Holiday: Part 2

Chapter 4

With her arms around him, and his arms around her, she gave him a scorching kiss. Then she said, "Brother, I'm SO glad to hear that. But here's the thing: I LOVE being your fuck toy! I know that kind of lingo is an attention getter, and that's a bonus, especially since the likes of Heather are after you these days. I'm sure the competition is only going to get more intense as the word of how much fun it is playing with you can be. But I love submitting to you, regardless. Hell, I was calling myself your fuck toy long before there even WAS a competition! I was writing that in my diary, like, well over a year ago. Do you want to see?"

He was taken aback by that. "No way! You promised to skewer and roast me if I so much as looked at the cover of that thing!"

She lifted herself almost all the way off him, then suddenly re-impaled herself. She knew he was dangerously close to cumming but she simply couldn't resist. Then she whispered in his ear, "I don't know about roasting, but there seems to be a lot of skewering going on today!" She giggled while impaling herself on him again.

Then, she resumed in her normal voice. "I know. But this is a special exception. In fact, I insist. Nay, I demand it!" She pulled off him to go get her diary. But she couldn't resist yet again, and impaled herself back on him one more time. Then she really did get off the bed.

He sighed with tremendous relief. He loved the fucking and didn't want it to ever end, so now that she was off him, he hoped he could get a real strategic break that would allow him to keep going much longer.

She realized she had a problem, because she didn't want him to know where she hid her diary. (She actually had several hiding places, just to be on the safe side.) So she said, "Close your eyes. And keep 'em closed, or there will be some serious skewering and roasting. Actually, put a pillow over your face for good measure."

He closed his eyes and put the pillow over his face. But he also said, "Sis, you don't need to do this. I trust you and believe you. If you say you wrote something, then you wrote it."

She went to her stereo and put the "With the Beatles" CD on. That was an easy choice, since she loved the Beatles as much as her brother did. She said, loudly, "I'm gonna play some music, so you can't hear where I'm digging." That was true, but she was also thinking that would help cover the sound of fucking once they resumed. If Susan was listening, it was a great excuse for music.

Then, as she went to her closet, she said, "Thanks for saying that. And I'm sure you mean it. But if you see with your own eyes, you'll believe it even more. That's just human nature."

To be honest, he didn't care at all where she hid her diary. He'd known she had a diary for a long time, and while he'd teased her from time to time about looking for it, he'd never actually done so. He loved her too much to violate her privacy like that. Besides, he was happy just to rest and let his heart calm down.

A minute later, she had her diary in hand. "Okay, you can take the pillow down and open your eyes now."

He gasped loudly when he saw the diary. Then he pretended to be injured. "Aaaah! It burns!" He closed his eyes again and covered them. "It's like staring into the Sun! The pain! The pain!"

She lightly slapped his shoulder. "Cut it out. I've removed the curses and hexes for the moment, so you can look at it ... briefly." She held it out to him as he opened his eyes. "You don't know what a big deal this is, Bro. I'm trusting you in a big, big way."

"I'm honored. Believe me." He took the diary from her and gazed at the cover. He asked, "What should I do?"

She said, "Don't open it just yet. Pick a number between, oh, say ... one and fifty."

"Okay. Twenty-two."

She took the diary back from him and flipped to page twenty-two. She quickly scanned it, looking for the phrase "Fuck toy." She didn't find it there, but she found it on page twenty-four. "A-ha! Just two pages off. That's 'cos I used that phrase a lot. Here, check out this entry."

She handed the diary back to him and pointed where to start reading. Now that her hands were freed, she gripped his still very erect cock with one hand and lightly rubbed his sweet spot.

He read aloud, "'Dear Diary, I had another one of THOSE dreams last night. You know the ones. I don't know what caused it. Actually, I do. Brother and I watched a movie together last night. It was so sweet. We cuddled together on the same sofa with our feet on the table in front. We even shared the same blanket. Mom, Aunt Suzy, and Aims were sitting all around, but I didn't care. It was like Brother and I were in our own world.'"

He looked up and gave her a surprised look. "Wow!"

"Keep reading." She kept on jacking him off, but gently, since she was mindful that he was trying to give his penis a break.

