Take her somewhere more private

"Do we have to?" Joan asks you as she clings to you, her hands grasping at your shirt as she looks up at you, her dark eyes large and intense as you look down at her. "Can't we go someplace else and spend the day together, John?" She practically pleads with you.

"Joan, I..." you start to protest, knowing that you should get her to school, the logical part of your mind telling you that you shouldn't be alone with her right now, but sitting there staring into her large seductive eyes as she presses her soft body against you, your instincts override any logic, your desire to have her squelching any **** in your mind. "Yes," you assure her after a few moments of quiet inner struggle, leaning down to give her full lips a quick kiss, "we can spend the day together."

"Oh, John," your younger sister almost purrs in delight, her hands caressing your chest through your shirt, "thank you. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Joan," you assure her, kissing her soft lips once more before advising her, "why don't you call Mom and let her know that we're going to spend the day together. Have her call the school and make an excuse for you," You tell her, putting the car in gear and started to pull away from the curb.

"What... what should I tell her?" She asks, obviously worried about what your mother will think about her skipping school to spend the day with you.

"Just tell her that you need to talk to me, that we haven't spent any time together and you need me to help you through a couple of things. Make it seem very important, as if you are struggling with something, but don't give her too many details," You suggest, remembering how you had always managed to con my mother into allowing you to skip school.

"You've done this before," Joan challenges you with a questioning look as she dig her phone out of her pocket.

"Most of my Senior year," you assure her with a wink as you manage to merge back into the morning traffic, listening as your younger sister calls your mother at home. Mom is naturally **** at first but Joan plays her part to perfection, making it seem that she's suffering from some teenage drama and that you are the only person who can help. Finally after a couple of minutes of asking questions that Joan expertly evades, Mom agrees to call the school and get an excused absence for Joan. "Tell her I'll give her a raincheck on lunch," You add once your mom agrees, Joan relaying the message to your mom.

"She says you owe her dinner now," Joan informs you as she hangs up the phone, looking up out the window for a few seconds at an unfamiliar neighborhood before asking curiously, "where are we going, John?"