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 ï>¿Dare Me by neverdoubted

   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 17)

   We watched cartoons while waiting for my sister to finish making lunch.
Well, I watched cartoons.  Joseph spent most of his time watching the
doorway like a hawk.

   I, having seen her incredible nude body so many times by that point, was
not so easily distracted by the prospect of her return.  Furthermore, I had
mastered my libido and was able to keep control over myself at all times...
most of the time...  sometimes?  Ok, give me a break!  Yes, her new boob
shimmy had caught me off guard and made me lose control.  But I
recovered...eventually.

   But poor Joseph stood no chance.  I'm not sure if Lucy noticed earlier
because she had been coping with a lot of personal embarrassment, but the
whole time she was taking our order, Joseph had an erection.  In fact, he
still had a situation brewing down there as we watched tv.  I tried to
ignore it, but I couldn't help but notice him pawing at the uncomfortable
lump in his shorts.

   It was kind of rude how he seemed to be practically playing with himself
right in front of me.  Not, like, whipping it out and jacking off.  But
whenever he squeezed the lump in his crotch, it was pretty obvious what he
was reaching for.

   About the sixth time I caught him doing it, I was about to call him out
on his crude behavior, until the most unusual thing happened.  He looked
down at his own hand pressed into the middle of his legs.  The look on his
face was one of utter bewilderment mixed with a little bit of concern. 
Could it be?...oh my God.

   I remember learning in health class how everyone develops at a different
pace and that boys usually enter puberty later than girls.  By the time I
was his age, I had been masturbating for a good while.  But it occurred to
me that Joseph, being a little younger and perhaps more sheltered, might
not have discovered that particular pubescent activity.

   In fact, other than his previous session helping his grandfather with
Lucy's dress fitting almost a year ago, it was possible he had never even
encountered a naked girl before.

   Joseph had plenty of experience interacting with kids his age, both boys
and girls.  When it came to women, he was just a baby; naive and innocent.
A young buck.  And this maturing young doe comes along with her incredible
heat and is unknowingly coaxing his body to take its first, tentative steps
toward manhood.

   I couldn't help but take sympathy on the kid.  But I also couldn't stop
my brain from conjuring up interesting ways to incorporate this new
knowledge into her dare.

   Just then, Lucy, or should I say "Barb", returned carrying our drinks. I
smiled as I caught Joseph pulling his tee shirt down over his lap before
she recognized his body's awkward arousal situation brewing.

   I saw she had made an adjustment to her apron while in the kitchen. 
Shortening the belt tie to make the loop around her neck bigger, she was
able to lower the whole thing by several inches so that the front ruffle
did a much better job covering her private place.

   The adjustment emboldened her.  She stood and walked with more
confidence.  But she still had to be extra careful to keep her naked
backside hidden.

   Navigating a successful backward exit, she soon returned with our food.
She rattled off our order while deftly carrying the full serving tray. 
"Turkey sandwich on white, mustard and mayo, side salad, and one PB&J, side
salad hold the tomatoes, and potato chips.  Did I get all that right,
darlin's?" she asked with all the confidence of a seasoned waitress.

   But, drawing too much comfort from the apron adjustment and thinking her
clothing situation more secure than it was, she let her guard down.  Her
face beaming with pride at her culinary skills, she leaned over and held
out the tray so we could grab our plates.  Starving, I quickly grabbed mine
and picked up my sandwich.  I was about to take a bite when I realized
Joseph hadn't moved to take his plate yet and paused.

   I was quick to realize the reason for his delay.  It hadn't been an
issue before because Lucy had been standing upright the whole time to that
point.  But with her apron's neckline lowered significantly, by leaning
over, she was now flashing way too much of her cleavage.  In fact, I could
see the whole top half of her adorable mounds almost to her pink nipples!
Joseph had naturally fixated on that newly showing part of her body.