He resumed, "'He had his arm around me, and I had mine around him. We were like a married couple! It was awesome! I so badly wanted to do more than hug. So much more! So I'm sure that's what caused the dream. Because in the dream it was just the same, except I was his Fuck Toy! I DID reach out and slip my hand into his shorts! And even though it was under the blanket, I didn't really care who saw. God! And Diary, his cock was so thick and long! I could barely get my hand around it. Or my lips around it! Because just like so many other dreams, it wasn't long before I was sucking him off!'"

He stopped reading and asked, "Now, wait a minute. When did you write this?"

"Over a year ago." She asked, "Are you gonna ask a lot of questions?"

"Probably." He looked at her stroking fingers and wondered if he should ask her to stop, so he could get more of a break. But the way she was rubbing his sweet spot felt so good that he didn't want it to end.

"Do you need to read more?"

"Um, I kind of want to, but I get the gist."

"Goody!" She tossed the diary to the floor. Then she promptly sat back in his lap, face to face, and settled down onto his cock again. "MMMM! That hits the spot!" She wiggled around a little bit, and then started humping up and down.

He chuckled to himself. So much for a prolonged break! But at least I'm doing somewhat better now. He held her hips, helping her rise and fall on him. He stared lovingly into her eyes. "You certainly are a cheeky one."

"Uppity. The word you're looking for is 'uppity.' In fact, I'm so damn uppity, maybe you need to spank me some more."

"Maybe I do." He smacked her ass cheeks a few times. But it wasn't as hard as before, since she was in constant movement, and he didn't have a good angle.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head way back. "Good God! This is the life!" She was totally blissed out, even as she kept on rising and falling on his cock.

He resumed helping with her hips. "Okay, Sis, can you tell me what that diary entry was all about? That was, like, over a year ago! Why the hell were you lusting after me way back then? I didn't give you any reason to want me whatsoever. I was in major geek mode back then. My body hadn't filled out much either. I was a skinny, dorky, virginal, geek brother."

She still had her head tilted back, as she fully luxuriated in the fucking sensations. But she managed to say, "I know. But you were MY skinny, dorky, virginal geek brother. Can't you see?" She opened her eyes and stared intently at him. "You may not have been a hunk, but you were still my very best friend and the only guy I've ever had ANY interest in. I had to go through the motions of going on a few dates - where nothing happened by the way - just so people wouldn't think I was weird."

He stared at her in wide wonder. He'd never realized that before.

She kept on ably talking, despite her slow hip churning. "It's like what you were saying about breast sizes and waist sizes and whatnot. I'm sure it helps that Mom and Aunt Suzy have the bodies of perfect supermodels, and their tits and asses are ridiculous, but don't you think you'd still love to fuck them if they were more like normal women?"

"Totally!" he said without hesitation. "I'll admit the sex bomb thing helps a lot. I guess I'd have a certain threshold in the looks department, even with you or them. But I'd be willing to overlook a lot because of the love. That's what I was saying before, about how you don't need to be my fuck toy. And you don't need Brenda-sized boobs either. I mean, you're my Kat, my Sis. That turns me on more than the sun is hot."

The fucking had mostly come to a stop as they shared an emotional moment. He remained fully sheathed in her. "I mean ... like the way we were cuddled together watching that movie a year ago. We've done so much stuff like that, ever since we were in diapers. Nothing could compare to that. Nothing! We're so much closer than most brothers and sisters. Even when we were off doing different stuff, we still had this ... connection. You know?"

She beamed. "I know! And that's why I lusted after you even when you were skinny and extra doofy. And it turns out I'm the submissive type, so I've had Fuck Toy type fantasies for a long time now. Since I loved you, and lusted for you, you were the one I wanted to, well, tame me." She brightened even more. "And now, unbelievably enough, YOU HAVE! I can barely believe it, but look at us now!"

She triumphantly rose up and let herself back down. They both sighed lustily. Then she resumed her incredibly arousing slow churning. She whispered near his ear, "I'm your FUCK TOY! That means you fuck me at will! At YOUR will! And I live to serve YOU! My joy is pleasuring your cock! And that's the truth. I get so much joy out of it that it's not even funny. Not to mention the countless orgasms!"

