New Self Defense Class at Washington High - Ch. 9, Heather Gets Recruited

**Chapter 9 - Heather Gets Recruited**
The previous day, when Erin and Stephanie left the school, taking Rich back to the hospital, the ladies in the principal’s office came up with a plan. Before the self defense class was to resume, all boys needed to have their nuts tested, no matter how long it took. They did not want to cause any more anguish to any of the girls in that class.
“We need to start this testing program right away,” Principal Brown commanded to the group. “Starting tomorrow!”
“But tomorrow’s Sunday,” Nurse Spalding reminded her boss.
“I don’t care, this is of the utmost urgency. I will not have any more of our girls suffer like Heather here has. I will send out a text bulletin to every boy in this class, requesting they come in tomorrow. Do you have what you need to conduct these tests?”
The nurse sat silently for a moment, pondering how this might get accomplished. “There are about 20 boys in that class. I can call my new assistant, Gail and see if she’s available. I bet Miss Hartel, the Phy Ed teacher would help out… ” The nurse looked over at Heather and her mother, “Heather, you were so good testing Rich’s nut today, do you think you’ll be up for helping us out?”
Now sitting curled up on the couch next to her mother, Heather whispered something to her mom. The nurse and principal could see the apprehension in both of their faces.
“Do you think there will be much ball-popping?” Heather’s mother, Amy asked, concerned for her daughter.
“Well, it’s hard to say,” the nurse said trying to do the math in her head. “If all of the boys show up, that’s 20. Assuming all of them have both balls, that’s like…” she paused.
“40,” the principal chimed in, amazed at the slowness of her head nurse.
“Right - 40 balls. And who knows how strong each of those balls are? I mean, that’s kind of why we’re doing the testing, right? - to see how strong each individual nut is so no girl has to go through what you went through, Heather.”
“I can understand your apprehension, dear,” Ms. Brown said, patting Heather on the knee. “There’s the potential for a lot of boys to have their balls popped tomorrow - but we hope you see the importance of these tests. We were so impressed with how you could tell precisely when Rich’s nut was going to give way today, and to put it bluntly, we could really use your help. You seem to have a gift.”
“Our biggest concern isn’t how many guys will have their balls popped, it really comes down to the sound,” Amy explained. “Just in this last week, I could see how jumpy she was any time there was a loud noise. She didn’t even tell me she had ruptured a guy’s nut until the other day when she almost lost her mind at a birthday party and every time someone popped a balloon she nearly jumped out of her skin,” she said squeezing her daughter tight. “I mean, you would think a girl would be proud to tell her mother she cracked her first egg, but I had to drag it out of her.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize it was that bad,” Ms. Brown said leaning back in her chair. “I remember my first time. I hit the guy so hard I actually castrated him on the spot. Of course, they didn’t have all of the fancy ways of repairing nuts back then, so if a guy even had a slight rupture, they just snipped it off,” she said, doing a scissors gesture with her fingers.

“You ruptured a guy?” Heather now spoke up.
“Damn right I did. More than one, honey. But now it just sounds like I’m bragging.”
Heather whispered something in her mom’s ear for a few moments.
“Tell you what,” Amy said. “Heather’s willing to help, at least for tomorrow. But she has two requests.”
“Sure, what can we do?” The principal said.
“She would like to have the school provide some sort of hearing protection for her - you know, to avoid hearing that crunching and popping sound.”
“I’m sure we can provide that. What’s the second request?”
“She’d like you to help out with the tests as well.”
“Well, now. Isn’t that interesting.” Ms. Brown said with a little chuckle. “You know how long it’s been since I…” she caught herself and gave in. “I’ll be there honey, don’t you worry.”
All four ladies stood up to say their goodbyes and exchange hugs after such an eventful day.
“I’m going to send out a text saying we start at 10 am tomorrow. If you guys can come by around 9:30, we can get some things ironed out before we start, that would be fantastic.”
Amy nodded and leaned in to whisper to Ms. Brown, “She really admires you.”
“Likewise!” The principal said smiling. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”