   Confused why Joseph wasn't picking up his food, she looked directly at
him.  Then, only after following his gaze, did she look down at herself and
discover that he was staring at her nearly uncovered breasts.  Immediately,
she dropped the tray onto the couch with a clang and bolted upright. 
Clutching her hand to her chest to end her accidental exhibition, she made
a hasty exit.

   I found it cute how hard she fought against every inch of exposure
inflicted on her poor under-clothed body.  It was fun watching her come up
with creative ways to delay her humiliation.  That she would eventually end
up completely naked in front of him was a foregone conclusion in my mind.
Her desperate struggle to keep her intimate bits covered from his sight
only fed my motivation to make it happen.

   She did manage to avoid any more embarrassing exposure for the rest of
lunch.  But that was only because she kept her plate in the kitchen and
avoided us altogether.  Deciding she had kept herself hidden away long
enough, I intentionally knocked over my water glass as a pretext and went
to find her.

   "We had a little spill, Barb." I said, derisively emphasizing her
pseudonym, "You need to get a towel and wipe it up, and quickly. 
Otherwise, it's going to leave a water stain on the carpet."

   I stood expectantly and waited for her to get moving.  She found a
couple of larger kitchen towels and walked over to the doorway before
losing her nerve and pausing.  I watched her hesitate, shifting her weight
anxiously back and forth between her left and right leg.  The cute little
display her flexing butt muscles put on gave me an idea for a future
activity.  Watching her wrestle with herself, I couldn't fault her for
dreading to enter his presence again.  Every encounter with him so far had
resulted in some greater humiliation.  The odds were high that this
encounter would end no differently.

   From my spot in the kitchen, I did have a good view of her outfit and
body from behind.  Her wide apron strings had been tied into a big bow just
above her waist.  It adorned the top of her naked bottom as if to make her
ripe ass into an unwrapped present.  The backs of her legs were bare down
to the crooks of her knees where her white stockings began.  The right one
had slipped down a little and sat slightly below her knee and a little
askew.  But I'm sure, with so much else going on with her outfit that
required constant attention, fixing her crooked socks got a low priority.

   Mentally psyching herself up to re-enter the embarrassing fray, I
watched her take a nervous breath then straighten her back, transforming
back into her waitress character.  Since she didn't have enough clothing on
to face Joseph as herself, it's like playing someone else added another
layer to her attire - a psychological cushion without which the poor,
underdressed girl would not have been able to function otherwise.  Once
again enveloped in the cloak of "Barb", she resumed walking.

   I entered the living room to find my waitress sister sitting on her
knees.  With one hand over her chest to ensure the top panel of her apron
stayed in place this time, she leaned over and spread one of the towels
over the spill.  She had to rise up off her haunches and get right over the
spot before there was enough pressure to extract the water from the soaked
carpet.

   Joseph's jaw dropped open as his dream girl assumed a tantalizing new
position.  What brief glimpses of her plump little bottom he had caught
thus far were nothing compared to the lewd display now in front of him. 
Her apron, which had done a mostly admirable job covering her front side
was rendered completely useless now that she was kneeling on all fours with
her butt shoved toward the sky.  He didn't really react or make a sound,
but just stared in awe at her spectacular curvaceous flesh as she worked
feverishly to quickly complete her humiliating task.  As soon as she felt
the place was dry enough, she gathered up her towels and stood up.

   "Y'all should really be more keerful, in tha future, y -(TM)here?" she
admonished.

   Then, turning her naked backside to him she sauntered out of the room
while Joseph looked on in disbelief.

   When she returned to bring us desert, I noticed she wasn't as careful
about ensuring her bottom stayed out of his sight lines any longer. 
Whenever he got the chance, Joseph was not shy about checking out her
assets, either.  Maybe she figured it was a pointless exercise to hide
something he had already seen so much of.  But I thought it was funny how
she still made sure to clutch her hand to her chest whenever she bent over
to pick something up.

   It was adorable to watch her continued fight to preserve her dwindling
modesty.  And after observing how self-conscious she was being about those
growing glands on her chest and the lengths to which she was going to keep
him from seeing them, I knew exactly what I was going to target next!