"Really?" He reached out and started playing with her clit. Even with her continual churning and gyrating on his cock, he managed to keep diddling her there.

She whispered urgently, "if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum right now!"

"I know. That's the idea. But you're not allowed to."

"WHAT?!"

"You heard what I said. That's an order. Or is this fuck toy stuff just talk?"

"Oh, FUCK!" She suddenly halted her churning, and just held him tight.

"Why did you stop?" he asked.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "You have to ask? Gaawwwd! If I keep going, even five seconds more, I'm totally gonna cum and cum, and cum so more! And you say I can't, you meanie! So I HAVE to stop!"

He said, "Okay, keep going, and that's an order. But don't cum! That's an order too!"

"You can't do that!" she wailed. But she resumed her sexy gyrations. In just a few seconds, she started panting hard. "Oh God! Oh God! I'm gonna cum! So hard!"

Seeing that she was bouncing on his cock quite vigorously without any help, he took his hands off her hips and started playing with her breasts.

She quietly hissed, "Fuck me! Fucking fucker! Don't do that or I'm really gonna cum!"

He grinned impishly. "Sucks to be you."

"AAARGH!" She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes in a **** attempt to delay her orgasm a little longer. But she could tell it was a losing battle. She was slowly slipping into orgasmic oblivion.

He was determined to get her to cum. He was curious how long she could hold out, and how she'd react once she'd climaxed without permission. Besides, he was getting close to cumming himself, and he didn't want to lose control before she did. He mostly alternated between playing with her nipples and clit, but his hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

After about another minute of desperately struggling not to cum, while churning on his cock with greater and greater speed and depth (her hips couldn't help it!), she asked him between clenched teeth, "What's ... gonna ... happen if ... I ... I cum ... without..."

"Permission?" he helped out.

She nodded intently.

"Why, then I guess I'll have to spank you. And not some mild love tap either. I'm talking a serious wailing, with your naked body lying across my lap!"

That was the last straw. In her erotic delirium, that sounded like a wonderful reward, not a punishment. She started cumming hard. She was actually hopeful she'd get spanked like that soon thereafter.

Alan had worked himself up into a lather too, and all her non-stop gyrations had had their effect. Once she started cumming, he couldn't hold out and he started shooting his load into her. When she felt that, that sent her off into some kind of incredible super-orgasm.

The only problem was that they were still very concerned about Susan eavesdropping. Katherine was **** to bite down on her hand, to at least somewhat stifle her screaming. Alan saw that and decided to do the same.

The two of them were remarkably quiet as their orgasms went on and on and on. It was like they were silent, or anything near to it. In fact, they were rather loud. But at least they weren't "screaming their heads off" loud, which is what they would have been had they not been fighting it so hard.

Alan's climax ended first, naturally. Katherine kept on for another minute, or even more. But his cock stayed stiff most of that time, allowing her to continue to bounce on it, helping to keep her erotic euphoria in the stratosphere.

Chapter 5

When she finally came down, she crashed hard. She went limp in his arms, just as his penis shriveled into its flaccid state.

He was staggered into total exhaustion too. He would have fallen asleep right away, except he had a naked, gorgeous sister on his lap, panting hard, with her big, heaving tits sliding up and down on the sweat on his chest. (He was glad he'd taken his T-shirt off.) That was distracting enough to at least keep him conscious.

She fell asleep, but not for long. After a few minutes, her eyes stayed closed, but she showed she was awake by saying, "Heaven!"

He'd been starting to drift off, but he asked, "Excuse me?"

"I said, 'Heaven.' This is Heaven."

"Is it?"

"Yes. If I die and there is a Heaven for real, it can't possibly beat this! I've never been so happy!"

He opened his eyes and tenderly ran his fingers across her cheeks.

She smiled at that and opened her eyes too. She similarly caressed his face. She said, "Tell me this is not a dream."

"It's not. Or, if it is, I'm having the same dream, and it's a great one."

She said, "You see from my diary that I'm not some Joanie-Come-Lately when it comes to this fuck-toy stuff. I've wanted this for so long! And now I have you!"

He winced as he asked, "You don't mind sharing me?"