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When Heather and her mother, Amy, returned home that evening, they both had huge ice cream cones in hand.
“Looks like someone is celebrating," a voice came from the kitchen.
“Brian!” Heather screamed and ran over to her older brother who just came back from college for a surprise weekend visit. “What are you doing home?”
“A guy can’t surprise his favorite sister and beautiful mother?” He said charmingly. “So what are we celebrating?”
“Well,” Amy said, joining her two children in a group hug, “Your sister here was just selected to a very important position over at the high school. Hand picked by the principal!”
“Wow! Ain’t that something?” Brian said with pride. “What were you hand picked for? Something for cheerleading?”
“Not exactly,” their mother said, loosening her hug.
“Well, what is it?” He asked, even more curious now.
Heather looked over to her mother. “Tell him, honey.”
“I got selected to help test guys nuts in our self defense class!” Heather said proudly.
“To do what?” Brian said.
Seeing her daughter searching for the words, Amy piped up. “It’s kind of a long story, but Heather accidentally ruptured one of the guys’ nuts in her class. There was this meeting today with the principal and we all discovered that your sister has an uncanny ability to determine just when a guys nut will split.”

“Split?”
“Yeah, you know, pop. Crack open. RUPTURE!” She said emphatically.
“And you learned that today?” Brian said. “How ever did you discover this gift?”
“Like I said,” Amy continued, “we were at the principal’s office today with this boy, Rich - who coincidentally was the guy she ruptured earlier in the week.”
“But they were able to fix it!” Heather blurted out.
“Yes, they were able to fix it. Well, as you can imagine, Heather popping Rich’s nut was devastating.”

Brian nodded.

“And the principal called this meeting and one thing led to another and pretty soon they had us checking the integrity of this guy’s nut to be sure, you know, this wouldn’t happen to Heather again and this young lady could tell precisely when that guy’s nut was going to burst. So now, she gets to test every guys’ nuts in the whole class tomorrow. Isn’t that great?!”
“Wow, sis!” Brian said, sneaking a bite of his sister’s ice cream cone. “I wish we had someone like you over at the University. I can’t tell you how many guys have ruptured a nut right before a big football game - it’s so careless. Last week it cost us the game.”
“Speaking of football, it’s Saturday, you guys aren’t playing tonight?” Amy asked her son.
“No, we have a bye this week, you knew that! That’s how I was able to come home!”
“And you decided to spend it with us. That’s so sweet honey,” Amy said, offering him a bite of her cone.
“Oh, and I’ll be a starter next week, so you two should come! It’s a home game!”
“EEEEEEK!” Heather yelled, “you’re going to be a starter? That’s so great,” she went to hug her brother and did so with such enthusiasm that her knee came up slightly, brushing both of her brother’s balls.
“Ooof,” Brian said, bending over slightly.
A concerned look came over Amy face. “Honey, how are your nuts doing? Are they strong enough for college football?”
“Um, yeah, I think so,” he said still trying to catch his breath.
“Well, dear, you’re a starter now. You need to be sure you’re available for the game this week. You don’t want to let your teammates down like those other guys!” Brian nodded in approval. “Have you had your nuts tested?”
“No, they don’t really have that at the University. Hey!” He exclaimed, looking over at his little sister, “You don’t think YOU could test my nuts, do you?”
“I don’t know, Brian,” she said rather meekly, “I’ve only really tested one guy’s nuts. It’s not like I’m an expert or anything yet.”

