I Dare You
“I dare you not to get a boner.” Before Eli could resist, his half-naked sister was on top of him where he laid on his bed, pinning his chest down and sitting firmly on his thighs. Lenna had two and half years and twenty-five pounds on her little brother, and more than enough strength to keep him down. He tried squirming free, but she grabbed him by his wrists, bearing down on him. He gave up and held still. “What are you doing?” “I dare you not to get a boner. I just dare you.” “I’m not going to get a boner. You’re sick.” “Oh, I think you are. I just dare you not to.” Putting one forearm across his chest, she reached down and tugged at his sweat pants, pushing and cramming until they …