She was reviving, and said with emotional intensity, "Hell no! I LOVE sharing you with Mom and Aunt Suzy. And sharing with Amy is gonna be awesome too, I can tell. She's my best friend. We're gonna have such fun licking and sucking your cock together, amongst lots of other things. I can't wait!"

But then her smile soured. "Of course, sharing with the likes of Heather is a different matter. I'm really glad you fended her off today. How did that end, by the way?" She wasn't so keen on Alan fucking Heather when she wasn't extremely aroused.

"Well, I fended her off for now, but I kinda promised her that I'd fuck her again soon. I guess I'm kind of weak."

Katherine tilted her head and considered that. She decided, "Kinda. I wouldn't call it 'weak' though. You've discovered this new sexual power. You have a special sex appeal, and you can't resist trying it out. I get it. Like I said, there's gonna be a lot of competition. But we've got our special connection. So I'm not TOO worried."

"But you are worried some?"

"Sure! Worried and jealous. You can see the fuck toy thing started a long time ago, way before I ever imagined you'd get it on with Mom or Aunt Suzy, much less both of them! But still, I'm glad it helps get me noticed some more. The squeaky wheel gets the grease and all that. But that's just the start. How long will it be before you're fucking Amy? Or Brenda? And what happens if you fully tame Heather? I know she's A bitch, but what if you make her YOUR bitch?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean. She's impossible to deal with now, but what if she totally falls in love with serving your cock? I could happen. It's happened to me. It's happened to Mom. You'll be fucking her too, eventually, I'm sure. If it happens to Heather, that could change things in a big way. Can you imagine her collared and leashed, and you walking her around naked and on all fours, like a true bitch? A female dog? Then the rest of us will be stuck dealing with her bitchy ways. Grrr!"

"What are you talking about? That's really crazy!" He had a brief, freaky vision of Heather crawling on all fours down a school hallway. He was walking beside her, holding her leash. She glared in her intimidating way, challenging anyone passing by to laugh or complain about her nudity and position.

He assumed Katherine had to be playing with him, because that scenario was so impossible.

Katherine didn't even know if she meant it or not. But at the moment, she was so high on his fucking skills that she felt that practically anything was possible. She said, "No it's not. You don't know what it's like to get fucked like you just fucked me!" (In her post-orgasmic euphoria, she'd forgotten about the danger of their mother listening in.) "It's the BEST! Beyond the best! I'm sure there are all kinds of chemicals flooding my brain and my body right now, saying, 'Love and serve this man! Do whatever you can so we can get another hit of THAT!'"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious! And I'm sure that's what happens too. I don't know much about it, but on some level love is a chemical and hormonal thing, isn't it? It's well known that fucking helps create and strengthen a love bond."

"So you're saying two people who hate each other can fuck themselves into loving each other?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Who knows? I'm talking out of my ass."

He reached around with both hands and gave her ass cheeks a playful squeeze. "You mean this ass?"

She giggled and smiled from ear to ear. "That's the one! But don't get started again, 'cos my body can't take it! By the way, what's up with this spanking you promised?"

"What do you mean?"

"When is it going to happen?"

He saw the fiery look in her eyes. "I don't know. Actually, I'm going to cancel it."

"What?! No!" She was crestfallen, and it showed. "Why?!"

"See? That's why. You're totally bummed, and it's supposed to be a punishment. Besides, I don't think I'm ready for it. You seem to be taking to this fuck toy role with gusto, but I'm having trouble with my role. I'm not a natural chest-beating, alpha male, he-man type. Spanking you? I love you, and my natural instinct it to protect you. How could I hurt you?"

"You were doing a pretty good job of it for a while there, when we were in the middle of ... you-know-what." She looked suspiciously towards the door, because she remembered the danger of their mother Susan eavesdropping again.

Curiosity finally got the best of Alan. Now that the fucking was over and they were rested, he quietly disengaged from his sister and silently snuck to the door. Even though he was still buck naked, he suddenly opened it wide and peered into the hallway. To his surprise, there was no one there. He closed the door and went back to his sister.

As they resumed cuddling, he said, "Huh. I thought the odds were fairly good she'd be there. It seems to be happening a lot lately."

