The Cheerleader
Cheerleaders have the best bodies. Firm but soft. Sporty yet not too toned. Their beaming faces and bouncing boobs are icons of sexual mythology, the ether of wet dreams. Strong calves enveloped by high socks leading upwards via juicy thighs to indecent flashes of brilliant white panties. Red heads. Brunettes. Platinum blondes. Chests thrust forward, asses out, waving pom poms, flicking their hair. Just imagine how good it would feel to squeeze their squat-rounded butts and tickle their desperate pussies with a wicked hand slipped beneath those short skirts.
But this is not a story about my obsession with cheerleaders.
This is a story about my 19-year-old sister, Tiffany.
As successful businesspeople, our parents were usually working, so my sister and I would often have the house to ourselves. But as siblings of opposite sexes, that usually meant different things. I liked watching sports while Tiffany liked to watch rom-coms and gossip about her friends. My sister must have been desperate for some brotherly attention because she'd spend hours watching sports with me, although she could never understand the rules.
Whenever we'd watch sports together, Tiffany usually wore nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of white socks and panties and I couldn't stop myself from glancing at her underwear every time she shifted her position on the couch. Her magnificent derriere teased my imagination and stirred my cock, but Tiffany never seemed to notice. Every time she looked at me, my eyes darted back to the television. Throwing in some commentary of my own, I hoped she wouldn't realize I'd been checking her out.
One day we were watching football together and something on the television caught her attention. The cheerleaders. A whole group of gorgeous professionals, close-up, doing a spectacular routine. We were both completely absorbed and I forgot about my half-naked sister for the few moments. The two of us just sat there, staring at the T.V.. Admiring the way they moved. Tiffany was impressed they could memorize so many complex dance moves and she clapped as they flew through the air.
I just enjoyed watching the cheerleaders parading their vivacious bodies around.
After that, Tiffany seemed even more interested in watching sports with me and it gave her an idea. She took up dancing shortly afterwards and from that day forth there was always loud music blaring from her bedroom. The soft thud of her feet could be heard as she practiced day and night. I didn't mind at all. Sometimes she would practice in the living room and the way she thrust her hips out and shook her peachy ass really turned me on.
Tiffany never seemed to notice me staring at her, probably with my mouth slightly open and drool running out. But in all seriousness, she just saw me as her loving older brother who would help her with everything. Whenever our parents went away, I would cook and do all the chores. Tiffany would just lounge by the pool all day, sunbathing in tiny revealing bikinis. A natural blonde with ocean blue eyes, Tiffany was the definition of a babe. Her perfect body was a masterpiece of teen sexuality, and amazingly, she acted like she has no idea guys were into her.
Anyway, my nineteen-year-old sister was determined to make the cheerleading squad and I guiltily felt my penis stir with curiosity whenever she paraded around the house in her cheerleading outfit, thrusting her hips from side to side, practicing her provocative routine. Tiffany practiced her dance routine every day and would often ask me to watch her perform. As her loving big brother, I had no choice but to agree.
"Watch this!"
"I'm watching."
"Did you see that?"
"I saw it."
"I'm good, right?"
I'd just sit there with a pillow over my lap.
"Of course, Tif, you're amazing..."
She had a special uniform for her routine consisting of a short pink skirt and tight-fitting crop top, knee-high white socks, white trainers, and gold pom-poms. She had a flexible body, shapely legs, blossoming breasts, blonde pigtails, and an adorable face, which when combined, made a smoking hot impression. Although Tiffany was my younger sister, she was 19, and seeing her dressed like a slutty cheerleader made her ultimate object of my sexual desires.
The day before her cheerleading trials she came into my room and asked me to come and watch her perform again. Her routine had improved throughout the week. She seemed better balanced with every attempt and her kicks were getting higher. I sat down in the usual spot on the edge of her bed and waited for the show to begin. Before she started, she bent over to tie her shoelaces, exposing her perfect ass and silky white panties.
I could see the outline of her pussy showing through her translucent underwear and literally started to salivate. All I wanted to do was take off her clothes and lick her virginal pussy. My little sister was driving me crazy. Her legs were perfectly shaped from a combination of good genetics and persistent exercise. Her toned thighs were silky, her calves firm, and I imagined myself running my hand up the back of her legs until I reached her perky ass to give it a forbidden squeeze.
My sister stood up abruptly and spun around just as my imagination was getting the better of me.
"Ready!" she exclaimed with her usual infectious enthusiasm.
I couldn't wait.
The movements she made were familiar to me by now. I knew when to watch her chest to enjoy the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down and I knew when to keep my eyes peeled for a brief flash of panties whenever she kicked forward. I somehow managed to sneak glances at the exposed flesh of her midriff and legs while making it seem as though I were simply watching her dance moves.
Tiffany just beamed with delight at all the attention she was receiving.
My favourite moment in the routine was when she spun round and flicked her skirt from side to side, showing off her resplendent ass. The pink skirt swayed from side to side, exposing the round curves that formed the undersides of her ass cheeks. The best part of having my sister shake her ass in my face was that I could just sit back, relax and enjoy the show without having to pretend I was paying just as much attention to her arm work or posture compared with her incredibly hot body.
"How was it?" she asked, flicking a loose strand of hair from her face and trying to catch her breath as she reached the end of her routine.
"Amazing," I said, and I meant it.
My sister was actually really good. I loved the way she looked in her tight-fitting uniform, her skin starting to shine from a hint of perspiration and her cheeks flushed red from her alluring exertions. Tiffany was delighted with my response and she gave me a kiss on the cheek to say thanks before shooing me out of her room. I remained stooped over as I slunk off, trying to hide my indiscretion.
That afternoon, I took a long shower and slowly brought myself to the edge thinking about my sister and her sexy cheerleading routine. I savored the memory of her perfect lithe body dancing in front of me. Every detail of her flesh and every detail of her kinky pink cheerleading outfit were emblazoned on my mind. I remembered the way she smelt, leaning over to kiss me, of sweat and cheap perfume.