   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 18)

   While my sister went about her assigned task of cleaning up the kitchen
and doing the dishes, I dragged out our crappy board games and attempted to
keep Joseph occupied.  Having lost so many pieces over the years, we had to
improvise.  He was a good sport, but I could tell he was getting bored. 
His heart just wasn't in it.  From the way he kept looking wistfully at the
doorway, I knew exactly what toy he really wanted to play with.

   Finally, after making him wait an agonizing hour, I casually suggested
we take a break go find out what my sister was up to.  He heartily agreed
and jumped to his feet a little too eagerly.  When he said he needed to
pee, I pointed him to the guest bathroom then went looking for Lucy.  I
found her hiding out in the kitchen washing a plate that looked like it had
been clean for at least thirty minutes.

   "Where's Joseph?" she asked, anxiously.

   "In the bathroom.  He'll be here in a second.  You did a good job being
a waitress, by the way.  But I think you're ready for a new task.  So, you
can take off that ridiculous outfit," I announced, making it more of an
order than a request.

   When she didn't move right away to comply, I had to add, "do you really
want to test me?"

   She reached behind her and slowly pulled the strings of her apron loose.
Her trembling hands lifted it over her head leaving her once again
essentially naked.  Shedding both her apron and the "Barb" persona made her
feel acutely exposed.  She literally let out a whimper of discomfort as she
regretfully left the apron behind on the counter then turned and looked to
me with pleading eyes.

   "Please, Mikey, just tell me what I have to do next," she said.

   She kept looking over at the doorway where, any second now, Joseph would
make his entrance and catch her standing totally naked in the kitchen.  I
made her squirm for several long seconds before she couldn't take it
anymore and began to whimper.

   "All right, settle down," I replied, "for your next task, I want you to
invite Joseph to walk around and look at your garden.  I'm sure he would
love to get a better look at what all you've been growing."

   "Ok," she replied, "but do I get some time to get ready like last time?
To turn myself into a farmer first?"

   I saw right through her request.  She was trying to figure out if there
was a way to minimize her exposure like she had done with her waitress
outfit.  I didn't mind.  Her sexy waitress costume had been a home run. 
Why not give her a chance to do it again, but this time as a sexy farm
girl?

   "Fine, you can have some time to get ready," I conceded, "but you better
make it good!"

   I saw the wheels turning in her mind as she began mentally assembling
her outfit.  How many accessories could she add without breaking the "no
clothes" rule?

   I was starting to doubt myself.  Had I given her too much leeway with
this task?  At the last second, I decided to crank up the degree of
difficulty.

   "Once you have taken off the rest of your old costume, you may go get
ready outside.  I guess I can keep Joseph occupied for ten minutes," I
said, looking at my watch.  "I haven't given him a tour of the house yet.
I'm sure he will be real interested in seeing all your pictures on the
walls."

   With the clock now ticking, she threw off her shiny shoes in a panic
and, jumping in place, dragged the stockings down and off her legs.  She
yanked the band of cloth off her head scattering her hair wildly in every
direction.  Once she was completely naked again, she handed the remnants of
her outfit over to me and started toward the door.  But I blocked her path.

   "Who said you could go this way?" I asked teasingly.  Her face twisted
into a look of confusion.

   "I need to go to my room to get ready," she replied.

   "No, I said you're going to get ready outside, remember?  You can only
use whatever you can find out there."

   Her eyes went wide as my devastating new requirement threw her newly
forming outfit plans into disarray.  She couldn't possibly make a modest
outfit out of gardening tools!  I didn't blame her for standing her ground
and holding out hope for another way.  But I wasn't about to back down. 
When I checked my watch and added, "now you only have nine minutes.  Did I
just hear the toilet flush?" the naked girl's flight instinct kicked in. 
Spinning in place, she darted across the kitchen and fled out the sliding
glass door into the backyard.

