A Brother to Cheer For

"No, I'm just going to head home," I remarked. "Get some stuff done."

"I don't blame you," she remarked. "Your stepbrother is a cutie. I love it when he comes to our games."

"Aren't there any other guys you could hit on?" I blurted out, and I immediately regretted saying those words.

"Why?" Becky asked. "He's hot. Who wouldn't fall for him? And besides, it would be pretty cool if we became sisters someday, don't you think?"

"I don't know," I answered. "It would be kind of strange."

"You'll get used to me," she replied. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

Becky climbed into her car, started it up, and drove off.

I couldn't allow Becky to seduce my stepbrother. The thought of Bobby's cock going inside anyone else made me sick to my stomach.

At that moment, I knew I had to talk to Bobby. I had to do something before it was too late.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my car keys. However, a strong gust of wind came flying in. My miniskirt flew up into the air.

Instinctively, I attempted to hold my skirt down with both hands. Suddenly, I dropped my keys, and they fell into a manhole that was beneath my feet.

"Oh shit!" I yelled.

My keys were gone! I couldn't believe that I could be so clumsy!

Suddenly, I had an idea.

I reached for the cell phone in my purse, dialed a number, and called Bobby.

Bobby arrived at Southlake University a few minutes later.

He parked his vehicle in front of mine, opened his car door, and climbed out. He approached me.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

At that moment, I burst into tears.

It was easy for me to cry. All I had to do was imagine Bobby being with another woman.

At that moment, Bobby ran over and hugged me. I allowed him to wrap his arms around me and comfort me. He rubbed his right hand through my hair.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay," he promised. "Everything is going to be alright."

"Just take me home," I cried. "This has been a really tough day."

"Alright, let's go," Bobby replied.

Bobby stared at the road ahead of him as he drove. He remained silent.

I knew I had to say something. I had to tell him how I felt. Becky would make her move on him soon, and I couldn't allow my heart to get broken.

However, I couldn't muster up the courage to vocally express my true feelings.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

I slowly lifted my miniskirt up, showing off as much of my legs as I possibly could. I rubbed my hands against my thighs as I held my miniskirt up.

Bobby immediately noticed that I was trying to turn him on. Then he frowned.

"Do you need me to turn the heat on?" he asked. "You look like you're struggling to stay warm."

"No, it's okay," I said. "I can keep myself cool, thanks."

I rubbed my hands all over my legs, stroking them.

"You're weird," he said.

"I'm your sister," I remarked. "Weird is the new normal."

"Stepsister," he corrected.

"Whatever you say," I said, as I rubbed my legs even more.

"I'm going to get you a blanket," Bobby said. "I'm easily distracted, and I don't want you to feel cold."

Bobby stopped his car, parked, climbed out, and headed over to his car trunk.

I groaned. My seductive tactics weren't working.

I was doing everything I could think of to get him to make a move. Unfortunately, nothing I did made an impact. He just wasn't into me.

"Here, this should help," Bobby said, as he returned to his car and handed me a blanket.

"Thanks," I replied.

I placed the blanket on top of my legs. I wasn't actually cold, but I didn't feel like arguing.

I knew that Becky was going to make her move on my stepbrother soon. Somehow, someway, I had to stop her. I had to make Bobby fall for me.

Bobby and I arrived back at our house a few minutes later. We entered the living room.

"I got to get back to working on my paper," he told me. "I'll see you later."

"Actually, I do need your help with something!" I blurted out. "Please?"

"What is it?" Bobby asked.

"Could you... could you help me practice my routine?" I asked him. "I've been struggling recently."

"I don't know," Bobby answered. "I'm not familiar with, you know, cheerleading and that type of stuff so..."

"I just need you to do some holding and provide some feedback on my cheers," I told him. "Nothing complicated. I just need some help. Please?"

Bobby sighed.

"Okay, but quickly," he answered. "I have a lot of things to do, and I can't afford to fall any further behind on work."

"I'm going to work on some moves first," I told him. "Then we'll get to the cheers. First, hold my right leg up."

