A Brother to Cheer For

This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental. The characters that are present or implied to be present within this poem are all adults and are at least 18 years of age. They are portrayed as steps. This author neither encourages nor promotes sexual acts where at least one party does not provide consent. The acts that are described in this poem may or may not be legal and should not be attempted in real life without the proper consent and proper legal consultation or awareness of local/state laws regarding sexual relations.

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I opened my eyes as I awoke. Sunlight poured in through my bedroom window. I smiled.

It was Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I was able to sleep in, I didn't have to go to any classes, and I was free to go out and have some fun.

However, the best part about Saturday was that it was gameday. And I always got to be a part of each and every game.

I was a cheerleader for Southlake University's football team, and it was easily the best thing about going to college.

Our school colors were black and blue, and our mascot was a shore-man. Naturally, every guy that heard of our school, and who knew what our mascot was, referred to the mascot as the "seaman."

I recently transferred to Southlake University, but my previous cheerleader experience, and my ability to perform a variety of stunts, allowed me to get onto the squad right away.

I could hear an alarm clock go off in the room next to me. My stepbrother, Bobby Williams, was awake. I could hear him groan as he hit the snooze button.

My dad recently married Bobby's mom, and we moved into her house last month.

I wasn't used to having a new mom and a new brother, but I welcomed the change. I was glad that my father was happy again.

I missed my friends back home, but I knew that moving was for the best.

I climbed out of bed and stretched, getting ready for what would hopefully be an eventful day.

I slipped off my white T-shirt, tossing it onto the floor. I played with my boobs as I stared at myself in the mirror. I didn't like wearing a bra. No matter what bra I wore, it was always too tight. Having my boobs get held back was not a pleasant experience, especially for a girl with double D's.

I took off my panties, kicking them off my feet and across the bedroom. I stared at my naked body in the mirror and smiled.

Then I walked over to my closet, opened the doors, and pulled out my cheerleader uniform.

I grabbed the top and put it on. Then I took the miniskirt and slipped that on.

The cheerleader top was dark blue with black stripes underneath the breast line. The miniskirt was black with blue sea waves all over it. It was complimented by a black bow, black socks, white tennis shoes, and light blue cheerleader briefs.

I placed a black bow in my short blonde hair and slipped the black socks and white tennis shoes onto my feet.

I held the briefs in my right hand as I walked back over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. There was nothing that made me happier than seeing myself in a cute sexy cheerleader uniform.

I lay down on the bed and prepared to make myself even happier.

I tossed the cheerleader bloomers onto my bedside desk. Then I grabbed a photo album, turned a page, and stared at a photo for a few seconds. As I stared at the photo, I placed my right hand underneath my skirt and began to rub my clitoris.

I moaned as I thought about him. I thought about his cute smile. I thought about his shirtless body. I thought about his fully erect cock.

I screamed as I came all over my right hand. I raised my fingers to my mouth and drank the cum that my pussy had expelled.

No matter how many times I did it, touching myself never got old, and the orgasms that I gave myself were always amazing.

I climbed out of my bed and slipped on my bloomers. I never wore anything underneath my cheerleader underwear. I liked having easy access to all of my pleasure zones.

I was a very horny 19 year-old woman, but when it came to men, and women for that matter, I was a virginal creature.

I was pretty shy, and I had a tough time talking to boys. Cute boys were even tougher to talk to.

I had a big crush on one guy, but I was too scared to tell him. I didn't know what he would think or how he would react.

I had several photographs of him. On several occasions, I would take the time to masturbate to pictures of his body.

Someday, I would tell him. However, I didn't have the courage to do so at the present time.

I grabbed my purse, departed from my bedroom, and headed downstairs.

My stepbrother, Bobby, was eating cereal at the kitchen table. He had a laptop in front of him. I could tell that he was trying to work on a research paper. However, he was putting the paper off in favor of watching some basketball clips online. He was a pretty smart guy, but he was easily distracted.

Unfortunately, it seemed that he couldn't be distracted by a cheerleader that looked like me.

"Morning, Bobby," I said.

"Morning, sis," he replied. "Excited for the game tonight?"

"Always am," I answered.

What Bobby didn't know was that the guy I had a big crush on was him.

"You're coming to the game tonight, right?" I asked him.

"If I can get this paper done," he remarked. "I'm really falling behind on schoolwork, and I need to catch up."

"Oh, come on, please!" I begged. "I'm so nervous, and I could really use the support."

"You, nervous?" Bobby asked. "Since when?"

"Eh, I feel like my cheerleading hasn't been up to snuff recently," I lied. "It would help to have family there. Someone that I know will give me some support."