"True." She whispered, "Let's count ourselves lucky. If she WAS listening, she probably would have figured out we were fucking. We dropped a lot of clues along the way."

"Yeah. Especially the mutual orgasm at the end."

They both grinned madly at that.

She asked, "Not that I'm complaining, but I'm curious why you changed your mind about the 'no fucking my fuck-toy sister in the house, even though that's what she's there for' rule."

His body jerked with surprise as he realized that he had broken his own rule. Ignoring her teasing way of describing the rule, he exclaimed, "Shit! I DID forget! Dammit. But, in my defense, I was so damned horny that I couldn't think straight. After what happened in the basement, even though I had an orgasm there, and then what happened with Heather by the front door ... damn! Man! My life has gotten so crazy." He sighed from mental exhaustion.

Katherine frowned. "So ... does that mean the rule still stands?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Katherine shook a fist in the air. "Shucks! Arrrgh! That's so frustrating! But you broke the rule, and with Mom in the house no less, and the world didn't come to an end. Why don't you at least..."

Her voice trailed off, because they heard someone coming up the stairs. They probably wouldn't have noticed, except that they were still thinking about eavesdropping.

Alan whispered, "Oh, shit! Speak of the devil. Now, THAT must be Mom!" He got up and quickly started putting his clothes back on.

Katherine did the same.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, there was a knock on a door. But, luckily, it was Alan's door across the hall. They heard Susan calling for Alan, and then opening his door. That gave them time to finish dressing and make themselves at least semi-presentable.

But both of them sniffed the air and realized there was no way Susan would miss the sex smell if she came into the room. While she'd probably assume they'd been doing something short of fucking, Katherine would likely get in some trouble, since she was technically limited to only a single handjob for the entire day.

So Alan quietly hissed to her, "Quick! Just walk out the door like you're going downstairs. Before she can come in!"

Katherine immediately saw the rationale for that. "Right!" She went to the door, but waited for Alan to stand out of view before she opened it. Then she casually strolled into the hallway.

Susan was just coming out of Alan's room, dressed in just a loose, very short, white bathrobe. She was slightly startled to see Katherine. The robe had been wide open in front, so she tried her best to quickly pull it closed. "Oh, hi there, Angel. Say, have you seen Tiger?"

Katherine was also trying to act casual. She kept on walking a few steps past Susan towards the top of the stairs before stopping and turning. She hoped the distance would help prevent Susan from noticing the sex smell that no doubt still clung to her. "Oh? He's not in his room?"

"No."

"Maybe he's downstairs with Aunt Suzy?"

"No, she just left."

Katherine wrinkled her brow, pretending to think intently. "Hmmm. Curious. I don't know then. But when I'm downstairs, I'll look."

Susan nodded while fidgeting at pulling her robe together. But it was so revealing that it only stayed closed in front when she continued to hold it. After a pause, she asked, "By the way ... I don't know how to put it ... but there's a kind of certain smell..."

Katherine kept her cool as she continued to increase the space between her and Susan, just to make sure that her mother wouldn't detect the rather obvious smell of sex. "Oh, that? Guess what I was just doing. I'll give you a clue: it begins with the letter 'M' and ends with 'asturbating.'"

Susan clutched at her chest in dismay. "Angel!"

Katherine put her hands on her hips. "What? It's wrong for a MAN to spill his seed on the ground, but it's no problem for a woman. A virile young man's cum belongs on a woman's face or chest, or in one of her orifices, wouldn't you agree?"

"But of course! Anything else would be, well ... not just a shame and a waste, but a sin!" Clearly, Susan had fully bought into that idea.

Katherine looked over Susan's robe, which still revealed a tremendous amount of cleavage and thigh, despite her mother's continued efforts to keep it closed in front. "True. But there's no sin in a woman pleasuring herself. In fact, I'll bet dollars to donuts that you're off to take a shower, and while you're there, well, let's just say you might have a nice little orgasm or two."

Susan bowed her head and blushed. Realizing that her reaction had given her away, she said, "Well, there may be some truth to that, but in my defense, I'm having to deal with unreasonable, **** temptation, every single day! You saw what Tiger did downstairs. It was just ... so hot!"

