The Consequences of Codebreaking

Saturday, December 29th

"Ready?"

"Ready!" yelled a chorus of voices.

"Gimme a G!" The lone voice ordered with a clap.

"G!" repeated nearly a dozen voices.

"Gimme an O!"

Sitting on the gymnasium's bleachers, Harvey watched with pride as his daughter led her squad. His little girl was a natural leader with her cheermates and the crowd following her every order. It was halftime of a nail-biter of a crucial basketball game, leaving the audience on the edge of their seats. The appearance of the Sugarbees helped alleviate some of the game tension, but their sexy dance routine seemed to have left the spectators abuzz for different reasons than the game score. That left it to the perky, pretty cheerleaders to get the crowd back into the game for the start of the second half. A situation that brought out the best in Whitney's leadership. All around him, school spirit radiated off the crowd, along with a considerable number of lustful stares.

Decked out in the school's gold and black colors, the cheer uniforms highlighted each of the girl's trim, athletic figures, and each of their assets. While less risqué than the dance squad uniforms, the wholesome image of a cheerleader made those bounces and shakes seem more tantalizing. Ample breasts bounced for girls like Catarina, Kaitlin, and Whitney. The tight asses of the high-flyers, like Lacey and Yumi, came into view as they flew into the air. And then the legs, oh so many pairs of smooth, flawless teenage legs that captivated the eyes with every step. Murmurs of students and parents alike showed Aurora winning the election for best legs if a vote were held. For Harvey, the winner in most categories would be the bottle blonde temptress whose eyes also seemed to meet his whenever she looked at the crowd. Although in a locked compartment of his brain, Whitney won every category.

Harvey recalled the controversy several years prior over the redesign of the cheerleaders' uniforms. While not much of the earlier design, around since before even Harvey attended Honey Hollow High, would be changed, several parents were outraged by the plans. The skirts were to be shortened by an inch and the tops raised to above the girl's bellybuttons. It started with a few parents complaining, then a school board member, and finally, a so-called family values group jumped into the fray, hoping to score political points and raise money for their causes off of the controversy. Protesters began showing up on the sidewalks outside the school, denouncing the sexualization of teenage girls. Counter-protesters arguing over female empowerment arrived to balance the debate.

Things took a nasty turn when the anti-uniform flock accosted the squad members selling candy bars and cookies outside local stores to help fund the new uniforms. Girls were denounced as whores-in-training, squirted with ketchup to symbolize their loss of purity, and a female zealot had slapped even one junior varsity cheerleader.

Although Whitney wasn't yet in high school, she planned to someday be on the squad and leading it as captain. So she ordered her father to do something. Then an event beyond belief occurred. Longtime, hated rival families came together. A school board meeting descended into complete silence as Harvey Diamond and Fiona Wynwick marched in, side by side, and announced they would jointly fund not only the new uniforms but all cheerleader activities for the rest of the year.

Some of the outcomes of their joint maneuver were predictable. The protesters turned their attention from the school and cheer squad to Diamond Corp and the Wynwick Foundation. Some were not, such as the lingering backlash that rocked the vote a few years later to replace the retiring Myles Wynwick as the charity chairperson. Long considered a black sheep in the family, Fiona emerged narrowly as the new chairwoman, vowing to make the necessary changes to improve the family foundation and better Honey Hollow. The resulting thaw between the two powerful families shook up the town's power structure.

Another unexpected outcome for Harvey came when Topaz Brass, the cheerleading coach, showed up on his doorstep, very thankful for his help. A couple of years older than him, Topaz had been one if not the most desirable girl in her class and a frequent fantasy for a young Harvey. Even after all these years, the strawberry-haired beauty's body was that of a woman half her age. Despite his preferences to not screw around with married women, Harvey would sometimes make an exception. With Whitney off visiting her mother, that Saturday's frolicking proved well worth breaking his rule. Topaz's energy matched her willingness to thank her squad's co-benefactor. The dirty side of Harvey's brain wondered if Fiona would get a similar visit in the near future. While the devilish side of Harvey, which he tried to bury inside, took wicked pleasure in hearing her proclaim him a vastly superior lover than her husband as Harvey took her anal virginity.

Harvey's unexpected rewards continued the next day when Topaz's daughter, Tuesday, a min-version of her mom and current cheerleader captain, arrived to give her thanks as well. Afterward, he wondered if some sexual traits might be handed down genetically. If Topaz's enthusiasm and endurance had impressed Harvey, then her daughter nearly blew his mind. For a teenager who always carried herself in a prim and proper manner, Tuesday proved to be a fucking machine no matter what. Her straight-laced facade crumbled as the cherry-haired teen played wanton slut in his bedroom.

While not Harvey's first mother-daughter threesome, the capper to the trilogy was one of the most memorable sexual experiences in his life. Placing mother and daughter side by side as he alternated series of strokes in them brought out his fiendish side. Encouraging them to kiss aroused him immensely, but it was only the start. **** at first, the two Brass women allowed themselves to be directed by their new lover into caressing each other's bodies. Snowballing his cum back and forth broke the dam, ending with an incestuous 69 to Harvey's delight. Something about redheads seemed to cause him to lose self-control.

"What's that spell?" Whitney's shout broke Harvey from his thoughts.

