Isaac Byrne - Tolerance

He held his hands up defensively, fighting to silence his laughter. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just… it’s not what I expected.”

She glared at him. “I mean, I never thought of you as my brother—just, like, this creature we kept in the spare room.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled.

“Oh fuck off, not like you had some Harry Potter childhood locked under the stairs, pussy. Anyway, to suddenly find out this creature might actually be useful for something… and the way they talked about it…” she shrugged. “I just couldn’t figure it out is all. I mean, how did you…? What’s your secret? Did you drug them? Hypnotize them? It can’t have been blackmail… can it?”

In the distance, the PA system announced that half-time had commenced and read out the score; the band and flag squad were taking field as the two teams and their accompanying cheerleaders made for their respective locker rooms.

“I just finally hit my stride,” he lied casually, slowly approaching her. She backed away nervously, but not as fast as he was advancing. “Developed some confidence, figured out how to approach girls, and now… well shit, I can basically get any girl I want.”

“Not any girl,” she said defensively as she backed into the trunk of her car. He kept advancing until he was almost touching her.

“Lauren, if I wanted to, I could follow you into the locker room right now and stage an orgy and not one girl would refuse me.”

His step-sister scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. Even if you had a ten-inch cock that vibrated on command and recited romantic poetry until it spurted its marshmallow-flavored jizz, there’s at least one lesbian on the squad and a dozen plus others who wouldn’t give you the time of day. Shit, for barging into the locker room they’d scream bloody murder and have you arrested.”

“Is that a dare?”

“It’s a certainty. Wait, where are you going!” she ran after him as he about-faced and started striding towards the school’s athletic entrance, where the football team and cheerleaders were filing in.

“Going to bang some cheerleaders,” he said casually.

“DJ, no! You’ll ruin my reputation! And be in SO much trouble!” she added as an afterthought.

He kept walking confidently towards his quarry. “Tell you what. I’ll go in alone and you wait out in the hall. If I talk them into it, I’ll send somebody to fetch you.”

“This is insane—you’re going to wind up in jail,” she insisted, still straggling behind.

He stopped just outside the doors, where the last few football players were hustling in. “Let’s call it a bet. If you’re right and I get busted, I’ll promise to never bring Brittney home again, and never lay a finger on Jody or Brianne or Morgan ever again.”

“Or any of my other friends,” she added frostily.

“Sure, or that.”

She eyed him nervously, his confidence almost making her worry he could actually pull off this insane stunt. “And if you do? You know, if you manage to stage an orgy with the cheerleading team?”

He gave her a cocky grin. “You have to join in.”

Taylor Strehan, captain of the cheerleading squad, gathered her squadmates together for a quick mid-game assessment and “pep talk.” Really, this meant dressing down all the stupid cunts who were fucking up their ends of routines, and the usual dietary reminders for the handful of mouth-breathing cows who were embarrassing the squad’s reputation. Lindsay had ballooned up to a fucking size 8 for Christ’s sake! Did she have no standards?

She was annoyed at having to sneak in these talks at halftimes; the coach was usually around during practice, but Miss Nguyen also dealt with those friendless loser flag girls so she was still on the field. Besides, the skimpy uniforms made for the perfect opportunity to showcase their lax discipline.

She was midway through redressing Michele for her fugly haircut when the door opened—and a man walked in! Several of the girls squealed in alarm, Taylor among them, but then she quickly recognized him as DJ Swanson, Lauren’s dorky older brother. She’d known him for years—Lauren had always tried to keep him away when they were over, but still, he lived there. Not that she liked DJ, but still, she’d put up with him hanging out in the locker room. No big whoop.

For her part, Taylor hated Lauren, and had never been a fan of her step-sibling either. He was a loser, through and through, but… Lauren was a genuine threat. Almost as hot as Taylor and with more money, she threatened to hog a spotlight Taylor knew she rightly deserved. If she weren’t out shutting off her headlights, this would be an awesome opportunity to call her out in front of the whole squad for inviting her step-brother in. As it was though, there was no sense making a fuss over his coming into the locker room. He’d seen her in a swimsuit many a time before, and her uniform still covered more than that. The other girls relaxed as well.

“Hey DJ—Lauren’s out dealing with her car, I think,” she said, trying to steer him away so she could get on with her lecture. Allie was on the chopping block next for that hideous scrunchy she was wearing.

He waved a hand dismissively. “I’m not looking for Lauren. I came to have myself an orgy with a locker room full of cheerleaders,” he said casually.

The girls looked amonst each other self-consciously. An orgy? Orgies usually had multiple guys, she was pretty sure, and besides they were in the middle of a meeting. “This is kind of an inconvenient time for that,” she said, trying to be polite in spite of her natural inclination to tear the head off of anyone stupid enough to get in her way.

“Fuck your convenience, Taylor—I see a locker room full of T&A, and I want to take advantage of it. What guy doesn’t fantasize about coming into a room like this and getting it on with a bunch of girls like you?”

Jessica stepped forward, hands on hips. “Girls like us? What’s that supposed to mean? Like we’re some kind of big sluts just because we’re cheerleaders?” Typical Jessica, Taylor thought, always being confrontational over innocuous comments. Way to not keep your cool, idiot.

DJ frowned at her, then walked over to the dry erase board they used for announcements and such and plucked the market from it, walking back over to Jessica as he uncapped it. Right there on her forehead, he started writing in large block letters. B-I-G was put across her forehead; S-L on her right cheek and U-T on her left. It could probably be read from a hundred feet away.

Taylor laughed. Dumb bitch.

“Well, that answers that,” he said, sounding self-satisfied. Jessica looked in the mirror and pouted. “Anyone else have any complaints?”

Taylor timidly raised a hand, and when DJ called on her, said in her most diplomatic voice (which wasn’t saying much), “Look, we still have the second half of the game to get to… are we going to make it back in time or what?”

He laughed. Mother fucker , she thought. “I tell you what—let’s face facts and accept I can’t fuck all of you, and some of you, I don’t want to.” Some of the girls glared indignantly, though privately, Taylor knew which ones he meant and didn’t blame him. Size 8 Lindsay was practically sporting hoofs as far as Taylor was concerned.

He took a few minutes going through the squad one by one, appraising them like it was his own personal meat market. When Taylor’s turn came up, she quietly complied with him as he lifted her skirt to show her butt, then cupped her breasts and patted them appreciatively. This is kind of dehumanizing, but whatcha gonna do.

In the end, he dismissed all the freshmen and sophomores—even Hope, which surprised her, but then she did still look a little too jail-baity—and then whittled down the juniors and seniors until only three remained—Evelyn, Kylee, and Taylor herself. Not much of an orgy , she thought, but she wasn’t complaining. He had them stand aside while the rest waited near the door. Then, of all things, he sent Jessica out to go get Lauren!