   While she desperately scavenged the backyard for anything she could use
to make into a farmer girl outfit, I gave Joseph a tour of our house.  He
was particularly interested in the family vacation photo on the mantle as
well as the remote-control caddy; both of which featured a girl of
particular interest to him in various stages of undress.  Once the allotted
time had passed, I led him out to the back patio to meet his personal
garden tour guide.

   Lucy came clomping around the corner in her big gardening boots when I
called.  She had done an admirable job coming up with a new character to
transform into in such a short amount of time.  Of course, she had put lots
of thought into her hairstyle.  Keeping with the theme, she had formed her
golden strands into twin braids, practical and neat.  She looked like an
adorable farmer's daughter under her floppy yellow sun hat.

   Luckily for her, she had found the planting apron she kept hanging on
one of the side yard fence posts.  All the tools she had hanging from it
made a clatter as she walked.  Unfortunately, it was not a full apron.  It
only encircled her waist like a belt with pockets hanging down to provide
some front modesty.  It did not extend to cover her back side at all,
neither did it provide any coverage whatsoever above her waist.  I guess
she had run out of time to figure out what to do about her naked chest. 
Instead, she had to resort to holding her hands over her boobs for modesty.
Didn't she know by now that acting embarrassed about showing her body parts
to Joseph would only make it more humiliating when those parts did
inevitably get exposed?

   "Howdy, folks!  I'm Nellie.  Welcome to my little patch of Earth," she
said with a bright smile.  As with Barb earlier, she was using an
over-the-top farm girl affectation she had probably heard in a movie or tv
show.  I understood her desire for conjuring that extra psychological layer
of separation between herself and Joseph.  Anything to distract herself
from the constant reminder that she was now topless and one hand slip away
from flashing him her naked boobies.

   "Hello...Nellie," I said, making sure to emphasize her absurd new
pseudonym, "my friend Joseph would like a tour of your garden.  I'm sure he
would love to learn all about how you make it look so good.  Perhaps you
can give us a little planting and harvesting demonstration?"

   Her farmgirl act faltered briefly.  It would be impossible to provide a
demonstration without removing her hands and baring her breasts.  Exposure
was a foregone conclusion.  Her only consolation was that I was letting her
decide when to make it happen.

   "Uh, sure thing," she said, recovering enough well enough to flash a
toothy smile, "come right this way and I'll show you folks around."

   Joseph was more than happy to follow her around the garden since it
afforded him constant spectacular views of her naked bottom.  I marveled at
how quickly she had adjusted her standards after working so hard to keep
her back side hidden earlier.  But I guess she now had bigger exposure
issues to wrestle with.  She took us row by row through her vegetable
garden, telling all about the nutritious plants growing.  When we reached
the end, she walked us around the side of the house and through her flower
gardens.  The whole time, she made sure to keep her hands firmly over her
breasts.

   She walked slower and slower, stalling as her flower garden tour was
wrapping up.  At the end of the last row, she knew she had run out of time.
But even then, she dallied.  The three of us stood awkwardly in the hot sun
waiting for someone else to make a move.  Every time Lucy looked to me, I
shot back an expectant look.  She already knew what she had to do.

   "So....", she said, her midwestern voice quivering, "would --you good
folks like to watch me harvest some vegetables?"

   Joseph nodded eagerly and I just smiled.  We followed her over to one
corner of the yard where a small shed held some of the bigger gardening
supplies and excess soil.  A roof extended from one side of the shed to
form a shaded area.  With a deep, fateful breath, she stepped under the
roof.  Joseph peered intently after her, willing his eyes to adjust to the
shaded darkness so he could figure out what the half-naked farmer girl was
up to.



   Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 19)

   She emerged from the shadows pushing a wheelbarrow in front of her. 
With both hands occupied lifting the handles, her breasts were fully bared
for the first time in his presence.  She pretended like nothing had changed
even though she had just spent the entire garden tour with her hands
conspicuously latched onto her otherwise unprotected boobs.

   "The Lord respects no dawdlers, and neither do I," she called out,
another odd phrase she must have picked up somewhere, "clear a path!"