“But you guys just told me, Heather was selected by the principal herself to have you test your whole class, right?!” Brian said enthusiastically.
“What do you think, mom?” Heather said, looking to her mother for guidance.
“Do you love your brother?”
“That’s a silly question, of course I do!”
“You can see how much his new starting role means to him, right?” Heather nodded. “Wouldn’t you feel awful if he ruptured one of his nuts before his big debut on Saturday and couldn’t play?”
“Well, yeah,” Heather sulked.
“It’s a no-brainer, if you ask me,” Amy encouraged her daughter.
“You sure you want me to do this?” Heather asked her brother.
A huge grin was now plastered on Brian’s face. “When can we get started?”
“YES!” Heather screamed as she threw her arms around her brother’s large shoulders. Then she saw the time on the clock in front of her. “Shit! I have a date with Pete tonight.”
“Oh, we can do it tomorrow,” Brian said, “I can wait.”
“But I have that nut testing thing at school tomorrow and I have no idea how long it will be,” Heather said, slightly panicked. “Tell you what, I can test you for about 10 minutes right now and I’ll tell Pete I’m tired later tonight and we can finish when I get home.”
“You’d do that for me?” Brain asked.
“Of course I would - you’re going to be a starter! We gotta test those nuts!”
“So where do you want me?” Brain asked his sister.
“I prefer the stomp method for the most accurate nut testing,” Heather said looking around the living room. “Tell you what, go kneel next to the coffee table and place your nuts on there - that will be perfect.” Taking another glance at the table, she added, “Just don’t put them on the glass part - that could be tricky.” Eliciting a laugh from all three of them.
“I’m going to go get changed for my date. Wait here, I’ll be right back!” Heather said running up the stairs to her bedroom.
Brian went over to the table and was about to kneel down when he asked his mother, “These off, or through the fly?” He said gesturing to his zipper.
“I don’t think she’d mind either way,” Amy said to her son. “You can pick since she’s the one doing you the favor!”

“Fair enough,” Brian said as he pulled his entire sack out of the fly of his jeans and placed it on the edge of the coffee table.
“Wow, those have gotten bigger since the last time I saw them,” Amy said.
“I don’t remember, when was that?”
“Your sophomore year in high school. Remember when I had to take you to Schuler’s to get you a nut cup to fit those things?” She said, laughing at the memory.
“Oh, yeah. That poor girl at the store had never seen nuts so big - but she found us a cup!”
“That barely fit, if I remember right,” Amy laughed.
“It was kind of hard to run, but I think it made my nuts tougher. I don’t even use a cup in college now,” Brian said proudly.
“What?!!” Amy said concerned, slapping down at the nuts splayed out on the table, causing Brian to jump a little.
“You ready?” Heather yelled as she came down the stairs.
Brian couldn’t believe what he saw in front of him. In an all-white, satin and lace dress that only came down to mid-thigh and a bodice that showed off plenty of cleavage, his sister was a knock out. And with every step taken down the staircase, a flash of shiny pink satin panties could be seen. At this moment he was glad he kept his cock tucked into his jeans and just had his balls out.
“Holy shit, bro!” Heather said, snapping him out of his trance. “Look at those nuts!”
“You like em?” He asked proudly.
“Well, they’ll give me a lot to work with, that’s for sure!” Heather said, setting down her black Mary-Jane shoes on the table.
“You’re not going to use those?” Brian asked, pointing to his sister’s shoes.
“Ahh, those have about three-inch high platforms, my dear brother. I think our test would be over fairly quickly,” she then glanced down to her brother’s nuts, “Even with those huge balls you got there! Let’s stick with my bare feet for now.”
“You’re the expert,” he said looking up at his little sister who was now stepping up on the coffee table, again flashing her pink panties.
“Mother, can you come grab my hand so I can balance better?” Heather asked. Her mother obliging.
“Now, I like to start out getting a feel for the nut by rocking my foot back and forth for a while.”
“She likes to tenderize them first,” Amy joked, as her daughter placed her right foot on her brother’s left nut.
Back and forth her foot rocked, applying ever-so-slightly more pressure with each movement. Brian leaned back just enough so he could now clearly see up his sister’s dress. And what a view it was. He could swear he could see the outline of her precious lips. This was going so much better than he could have ever hoped.
“I’m going to start putting most of my weight on your left nut now, okay?”
Brian just groaned in approval.
Heather carefully shifted the weight to her right foot, still holding on to her mother’s hand. She could feel the heat of her brother’s nut on the bottom of her foot. This felt different to when she was doing this to Rich just a few short hours ago - more intimate. All three of them could hear a creaking sound coming from under her foot.
*Is that the table or his nut?* Amy wondered to herself. *I’m sure it’s fine.*
Brian could really feel the pressure building - and he liked it. The view of his sister’s panties, the glorious pain in his left nut - he was in ecstasy.
“Your nuts are tough,” Heather said, “It’s almost like you have trained them.”
Brian looked over at his mother and they both shared a smile.


