Jon dares Cassandra.

The air was heavy with tension. No one in the room quite knew how to move forward, not with Michael in the room. He was pretty visibly uncomfortable, refusing to make eye contact or to even speak up at all. It wasn't every day that a guy saw his younger sister get her tits out for a strange man to suck on.

Jon was the only one who didn't seem affected by the air of discomfort in the hot tub. He had clearly gotten what he had wanted out of the dare, and who could blame him? He had certainly gotten the reaction that he had wanted out of Jean and he had gotten the chance to make her younger brother blush, too. There were no doubts, now, about who was 'in charge' in the hot tub.

"Alright, Cassandra," Jon said with a grin. "I'm gonna dare you next."

Cassandra laughed. "Is it my turn already?" she said. She flipped her golden hair over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes at the others on the other side of the tub. "I thought I had some time left."

"Nope," Jon said. "You're up."

Cassandra smiled and crossed her arms over her ample chest. "Alright," she said. "What's the dare, then? Bet you can't make me blush."

Jon cocked an eyebrow. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe," Cass giggled.