Chapter 27

Barbie’s fantasy that no one would find out she was not wearing anything under her cheerleading uniform was quickly dashed in the next class. She sat dutifully with her legs spread while boys dropped pencils, giggled, and stared between her legs.

She was quickly becoming the talk of the school. Still, surprisingly she never got in trouble for her scandalous behavior - at least not as a Cheerleader on a Friday before the Homecoming dance.

Joe told her how proud he was of her on the way home. He liked how she handled her brother’s rules and snippy answers. He didn’t want her prevented from making fun of Kevin. That would ruin his chances of making her seem like a brat. It would also make it seem like she respected Joe AND Kevin. He wanted to paint a picture that his little sister was his responsibility and would improve her behavior under his supervision.

He had wanted to prohibit Kevin from doing panty checks, but what was done was done now. He also told his sister how proud he was that she made the Junior Varsity team.

“Well, it was no cut, Sir,” she replied.

“Yeah, but you went out for it, and you got it. You also walked around without panties in that uniform - That had to be hard!”

His smile and approval was the only reward she needed to feel; ruining her reputation at school was worth it to her. “I was surprised I haven’t been kicked out of school,” she admitted sheepishly while lapping up his praise. To her, there was no reward greater OR more motivating than her Master thinking she was brave.

“Cheerleaders and Football players have a special set of unspoken rules. There are football players who never turn in any homework. They still get passing grades,” he said. Joe admitted he wasn’t one of those guys. He wanted to go to college and make something of himself.

“Wow, are there other cheerleaders who walk around with no panties like me?” she asked in disbelief.

“I don’t think there is anyone at school quite like you, Barbie,” Joe nuzzled his sister on the way home and she swooned at the attention. He was finger fucking her while Duncan watched and acted as a natural barrier from prying eyes. Barbie was in heaven and soaking wet for so many reasons.

“The varsity girls do dares and initiations, though. I don’t know about the Junior Varsity girls, but some of them have to do some pretty humiliating things to keep their spot on the squad. Every starting squad varsity player is assigned a cheerleader. The team’s nickname for the girl is a jock supporter. She is supposed to make their player cookies and she decorates his locker- stuff like that,” he explained. Joe said that most of those girls suck their assigned player’s cock and gives the guy other sexual favors as well.

“Does yours do that for you, Sir?” Barbie asked him with a trace of jealousy in her voice.

“No. Mine just makes me cookies, but she would blow me if I asked her. That’s why I wanted you to cheer for varsity. I’d trade her to another player to have you as my full service jock supporter!” he laughed.

Barbie smiled at him and spread her legs wider. Joe let Duncan play with her under her skirt for the rest of the way home and Barbie actually really enjoyed it this time, now that she understood Joe’s thinking. Barbie smiled and wiggled for Duncan while he finger fucked her all the way home.

Later that afternoon, there was a loud, obnoxious banging on the door.

“Good heavens, we have a doorbell for a reason!” Helen instinctively made for the door to see who was there.

“I’ll get it, mom,” Barbie had been flitting around in her tee shirt, cleaning the living room.

“You most certainly will not. It is one thing for you to cavort around us in a tee shirt, but you won’t answer the door that way,” Helen replied bitterly as she checked the peephole in the door. She didn’t recognize the man standing outside. She partially opened the door.

“Avon calling,” the big, burly man joked. Joe and Barbie recognized his southern accent right away. It was Harlan, and he was dressed in work overalls and boots. His son Dylan and Becky were with him.

“Oh, you must be Mr. Simmons,” Helen was aghast at how uncouth Harlan acted, not even considering the idea it wasn’t an act. She had expected someone ... well, someone a little less like Harlan.

“Mr. Simmons was my dad, Ma’am. He’s dead now, and he left me nothing but trouble in his will. I am Harlan, and I am damn glad to meet you!” he offered a hearty handshake to Helen. He invited himself and his family in before Helen could ask him to remove his dust-covered boots.

“Please get changed, Barbie!” Helen said dismissively when the Simmons family entered her lovely home. “I apologize for how she is dressed,” Helen said, confusing Harlan.

“Yeah, she is being punished,” Kevin snickered and explained she had to wear a t-shirt and clean up around the house.

“Hell, the girls at my house would consider that a reward!” Harlan chuckled as he sat on the couch without being invited. Helen assumed he meant that his daughters would like to be able to dress as casually as Barbie. He actually meant they usually had to clean up in the nude.

