about her growing body, and not necessarily meant to be sexually charged.
But Mikey Jr.  couldn't tell the difference.

   Panting and out of breath, she finally came to a halt and wiped her
brow.

   "Whew, that sure is a workout!" she said, then added a simple request,
"Hey, Mikey.  Can you get me some water?"

   Before I knew what was happening, I jumped off the couch and practically
ran to the kitchen.  I poured some cold water into a glass with a couple of
ice cubes and rushed back to deliver her much needed refreshment.

   I tried not to stare at her spectacular, and talented, breasts, while
she quenched her thirst.  But I couldn't help myself.  When she had emptied
the glass, she just held it out with a perky, expectant smile.  I took it,
refilled it, and brought it back to the living room, sitting it on a
coaster within her reach.  Then I sat down to see what her marvelous body
would do next.

   She had paused the video in order to focus on her chest.  When she
experimentally squeezed her upper arms together on each side, her boobs
were both pushed forward and brought together.  My mouth dropped open as a
small cleavage line formed down the middle of her bulging mounds.  She
smiled again.

   Turning toward me again, she said, "I'm hungry.  Can you make me a
sandwich?"

   Her held pose prominently displayed her bubblegum pink nipples which
had, in recent weeks, begun to grow darker and larger with more dimension.
They pointed directly at me, like two unblinking eyes.  I fell hypnotized
under their alluring gaze.

   Spellbound, I walked into the kitchen and began to prepare her lunch.  I
made her a sandwich of cold cuts and some fresh vegetables from our garden
and brought it out to her.  But I was still oblivious to the power dynamic
beginning to shift right under my nose.  Something irritated the back of my
brain, trying to warn me, but I couldn't pull it far enough into my
consciousness to recognize it.