   She marched directly at us, the rubber tire of the empty barrow bounding
wildly over the rough path.  Intending to travel back up the row between
vegetation we had just come down, she aimed it right for us.  I leapt out
of the way, but Joseph failed to react to the girl and cart heading his
way. Lucy dug in her rubber heels and came skidding to a stop just in time
to avoid a collision with the boy.

   The reason for his stupefaction was two-fold.  Rather, there were two,
very distracting reasons sitting proudly on the girl's naked chest.  He
stared agape at Lucy's two pink nipples shining proudly in the bright
sunlight.  In the time since he last saw them, her boobs had grown more
impressive and more beautiful by leaps and bounds.  They had been jiggling
impressively as she barreled toward him, and, due to their recently grown
extra mass, took a little longer than she did to come to a complete stop.

   Even in the blinding sunlight, I detected a reddish blush on her cheeks
as Joseph stared unabashedly at the set of real live girl boobies looking
proudly up at him from upon her chest.  Finally, when she couldn't take the
attention anymore, she tilted the wheelbarrow and sent it off in another
direction.  The wheel trampled over a row of vegetables, leaving behind
crushed lettuce and carrot stalks in its wake.  For her, it was a small
price to pay to stop Joseph from staring lewdly at her growing chest.

   There was only one problem.  It didn't stop Joseph; not in the least. 
As soon as we caught up to her, he gleefully went right back to staring at
Lucy's cute jiggling display.  Whenever she turned her back to him, he
happily took in the impressive curves of her gorgeous bottom.  She felt his
eyes on her the entire time she worked.  No angle was safe from his
lecherous gaze.

   By the time she finished, we were all ready to get out of the sweltering
sun.  Joseph and I were sweating, but not nearly as much as Lucy was since
she was doing all the hard work harvesting the plants.  She had gone to put
the wheelbarrow away.  When she returned, she had conspicuously resumed
holding her breasts in her hands.  Looking her up and down, I noticed that
her normally pure white skin was now covered in dirt.  When she saw me walk
over and start to uncoil the water hose, her face went white.

   "Hey, Nellie, it looks like you could use a hose-down.  Can't have you
tracking in dirt all over our freshly cleaned floors.  Go hang up your
gardening tools and take off your boots."

   Reluctantly, with her shoulders slumped, she turned and headed off
around the corner of the house.  When she returned, she was no longer
wearing her work apron or hat.  Reaching the patio, she stepped out of her
giant rubber boots, leaving her completely naked with no covering remaining
except her own two hands.  She had one firmly clamped over her pussy, while
the other, she tasked with somehow trying to cover both boobs.  Having seen
her take this exact type of outdoor shower before, I knew what a treat
Joseph had in store.

   Without the protection of her boots, her feet immediately felt the full
heat of the concrete which had been baking in the sun all afternoon.  She
lifted one into the air to get some relief.  But soon the heat became too
much, and she had to put it down so she could lift the other one.  A sexy,
uncontrollable sun dance soon developed where she was constantly jumping
from one foot to the other to keep her soles from getting seared.  Her
whole body jiggled adorably from the effort.

   "I've got to go turn the water on," I explained, handing the business
end of the hose to Joseph, "I'm sure you can figure out what to do with
this."

   With a nervous glance at the naked tween jumping erotically from foot to
foot in front of him, he gulped, but accepted the hose.  I turned the
spigot on and watched in amusement as Joseph proceeded to hose the dirty
girl down.  She gasped in shock when the water first contacted her tender
white legs before traveling up her buck-naked body.

   Joseph quickly settled into his enjoyable task.  Washing a real, live
naked girl was way more fun than hosing down your bicycle.  He soon learned
which parts of her body elicited the greatest reaction when the spray
landed there.  He didn't even have to give her instructions.  When he
wanted her to turn around to appreciate her from another angle, he simply
pointed the stream at certain sensitive spots, and she would twist her body
to his whims.