“What?” Heather said, now applying much more pressure, looking over at her mother.
“I may have helped that a little bit, but it was mostly that we couldn’t find him a nut cup to fit his nuts,” Amy explained. "And now, he doesn't even wear a nut cup any more!"

"WHAT?!" Heather asked, shocked.
The door bell rang.
“I got it,” Amy said gliding across the living room.
“So, these have been toughened up, uh?” Heather said to her brother, raising her right knee high in the air - giving Brian his best look yet up his sister’s dress. And just as Pete entered the front door - BAM!! Heather brought her foot aggressively down to her brother’s awaiting nut.
As tough as those nuts were, Brian really felt that one, as his upper torso was jolted upright.
“Ooooye!” He shouted, trying to catch his breath.
Her foot still planted firmly on her brother’s nut, Heather turned to see her boyfriend at the front door. Of course, pivoting with her weight still on Brian’s nut, almost like she was putting out a cigarette. If it weren’t for the commotion at the door, everyone would have heard the ligaments crunching under her foot.
“Pete!” Heather cried, as she pushed herself off of her brother’s nut, jumping off the coffee table.
Pete - as would be expected - was taken aback with what was taking place in front of him, when Heather smothered him with a huge hug.
“How you doing, baby?” She asked her still shocked boyfriend.
Pete just looked around, stunned.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Heather apologized. “Pete, this is my brother, Brian. Brian, Pete.”
Brian started getting up from his kneeling position - at least he tried to.
“No, don’ get up,” Pete said making his way over to his girlfriend’s brother, whose huge nuts were still hanging out of his jeans obscenely. The two shook hands and Pete backed up quickly.
“And you know my mom,” Heather said, motioning to where Amy was standing.
“Hi Mrs. Anderson,” Pete said shaking her hand, glad to be looking at something else.
Heather picked up her Mary-Janes and went over to the coffee table to put them on. Lifting her leg high enough for her brother to once again see her pink panties, she stared into his eyes as she laced up each of her shoes.
“I’ll be back in couple hours and we can test Mr. Righty, got it?” She teased her brother.
“I’ll be here,” he said tucking his nuts back into his jeans, “And so will they,” he said as he zipped up and patted his groin.
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Heather wasn’t usually much of a drinker, although most of her high school friends were. When she and Pete arrived at the party, most of the gang had gotten a head start on them.
“Shots!” Someone yelled and brought a shot to each of the two new party guests.
Heather, feeling a little adventurous this evening, grabbed both of the shots and swallowed them both consecutively. “Woo-hoo!” She yelled. “Let’s get this party started!”
Throughout the evening Pete wanted so badly to ask her what was going on back at her house earlier, and after a few drinks he finally got the courage.
“So what was with your brother’s balls being out and you stomping them?” He asked his now inebriated date.
“He asked for it,” she slurred.
“Really?” Pete asked, “What did he do?”
Although drunk, Heather picked up on the misinterpretation. “Aaaahhaha, no. For real. He asked me to do it,” she said draping her arms around him.
“Why would any guy ASK for that?” He said.
“Because he’s going to be a STARTER!” She yelled. Followed by, “Woo-hoo! Wait, what time is it?”
“Midnight, why?” Pete asked.
“I gotta get home! Take me home!” Heather demanded. “He’s waiting for me!”
Pete knew not to ask any more questions. He grabbed a sandwich off a tray to help him sober up enough to drive and off they went.
When he walked her to the front door of her house she was anxious to get inside. But not with Pete. She reached out, grabbed him with both hands around his neck, gave him a huge kiss, then pushed him away.
“Thanks for a fun night, Pete. Let’s do it again sometime.” He tried to kiss her again, but she held up her hand to stop him. “Next time,” she said. Pete got the hint and turned and left.
Heather watched Pete drive away and waved as he did. She then turned around, reached up under her dress, pulled down her pink panties, hid them in her fist and flung open the front door.
Her brother was asleep on the couch with the TV still on and all of the lights off. She wasn’t sure if she should bother him or not. But then she remembered the promise she made - that she would help test his nuts before he headed back to college.
She tip-toed over to her sleeping brother, trying to be careful. That didn’t last long when one of her large platform shoes kicked into the coffee table in front of the couch. “Shit!” The still-drunk girl whispered loudly.
“Heather?” Brian said groggily, “Is that you?”
“Yeah, bro. You awake?”
“I must have dozed off, how was your date?”
“It was okay. I think he had too much to drink, though.”
“Oh, HE did?” Brian asked with a slight laugh.
“How’s your nut? I didn’t hurt you earlier, did I?”
“Haha, no sis, I’m fine. Now let’s get you to bed,” he said putting his hand on her back and walking her toward the staircase.
“But we needs to - ah - test your right nut,” she slurred.
“I can find someone else to do it, you have a big day tomorrow.”
“Mom! Is mom going to test your nut?” She said a bit too loudly.
“Shhhh, now you’re going to wake her,” Brian said, trying to calm her down.
“You don’t want me to test your nut, do you? Am I not good enough?”
“It’s not that. It’s late,” Brian said pushing her to the stairs where she spun and sat down, looking like she was either going to cry or throw a fit.
Remembering she had slipped her panties off, she slowly started spreading her legs to grab her brother’s attention. It worked.
“Can’t I pleeeeeeaase test your nut tonight?” She said, spreading even wider, and now biting her bottom lip.
That did it. He was done.