“I don’t see it. What’s the big deal about wearing a t-shirt?” he asked Helen for clarification.

“Well, it was Joe’s idea because Barbie has been very cavalier around the house with what she wears. She is only permitted to wear panties under her shirt,” Helen was mortified, having to explain this idea to another adult.

“Panty Check!” Kevin insisted as soon as his mother explained the concept to Harlan.

His mother was more embarrassed than Barbie was when she quickly pulled the waistband of her panties up and let them snap back.

Becky licked her lips with amusement. Dylan was a little surprised that his very normal, very sweet bookworm of a date was being punished. Harlan thought it was the most pointless punishment he’d ever seen.

“Not in front of company,” Helen warned Kevin not to do that again. “We had a concern she might not have anything under the shirt, so the boys frequently make her show them she has a fresh pair on. It’s perfectly harmless, I assure you,” Helen blushed. Explaining the rules out loud to a total stranger, prompted her to question them once again.

“You won’t get any judgment from me, Ma’am,” Harlan assured her. “I can’t tell you how many people have been to my trailer and judged me for how I discipline my kids, but it definitely works,” he said.

“Yeah, your discipline is way harder than this!” Becky complained. “I would love it if that was all I had to do,” she suggested.

“My sister is on restriction,” Joe finally spoke. “She has to do everyone’s chores, wear only the clothes we pick out for her, and she even gets her mouth washed out if she uses profanity at the table.”

Helen was embarrassed. “You make us sound like total ogres, Joseph. We just started this restriction on a trial basis, and we’ll be re-evaluating it too,” she agreed.

“Oh my gosh. Little miss princess has to clean a dish and wear a t-shirt? Cry me a river. You have it so lucky. You should spend a weekend at my place,” Becky suggested.

Joe was about to take her up on that offer. A couple of scenarios had immediately jumped into his brain. The first and most obvious was that he and Barbie could do full training at the Simmons house, where their activities would be considered the norm.

Another was based on a reality TV show he’d once seen, where housewives from very differing social settings got to see how the ‘other half’ lived by spending a couple of days as a mother in a stranger’s home. Except in Joe’s version it wouldn’t be G rated and it’d be Barbie and Becky who traded places. He put that thought away for future consideration.

Ariel and Marilyn walked down the stairs. They were both still dressed in their blue and white cheerleader uniforms.

“Dad? Why are you here?” Marilyn asked in confusion. She had thought she’d heard her father and knew something had to be wrong. She assumed she herself had done something wrong, and he was there to collect her.

“What are YOU doing here, Cutie Butt?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that here,” Marilyn blushed. Harlan explained that had been her nickname since she was very little, and there wasn’t anything wrong with it.

“OMFG,” Ariel spelled out the acronym in delighted surprise. “My nickname is Pinkerbell!”

The girls giggled together playfully. Becky rolled her eyes with disgust. She was very morose and down on her little sister. “What ARE you doing here, Cutie Butt?” She added her question to her dad’s.

“Why don’t you tell what YOU are doing here, BUBBLE Butt,” Marilyn clearly had a nickname for her older sister too. It was apparent Becky liked that nickname about as much as Marilyn liked her own. It was immediately evident the two sisters were rivals. Kevin was incredibly turned on by the interplay between them, but everyone else ignored it.

“Well, we came here to get Joe and Barbie so we can go to the homecoming dinner of course. Naturally, Dad has a bunch of errands he wants to run on the way home,” Becky explained.

“Like borrowing money so he can turn around and bet it at the dog track?” Marilyn laughed.

“Exactly!” Becky offered her little sister and Dylan, a high five.

“The fucking Dog Track hasn’t been open for months. I am betting on Football! And you two won’t be laughing when I win and bring in three to one!” Harlan defended himself. “Oh, Sorry, Ma’am! I know how you feel about people saying ‘fuck’ in your house. I apologize about that,” he offered quite seriously.

Marilyn admitted she was there because she has been coming over to Ariel’s house after school for weeks. “I told you I was doing that, Dad!” she said.

“You talk so god damn fast, I only hear every third world you say, Cutie Butt,” Harlan laughed. “As long as you are out of trouble and safe, you know I wouldn’t give a shit anyway.”

“Your daughter has been a perfect angel and we love having her here,” Helen interjected.