   After her skin had been returned to its usual flawless Lucy porcelain, I
turned the water off.  The concrete was thoroughly soaked, and she no
longer needed to dance in place to stay cool.  She stood still while
rivulets of water streamed erotically down her perfect shape.  I snickered
when I noticed she had managed to get through her hose shower with her
pussy still covered by her hand.

   I thought it was cute how, even with her entire shiny body utterly
exposed, including her young, maturing breasts and now stiffened pink
nipples, she was still fighting to keep her young womanhood hidden from
Joseph's hungry eyes.  Of course, that only motivated me to take even that
last little vestige of privacy away from her.

   I had already decided on what I was going to make her do next.  The only
remaining question was whether to give her another break or keep things
moving right along.  I saw the late afternoon sun beginning to cast long
shadows in the yard.  Lunch time had come late and taken longer than
expected due to her dalliance tactics.  After a fun, but sweaty, time spent
watching the nearly nude farm girl tend to her garden, a cool, relaxing
evening indoors sounded nice.  I saw no real reason not to move right ahead
and give my naked sister her next task immediately.

   Leaving Lucy to drip her nude body dry on the patio, I instructed Joseph
to take his own dusty shoes off and gave him a place to store them in our
mud room.  Then I took him to the living room to await the evening's
activities before returning to the back door.

   "Well done, Nellie," I commended the naked farm girl, "you gave our
guest a very educational and informative presentation."

   She blushed at my insinuation.  Forget farming!  If he got any sort of
education that afternoon, it was a female anatomy lesson!

   "I think you've earned a break," I announced.

   "Really?!" she gasped, an excited smile breaking out on her beleaguered
face.  It never even occurred to her to wonder why I would suddenly be so
generous.

   "Sure," I smiled back, "you've been such a good sport that I'm going to
make your next task an easy one.  It's something you've done so many times
in the past few days, you won't even have to think about it.  In fact, you
were on your way to doing it anyway before old Joey showed up."

   Her smile faded.  "No, Mikey, I can't!" she cried.

   "Oh, come on," I scoffed, "we won't bother you.  You just have to watch
and follow the cheer practice video once all the way through.  I'll even
keep Joseph entertained while you're practicing.  You won't even know we're
in the room."

   Before she could form another protest, I held up my hand.  "Don't bother
arguing.  Either do it, or don't.  I don't care.  But you better decide
quickly.  Because if you have not started cheering in the living room in
five minutes, you have failed your dare."

   I left her, eyes fluttering, and returned to the living room where
Joseph was disappointed to see me without my cute, nude sister in tow.  I
pulled our old checkerboard out of the game closet and got him to
reluctantly accept my challenge of a contest.  We had to substitute random
pieces from other games because so many checkers were missing by that
point.

   Right on schedule, a few minutes later, Lucy shyly peeked her head into
the room, keeping the rest of herself hidden around the corner.  Both of
Joseph's heads jumped to attention when he saw her.  She had put her hair
up into a high ponytail with her cheer ribbon tied into a neat bow and was
obviously holding her pom-poms behind the door frame.

   "Oh, hey Joseph," I began, giving Lucy a knowing wink, "remember how I
said Lucy wants to be a cheerleader?  And how she was dressed earlier?"

   His eyes went wide as he recalled what she had been wearing when he
first encountered her in the hallway.  Then a grin formed on his lips.

   "Well, she's been using the living room for her workouts.  You don't
mind if she practices in here while we play, do you?" I asked innocently.

   "I don't mind at all!" Joseph replied a little too eagerly while
covertly trying to adjust his shirt down over his lap.

   "Great!" I replied, "go ahead Lucy."

   She gave me a wistful look.  When she saw she would not receive a last
second reprieve, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath and held it. 
It must have felt like an impossible task to override her screaming
preservation instinct and bring her exposed body into view.  Fortunately,
she had a secret weapon.

   I watched in fascination as her plump lips slowly formed into a smile.
But it wasn't a normal Lucy smile.  It was much, much more perky.  Then her
head started bobbing and I figured out what she was doing.  Nikki.  Without
any actual clothes, the poor girl was clothing herself in the only thing
she had left: another character.