"I'll try to be there," Bobby remarked. "It all depends on how much I can get done. But I'll try to be there. I promise."

"Can I get a hug for good luck?" I asked.

"Sure," he answered.

I walked towards Bobby and spread my arms as we hugged each other.

I pushed myself against him, deliberately pressing my boobs against him. I hoped that he would notice and make a move, but we got no further than hugging. Eventually, we separated.

"I'll see you at the game tonight," I told him.

"Have fun," he replied, as he sat back down at the kitchen table.

"Will do," I said.

At that moment, I decided to do something desperate. I dropped my purse on the kitchen floor.

"Damn it," I muttered.

I slowly bent over, allowing my miniskirt to crawl up my legs so that my stepbrother could stare at my ass. I took my time as I picked my purse up and off of the floor.

As I rose up, I peeked at Bobby. I hoped he was staring at what was underneath my miniskirt. However, he was looking at his laptop and typing. He wasn't paying attention to me at all.

"Fuck," I muttered.

I stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

Hopefully, I would get Bobby's attention soon. I would be devastated if another woman ever fell for him.

Twenty minutes later, I arrived at the football field that was right outside my school.

I climbed out of my car and headed towards the stadium. My cheerleading coach wanted all the cheerleaders to meet today and have a brief rehearsal before the game tonight.

At that moment, one of my cheerleader friends, Becky Carthrow, approached me.

"Hey, Becky, what's up?" I asked.

"The game just got cancelled," Becky answered. "The team's plane got delayed so the game is being moved to tomorrow afternoon instead. Also, our coach has the flu so rehearsal got cancelled as well."

"Damn it," I muttered.

"Yeah, it sucks," she replied. "You want to come over to my house and chill?"

"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.

"Shh, 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.

"Yeah, I tend to think about you a lot," I confessed.

"Me too," he admitted, as he tossed the panties aside.

Bobby stared longingly at my shaved pink pussy. A huge grin appeared on his face. I gasped as I realized what he was about to do.

Bobby slowly kissed my clitoris. I moaned as he pressed his warm lips against the most sensitive part of my body.

He moved his mouth down my lips, slowly kissing them. He pushed his tongue into my pussy, licking the interior of my lips as he ate me out.

Bobby sunk his teeth into my pussy lips and kissed them as much as possible. He made certain that his mouth came into contact with my clitoris.

Bobby was sending me into a state of orgasmic bliss, and it was truly amazing.

I raised my legs up into the air and screamed as my stepbrother made me orgasm.

My cum gushed out of my pussy and flowed into Bobby's mouth. He quickly lapped up the warm liquid on my pussy with his tongue.

"Delicious," Bobby murmured. "Got to say, sis. You taste pretty damn good."

"Thank you," I giggled. "And what do you taste like?

"Let me show you," he declared.

Bobby unbuckled his belt and tossed it onto the floor. Then he dropped his pants and boxers, exposing his fully erect cock.

"Oh, my God!" I screamed. "You're so big!"

"Am I?" he asked. "I wouldn't know. No girl has ever seen it before. And I have nothing to compare it to."

"It's so big!" I repeated.

I grabbed the shaft of Bobby's cock with my right hand and held it. I gripped it tightly. He shuddered as my fingers touched it.

I motioned for him to sit down on the couch. Bobby complied.

I got down on my knees, adjusted my right hand, and began to stroke my stepbrother's seven- inch cock. He moaned as I moved my right hand up and down.

Then I placed his cock into my mouth and began to suck on it. I licked the tip of his cock as I sucked, making sure to press my tongue against the most sensitive part of his amazing body.

Bobby moaned as I pushed his cock down my throat.

"Holy fuck!" he cried. "Oh, God! Oh!"

Suddenly, the front door swung open, and my dad walked into the living room!

Fortunately, he was occupied. He stared at his cell phone as he sent a text message.

I quickly removed Bobby's cock from my mouth!

Bobby quickly pulled his pants and boxers up. I jumped to my feet and hoped that my father didn't see what we were doing.

"Hey, guys," my dad said. "How's it going?"

"Uh... well..."

"I was just providing her with some advice," Bobby answered. "She was really nervous about the game tomorrow."

"Really?" my dad asked. "And what did you suggest, if I may ask?"

"Trust your instincts," Bobby answered. "If they're wrong, they're wrong, but you'll never know unless you go for it."

"Hmm, interesting," he remarked, as he turned his attention back to me. "I heard the news about you losing your car keys. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine," I answered. "I have a spare key in my room. The game was postponed and is going to be happening tomorrow instead. Bobby is going to give me a ride to school, and I'm going to use the spare key to get into my vehicle and drive back home after the game ends."