Katherine grinned impishly. "Are you talking about the way he ran his hands all over your naked body like he owned you?"

Susan's eyes widened. Clearly, that phrase fired her lust. "Ummm..." She fidgeted, again tugging at her robe.

Katherine looked up and down Susan's body with amusement. "By the way, Mom, what's up with that robe? It's so short that it barely reaches down to your pussy, and even with the way you're tugging the sides together in front, there's still an obvious gap. Where did you get that? From a clothing store for kids?!"

Susan turned her head in embarrassment. "Er, it's uh ... it's one of Suzanne's."

"But there's no way it would fit her either. The two of you are the exact same size, as everyone knows. I suspect that robe is less for covering up, and more for showing off. Why, if Brother had come to his door instead of me coming to mine, I'll bet that robe, and your amazing body underneath, would have given him a humungous erection within seconds! And seconds later, you would have been on your knees with that robe tossed on the floor, with your lips would be wrapped around his huge, hot shaft, your tongue lapping just under the crown of his bulbous knob, and your fingers dancing up and down his long, fat pole! Was that your plan?"

Katherine had obviously hit the nail on the head. Susan was fidgeting so much from that description that she was practically dancing in place. Her face turned even redder from arousal. "Um ... he has big needs, Angel. You know that. Very, big, thick, er ... needs! I have to be ready at any time!"

Katherine's gaze went all the way down to Susan's feet. "Is that why you're wearing high heels too? Does it give you an extra thrill while sucking and slurping and licking endlessly on your son's constantly hot, throbbing, erect cock, knowing that you're a big-titted, high-heeled, sex-toy mommy who lives to-"

Susan rudely interrupted, "I've gotta go take that shower now!" She was too hot and bothered, and simply couldn't take it anymore. She turned and hustled towards her bedroom. She spoke over her shoulder, "If you see him, let me know. Especially if he has, you know ... his problem."

"Okay, Mom!" Katherine continued on down the stairs. She was tickled pink at how well that had worked out. Hee! She's soooo easy to wind up. And it's so fun! Things will never go back to "normal" around here, that's for sure, since she's completely hooked. Thank God for that!

With Susan taking a shower, Alan had no problem getting out of Katherine's room unnoticed.

As he was leaving, he noticed Katherine's diary was still on the floor where she'd tossed it. He was briefly tempted to pick it up and read more of it, but he thought, Nah. Things are so great between Sis and me lately. I don't want to ruin that. She'd probably find out I'd peeked. And even if she didn't, it's not right. It's one thing if she's there and she lets me, but this would be totally different. She's so great to me in every way, especially lately ... I'm going to be great to her in return.

He left the diary where it was. But he went downstairs to warn Katherine that it was lying out in the open, so she could put it back in one of her hiding places. Then he took a shower of his own to get rid of any incriminating sights or smells.

Then he went back to his room and started reading a book. He was reading The Lord of the Rings (and not for the first time), but he hadn't been making much progress on it lately, due to so much sexual activity. After his intense orgasm with Katherine, not to mention all the other sexy fun earlier, he was content to just chill out and do something non-sexual for a while.

Susan came by after her shower. She was visibly disappointed to find out that he was flaccid and not up for any kind of sexual activity any time soon. But she told him that she understood, that sometimes he needed time to recharge and recover. She went out to the backyard to do some gardening.

Chapter 6

Even though there was no school on Veteran's Day, head cheerleader Heather still had arranged for a cheerleading practice. This was unusual for Heather, since she generally tried to do as little school-related work as she could. But she had a clever intrigue she couldn't wait to put into motion, partly so she could hopefully fuck Alan before the day was done, but also partly so she could increase her control over the cheerleading squad. The extra practice was mostly just an excuse to get the cheerleaders together so she could do that.

After two weeks of utter normalcy in cheerleading, Katherine half-figured that the rest of the semester would be like that. But when she arrived at practice, the first surprise was that they would switch practice locations.

Instead of practicing outdoors as usual, Heather announced they would practice in a new indoor location. They went into an abandoned room in a remote part of the school that had once been a theater. It still had a stage, but all the audience seating had been removed. The school drama club had died out years before and no one put on plays at the school anymore. There was plenty of room for the cheerleaders to move about, but the room was dark and gloomy compared to being outside.