   It was Lucy's body that finally stepped around the corner, but her
mannerisms were all Nikki.  She bounced into the room dressed in only her
cheer shoes and socks, shaking her pom-poms excitedly.  Pressing "Play" on
the VCR, she bounded to the center of the living room to watch the
gymnasium scene play out and the real Nikki give her introductory speech.

   Joseph's jaw dropped for the second time that day as he stared at the
sexiest sight of his young life.  The naked budding cheerleader stood at
parade rest but couldn't stop her bare leg muscles from flexing
impatiently. Unable to keep herself still during the girls' introductions,
her head started bobbing to the tune of a silent cheer in her head.  Then
her hips joined in and his jaw somehow managed to drop even lower.

   I had to snap repeatedly to draw his attention back from the spectacular
curves of her naked ass flexing in time as she shifted her weight side to
side.  As soon as he had moved his checker, his eyes snapped right back to
the naked cheerleader.

   His checkers game suffered immensely from the distraction, and I easily
dominated him.  But at least I did manage to keep half of his attention. 
That is, until the introductions were completed, and Lucy started doing her
stretches.  Discarding her pom-poms, she began contorting her naked body
along with the girls on the screen.  At that point, I could have stolen his
wallet and shaved his head, and he wouldn't have noticed.  So, I gave up
trying to play games and just enjoyed Lucy's erotic performance along with
him.

   I noticed him pawing at his crotch again, and, before long, he was
obviously squirming in his seat.  Clearly, his little situation had
returned with a vengeance.

   Really, it had never left.  It was just simmering beneath his shorts all
through the garden tour.  But like a water balloon being slowly filled from
a tap, his body was filling with hormones.  His balloon must have already
been incredibly full by now, but the poor kid didn't know how to operate
the release valve and could only squirm uncomfortably as the naked cheer
girl poured more and more water into his balloon.

   Since her workout prevented her from keeping her pussy concealed, I was
happy to confirm that Joseph wasn't the only one dealing with an arousal
situation.  Her mind may have been comforted to have the cloaks of Barb,
Nellie, and Nikki enveloping her all day.  But her body was not so easily
fooled.  As her humiliating exposure gradually increased, her arousal
appeared to have increased at approximately the same pace.

   Her body had completely air dried on the back patio before coming
inside. But her bald pussy was still glistening with moisture.  Every time
she attempted another stretch or technique maneuver, her glittering flower
twinkled in the light.  I knew without a doubt that, after nine days of no
relief, her body was primed and ready to make the most spectacular
diamonds!

   But, having seen how weak her self-control got once her diamond factory
got this hot, my biggest concern shifted to making sure she didn't give
into her bodily urges before it was time.  I would have to watch her
closely for any warning signs and resort to extreme tactics if necessary.

   She went back to parade rest during my favorite part of the video, and I
got to enjoy Nikki and the other girls take their showers in the locker
room and get ready afterward.  When the video cut to the football field for
chants and cheers, I excused myself and went to order a pizza for dinner.

   It was dark out by the time she finished the entire video.  Our time
together was almost at an end.  I had accomplished everything I had set out
to do with Lucy and Joseph, but don't think for a minute that I just
coasted out the rest of her dare.  I owed it to her to give it my best
effort.  Besides, I was just having so much damn fun!

   Since the pizza had arrived, I went ahead and let Joseph start eating
while I sent Lucy, who had gotten sweaty again from cheer practice, up to
take a shower  -" a normal, indoor one, this time.  Not trusting her to
behave herself in her current state of arousal, I followed her upstairs and
stood watch in the bathroom while she rinsed off for the second time that
day.

   "Not bad, Nikki," I teased, once again emphasizing the fact that she had
adopted a persona to help her through her humiliating ordeal, "you gave
Joey a performance he will remember forever!  Although, between Barb,
Nellie, and Nikki, I'm not sure he even got to spend any time with the real
Lucy today," I added, regretfully.

   Her face went white when I exclaimed, "Hey, that gives me an idea!"