Sheila came home late, but that was to be expected considering her high school football team won the big game earlier today against their cross-town rivals. She was still dressed in her cheerleader outfit with the little "C" on it that denoted her role as captain. I smiled every time I saw her dressed in the outfit because it reminded me of Patricia, my old girlfriend. Patty was the captain of our cheerleading squad when we were in high school.
Sheila and Patty had very similar personalities. They were both outgoing, friendly and natural leaders, yet physically they were opposite sides of the spectrum. Patty was strawberry blond, medium height and wisp thin. Sheila was dark haired, shorter and built quite nicely.
She was also more of a gymnast than Patty. She did all kinds of flips and handstands when she cheered during basketball season. I once heard her complain to her mother that her chest was too large and interfered with her cheering. Aunt Debbie nodded in understanding, but didn't give her daughter a lot of sympathy. Sheila was big, but not in comparison to Aunt Deb.
"Good game?" Uncle Karl asked as Sheila flopped down onto the couch.
"We crushed them!" Sheila said gleefully. She took the rivalry very seriously.
"You got lucky," I teased. "That interception in the second quarter was big."
"We won thirty one to ten. That's not luck!" Sheila replied. I couldn't help myself. I laughed.
"How was the party afterward?" Aunt Deb asked with a raised eyebrow. It was pretty obvious that Sheila was a bit tipsy.
"Fine," Sheila replied a bit too quickly. Her mother nodded knowingly. Uncle Karl didn't seem to notice Sheila's state. He was a nice guy, but generally pretty clueless. I made a shame-shame motion from behind her parent's back. Sheila stuck her tongue at me and I laughed again.
"Very mature," I teased.
"You know, you are eighteen now," Aunt Deb sighed. Sheila turned eighteen less than a month before.
"And he's twenty-two!" Sheila snapped, pointing at me.
"You two have been at each other for months," aunt Deb groaned. "Don't you think it's time for you both to grow up?"
I looked at my aunt's expression and tried to judge just how annoyed she felt. I didn't want to seriously upset her. Money was tight and Aunt Deb was kind enough to allow me to spend my last year of college at her house instead of my having to pay for an apartment. The guys I roomed with the year before graduated and I couldn't find a place half as cheap. My own parents lived hours away.
"I'm going to bed," Sheila said, ignoring her mother's question. It wasn't long before Aunt Deb and Uncle Karl also retired for the night. I stayed up and watched a pretty brainless movie.
It ended and I shut the television, got a drink and used the bathroom. I made my way up the stairs quietly because I didn't want to wake anyone. The hall was already dark. I stubbed my toe on the last step and cursed silently. I was standing there rubbing my throbbing toe when I heard a moan.
'Go for it Uncle Karl!' I thought with a grin, but then frowned when I realized the sound came from Sheila's room, not my aunt and uncle's. I wondered for a moment if my cousin Sheila drank more than I originally thought. The moan sounded passionate to me, but I could have been wrong. Sheila could be feeling ill from the alcohol.
I moved to her door and opened it slowly. I looked in and found my cousin playing with herself. I had fully intended on disappearing silently if it was passion and not pain that caused Sheila's moan, but it was more difficult then I expected.
Sheila was lying on the bed with her skirt thrust up. Her underwear lay in a ball at the foot of the bed. Her legs were splayed open as her fingers danced across her slightly jutting clit. She had thick, shapely legs and her large breasts were free from the confines of her bunched varsity cheerleading sweater.
Her nipples stood out as she bit her lip, trying to stop from moaning aloud. She was failing badly. Her dark hair, which she wore in a ponytail all day, lay splayed across the pillow.
I didn't know what to do. Actually, I knew exactly what I was supposed to do, but I just couldn't get my body to listen. It didn't matter a moment later because Sheila looked up and noticed me. Yet, instead of stopping, she just smiled and continued to rub her clit.
I entered her room fully and shut the door behind me. Sheila's smile grew wider, but she didn't say anything. Her fingers started moving faster as they worked her pussy. I groaned quietly and untied my sweats. Sheila raised an eyebrow. I shrugged and pulled my cock out. I began stroking it as I watched her. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but there was no way I was going to leave until we both came.