After they'd all relocated, Heather got up on the stage and gave them a speech. "I'm sure you're all wondering about why I called for a practice when we could be enjoying a three day weekend," she said in a loud, decisive voice. "It doesn't have much to do with the quality of our performances lately, although we could use some more practice. No, there's a far more disturbing reason."

She let that hang in the air - she had a flair for the dramatic. "You may also be wondering why we're practicing in a new location. I requested it, for the time being, and I think you'll soon understand why. You see, it's related to the disturbing thing I mentioned."

Again, she let the tension build with another dramatic pause. Then she continued, "I have some news to report that hurts me deeply, and troubles me a lot. I've been keeping my ears close to the ground these last two weeks and my worst fear has been confirmed. One of you has been talking and told someone else about the panty punishment I gave Katherine and Kim."

That wasn't actually true; she'd gotten the room late the prior week due to her recent determination to find a private place at school where she and Alan could fuck. But it was a space she figured she could use for multiple purposes, including increasing her power over the other cheerleaders. Besides, using the room for cheerleading practice would help provide cover from the school administration that she mainly wanted to room for sex.

There was a gasp from the other five cheerleaders who stood below the stage. They looked from one to another to see who it might be.

"I happen to know the name of this person," Heather announced. There were more murmurs in response. "However, I am not ready to say who it is, at least not just yet. If she is going to win back my trust and our trust, it's important that she confess to us all what she did, take the punishment, and never do it again. Luckily, news hasn't traveled far. But to tell even one person is too many! I know who your friends are and who you might talk to. If you tell your pet dog even, I have ways of finding out! I'm serious. So someone here needs to confess."

Whenever Heather's eyes moved from one person to the next, all the other cheerleaders followed with their eyes, suspecting that person was the one, only to have Heather then look at someone else.

Heather made sure that she looked at each of the other cheerleaders an equal amount of time. Tension was thick in the air.

Heather went on, "You all know the punishment. The person who confesses has to go without panties for a week, including during the football game itself. If no one confesses, then everyone gets the full punishment. So either way the person who told is going to have the same punishment. But by confessing you'll save your fellow cheerleaders from being embarrassed and hating you for betraying our squad. Now you can see why we're in this room for the week. I thought I would be nice and at least give you some privacy in experiencing your punishment for the week before the game."

In actual fact, Heather had made up the entire story. She didn't know if anyone had said anything, although it was true that she'd snooped around intensely in the past week. She'd already had a lot of fun with Katherine and Kim, so she wanted "the punishment" to happen to someone else, to put more spice into her cheerleading practices.

Heather considered this a win-win situation, no matter who got "punished." If someone confessed, then great. If it was Joy or Janice, then so much the better, because Heather thought it would be a fun challenge to play around with their **** minds and bodies. Amy, Heather knew, would simply accept the punishment with little more than an "M'kay!", which would short-circuit her attempted fun, even though it would still be quite enjoyable to see the innocent sexpot prance around with black paint on her naked butt.

But best of all was if no one confessed. Then everyone would have to go bare-assed together and things would likely get way more sexual very fast. So far, Heather hadn't been able to get anything sexual going with the cheerleaders, other than the one time with Katherine and Amy in the shower. She hoped to change that. The year before, her arch-enemy Donna had been one of the cheerleaders, whose presence had blocked Heather from making any similar moves. Heather and Donna were the two main candidates to become head cheerleader this year. When Heather squeaked out a hard-fought victory, Donna declined to return as a cheerleader again. She couldn't stand having Heather as a boss, and she knew Heather would make Donna's time as a cheerleader utterly miserable.

With Donna gone, the opportunities for Heather to use the cheerleader squad to her personal advantage seemed wide open. She'd been biding her time the first few weeks of school since half the squad was new, but now she wanted to open things (and them) up.

The cheerleaders continued to look at each other as if they were playing the kids' game ****. They were all extremely nervous.

"Does anyone have any questions?" Heather asked.

There were none.

"Does anyone have any problem with the punishment system?"

No one spoke.

"If you agree with this punishment, then raise your hand."