I held my right leg out in front of him.

Bobby raised my right leg up into the air. He placed my right foot on his left shoulder. I smiled as I forced him to look up my skirt and stare at my thin cheerleader panties.

"What is this for?" he asked.

"Just a move that most cheerleaders have to work on to be successful," I lied. "Now, the other leg."

Bobby placed my right leg down. Then he raised my left leg up into the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck, placing my face as close to his face as possible.

I was tempted to kiss Bobby, but I wanted him to make a move first. Unfortunately, he didn't respond.

"Anything else?" he asked, as he set my leg down.

"Yes," I replied. "Now I'm going to do a handstand. Just hold both of my feet up, and don't let go."

I leaned forward and got on my hands. My miniskirt flew up, giving Bobby a clear view of my ass.

Bobby grabbed onto my feet and held onto them. He held his breath as I did my handstand. I could tell that he was looking up my skirt and staring at my goodies.

At that moment, I wanted my stepbrother to go down on me right there. I wanted him to rip apart my cheerleader bloomers and feast on my moist pussy. Then I wanted him to stick that cock in me, fuck me hard, and fill my pussy up with his warm white cum.

I wanted him so badly. Why couldn't he see that I wanted him?

My dirty thoughts aroused me so much that I forgot to concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing.

At that moment, I lost my balance. I fell and hit the floor.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Bobby yelled. "Are you okay?"

I began to answer, but I stopped myself. Instead, I pretended to be unconscious. I shut my eyes and waited.

"You okay?" I heard him ask.

At that moment, I stopped breathing.

Bobby shook me, attempting to wake me up. I didn't move, and I did everything I could to make certain that he couldn't hear me breathe.

"Please wake up! Please!" he screamed.

Then it happened. Bobby opened my mouth and began to give me CPR.

At that moment, I opened my eyes, stuck my tongue in my stepbrother's mouth, and began to make out with him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Bobby yelled, as he pulled his mouth away from my own mouth. "What are you doing?"

"What?" I asked.

"You just... you just kissed me!" he cried. "I know you know that! You just stuck your tongue in my mouth!"

"Bobby, I'm a cheerleader," I said, as I climbed to my feet. "And I have a really big game tomorrow. So I was hoping you could cheer me up. Or maybe..."

At that moment, I reached for the zipper on his jeans. I grabbed it and pulled it down.

"I could cheer you up," I said, as I reached for his cock.

Bobby slapped my hands away and backed away from me.

"mom and dad would not be thrilled if they knew about this," Bobby replied. "About what you think of me."

"Probably," I replied. "But... and I do mean, butt..."

At that moment, I spun around and bent over. My miniskirt went up my legs as I exposed my ass to Bobby.

"You really like puns, don't you?" Bobby asked.

"I like a lot of things," I replied. "Yes, Mom and Dad would not be happy if they knew who I was into. But I already knew that. Now why don't you show me what you're into?"

I smacked my right cheek and waited for Bobby to make a move. However, he just stood there, staring at me.

"Too direct?" I asked.

"Well..."

"Look, maybe I was too aggressive," I said.

I stood up and walked over to him.

"I just wanted..."

Suddenly, Bobby grabbed my face with both of his hands, leaned forward, and kissed me. He pushed his warm tongue into my mouth as he made out with me.

After a few seconds, our lips and tongues separated. Bobby smiled at me.

"This is really happening," I exclaimed. I knew I was blushing, but I didn't care.

"Yes, it is," Bobby replied. "You want me to make a move? Well, here it is!"

Bobby picked me up and tossed me onto the couch. My miniskirt flew up into the air, allowing everything that was underneath the piece of fabric to became exposed.

Bobby grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him.

"Let's get these little panties off you," he whispered.

Bobby grabbed onto my cheerleader bloomers, reached underneath them, and pulled them up and off of my legs.

Bobby raised the panties up to his mouth and smelled the crotch. He smiled.

"You touched yourself this morning," he told me.