He reached out his hand to her. She gladly accepted and they walked hand in hand to the couch and coffee table. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television. Now just the light coming in from outside lit the living room.
He undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor.
“We test the right nut, then we go to bed,” he said somewhat sternly.
“You’re the best!” Heather said, kissing Brian on the cheek. She stepped up onto the coffee table, her Mary-Janes still on, neither one of them really noticing.
“Balls out, mister!” She demanded now towering above him. "On your knees!"
Brian reached into his boxers and took out each huge nut and got down on his knees.
“God damn,” Heather muttered under her breath as she positioned herself to his right side.
Facing her brother, she lifted her right foot and brought it down slowly on his right nut. It was at this point that she realized she still had her lethal platform shoes on.
“I should take these off,” she said taking her foot off her brother’s nut. Brian quickly reached out and without saying a word, grabbed a hold of her shoe and placed it back on his nut.
“Test it with these,” he said softly.
She smiled down on her brother, dampness forming in her slit.
First she rocked her foot back and forth, putting just a small amount of pressure on the orb. She pushed a little harder. He moaned slightly. More wetness formed in her pussy.
More pressure, more moaning. The harder she pressed, the louder his moaning got.
*Wow, he’s enjoying this as much as me,* she thought. *Maybe I should go harder?*
So she did.
He arched his back and took the pain, his head now resting on the sofa behind him.
“Take it,” he whispered. She could see the huge hard-on pushing at the fabric of his boxers. Her brother was offering her his nut. She was beside herself.
Her pussy gushed with juices. She stood up straight, putting all her weight on his right nut, the flesh getting buried under her black shoe. There was no mistaking the cracking sounds coming from the coffee table this time. It was his nut. His glorious, huge, right nut. *And he’s giving it to me,* she thought.
Suddenly the living room lights came on, snapping them both out of their splendor.
“Do you think he passed the test,” Amy said walking into the room.
Startled, Heather stepped back awkwardly, her left shoe now landing on the glass portion of the coffee table. After one excruciating second, the glass started to crack and just as it was about to give way, Brian leapt to his feet and grabbed his sister in the nick of time, holding her around the waist, pulling her tight to him, his cock still throbbing and now sticking out the flap of his boxers, but hidden by her dress.
“Maybe we should call it a night?” Amy suggested, unaware that as Heather slid down Brian’s waist that her daughter wasn’t wearing underwear and her son’s cock was now only about an inch away from penetrating her. He tried to hold her in place to avoid fucking his sister right in front of his mother, but the sweat the two had generated made it impossible for him to hold her any longer. Slowly she slid down until she was impaled by his rigid cock, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.
“Remember, you have a big day of nut testing tomorrow, sweetheart,” Amy said from across the room. “Be sure you get some sleep.”
“Good night, mom,” Heather said sliding further down, her mother oblivious.
“Good night, honey," Amy said and went back to bed.