To not raise one's hand might be seen as a sign of guilt. Everyone raised a hand, though reluctantly.

"To the guilty one," Heather said dramatically as she looked above and past all the cheerleaders, "I will give you ten minutes to come to your senses and confess. I already know who you are, so you will be punished. It's just a matter of how you want to do it, and how great your punishment will be. The longer you wait, the harder I'm going to make it on you."

Heather looked down and walked off the stage. She was all ready to begin their practice when she realized that one of the cheerleaders had just stepped forward, with head tipped down and eyes filled with tears of shame and dread.

It was Joy, the one cheerleader who had expressed the most reservations about the punishment. "I-I-I did it," she muttered and began to cry.

Heather was taken aback. After a week of snooping she was almost certain that no one had talked. But the head cheerleader kept her cool and tried to act as if this was what she'd expected all along. She immediately rushed to Joy's side and began to comfort her. "There, there," she said and gave Joy a shoulder to cry on.

"Joy made a mistake," Heather said to the others. "But it's okay because she confessed. Let's not be angry with her. Joy, tell them who you told."

"My younger sister. I didn't think she would tell anyone else, I swear!" Joy was so overcome with guilt that she began to shudder from nervousness and fear. She genuinely liked the other girls in the cheerleading squad and didn't want them to feel upset with her or betrayed. She valued their trust.

"Don't worry; she didn't," Heather answered as she thought quickly about how to run with this unexpected "gift" that Joy had just laid at her feet. "I just knew that you'd told her by the way she looked at me not long afterward. Your secret is still safe." Heather surprised even herself at how logical it all sounded. Joy's sister Jenny was a year younger and also in the same high school. Heather did see her around from time to time, so the story was irrefutable. She could have seen Jenny and figured it out that way, even though she hadn't, and there was no way the sisters could confirm or deny that. She was secretly quite pleased at how this had all developed.

The other cheerleaders took their cue from Heather and for the next few minutes they gathered round Joy and did their best to make her feel better with a group hug. Heather made it clear that Joy would have to go through with the punishment, so all of them did their best to encourage her and get her to buck up.

Finally, Heather said, "Okay, enough of this. We still have to practice, you know. Kathy, can you call our painter and see if he can come help? We need to start Joy's punishment right away. Today. And have him bring a razor, too. She needs to be shaved first."

Katherine was irked to be called "Kathy" and incredulous that Heather had just pretty much given away to the other cheerleaders the identity of who had painted her and Kim. "What makes you think you can just summon him like that? It's a holiday. He's got things to do. And even if he isn't that busy, what makes you think he'd be willing to do your every whim at a moment's notice?"

Katherine's eyes flashed with anger, which was something to see, because she very rarely got angry. I knew that Heather could pull some pretty risky and underhanded stunts, but this takes the cake! she thought to herself as she crossed her arms expectantly and glared at the head cheerleader. She added, "Oh, and by the way, it's KATHERINE, as if you didn't know that already. Sheesh!"

Heather replied haughtily, "I don't know any of that for sure, but I know he's a pretty clever guy and he can manage. Maybe he's off playing Dungeons and Dragons or some stupid nerdy crap like that, but don't you think he'd rather spend time with a bunch of beautiful girls? And what else are we going to do? I don't know the first thing about how to do it myself. Anyway, it's just for a short time on one day. What's it take? Ten, fifteen minutes?"

Katherine didn't have any answer to that. She didn't see much point in fighting it, since it was obvious that Heather was referring to her brother, and she couldn't undo that now.

Heather went to her backpack and pulled out her cell phone. "Here. Give me his number and I'll give him a call. If he's not there, we'll go to plan B."

Katherine grumped, "He doesn't have his own phone. But I guess you can try him at home."

Heather called the Plummer house and Susan answered the phone. She went and got Alan. Heather then explained the problem to Alan.

Although Alan was having a lot of sexual fun at home, the prospect of painting panties on a cheerleader's nude ass sounded pretty good too. Besides, he was worried that if he didn't help, Heather could get someone else. He wanted to be the "go to" guy for this kind of thing. So he told Heather that he wasn't doing anything important and he'd be over right away, with a razor and painting material.