"Goooo Beeeesss!" the squad roared in response, with the crowd cheering along boisterously.

BANG

The metal door at the end of the gym slammed shut, silencing the room. Three sexy young women strutted across the basketball court, three former captains of the cheerleading squad. Busty ginger Lana Stratton led her predecessors, red-headed, athletic Tuesday Brass and dark-haired, petite Lupita Cerrito. The crowd murmured with awe and confusion over their appearance.

Harvey slunk down in his seat. The three girls were indeed three straight cheer captains, but they were also two young women he had sampled of their delights. And the fantasized forbidden third portion that remained unfulfilled. The trio watched him as they stopped near his daughter. Lana, acting as the leader for the new arrivals, whispered into Whitney's ear. Whatever had been said brought a smile to his daughter's face that spelled trouble. Harvey knew that smile, and it usually meant a lot of money or stress for him.

"Sorry to interrupt, everyone," Lana apologized to the captivated crowd. "We'll make this quick, and you can get back to the game in a few minutes."

"We're here to honor and thank our number one fan, Harvey Diamond. Isn't that right, girls?" Tuesday said, stepping in to take over.

"Right!" the whole squad roared back.

"His gracious support of the squad for many years has helped us outshine not only the Sugarbees but all our rival cheerleading squads in the conference," Lupita declared. "And to continue our dominance, we're here to unveil the next step in our evolution. Lana?"

What in the world are they talking about? Harvey wondered, staring at his daughter as if that would provide an answer.

"So without further ado, we present the newest uniforms for the Honey Hollow Fighting Bees cheer squad!" Lana snapped her fingers, and the crowd gasped.

There, on the gym floor, stood the cheerleaders in ridiculously tiny outfits. The skirts looked to have been chopped down to one-third of their original length. The tops had shrunk down to the size of sports bras, with deep cuts in the center to show off considerable amounts of cleavage. The same cleavage every single girl brought attention to by cupping their hands under their bosoms and leaning forward toward the crowd.

A crowd that now roared back to life with lewd comments and catcalls. "Holy shit, look at the size of those things!" "Damn, check out the pair on Whitney!" "Nah, check out that junior's pair, fucking huge!"

"Girls..." Lana said, trailing off.

The squad followed her unsaid command by snapping back up straight. Turning on a dime, they faced their backs to the crowd, dropping their pom-poms to the floor. The squad, in unison, then leaned the top of half their bodies over to pick back up their pom-poms slowly. This resulted in their minuscule skirts rising to showcase their asses in a variety of non-regulation, sexy underwear. Knowing every eye in the gym was on their booties, each girl gave it a shake in a way that matched their personality.

As the onlookers moaned and groaned at the sight, Harvey's eyes locked in the most amazing ass he had ever witnessed in his life. Adorned in baby-blue boyshorts, the derriere could be considered a piece of art. To own that sculpture, men would pay unseemly amounts of money at an auction. The impure thoughts racing through his mind hit a brick wall as he realized that in his shock at the situation, his eyes had zeroed in on the toned ass of his own flesh and blood. Sickened and embarrassed, Harvey swung his eyes away from Whitney, meeting Lana's. The ginger, seemingly knowing whose ass he'd been admiring, winked at him.

"Alright, people. We'll take you back to your regularly scheduled game. As for us, we've got a special, private performance for our benefactor," Lana announced, holding her hand up to air next to her head and snapping her fingers.

The gymnasium seemed to zoom away from Harvey, only for it to be replaced by the parlor of Diamond Manor. There the mansion owner found himself sitting in a high-back leather chair in front of the fireplace. The room was scattered with cheerleaders in their new uniforms. Standing near him were the three ex-captains, two of which he had slept with over the years.

"What the hell is going on?" demanded a bewildered Harvey.

"Mr. Diamond, the girls love their new uniforms. They each want to show their appreciation by performing a special routine for you, one by one," Tuesday explained.

"And we're here to remind you that you belong to the cheer squad, Harvey," Lana stated sternly. "Cheyenne Tissle might not be a Sugarbee, but her mother was one of our cursed rivals."

"What you did was unacceptable, Daddy!" Whitney nearly screeched as her body shook in anger. Lupita stepped over to gently pull the distraught daughter back. The former captain spoke soothing words into the current captain's ear.

"So, we're here to remind you of two things, Mr. Diamond," Tuesday attempted to reclaim the floor. However, as a roomful of captains is want to do, Lana pushed in front to speak her mind.

"If you wanted to fuck a new mother and daughter duo, I was right there for you!" Lana loudly reminded. "You could've knocked not only two of your greatest fantasies off your list, but you've also could've topped everything that came before. Imagine Rachel, Lana, AND Lacey Stratton all servicing your big cock. But you went and fucked it up!"

"Thank, Miss Stratton," Whitney interjected after regaining her composure. "Father, we all feel embarrassed and regretful for never thanking you properly for all the gifts you have bestowed on us. We understand that's likely why you strayed to the dark side. When Catarina informed us of the gift she presented back to you--what the fuck, Cat!"

"What?" Catarina asked innocently. The blonde already stood completely naked, her stiff nipples calling out to her friend's father.

"Don't what me! You're not supposed to just strip down like some whore. It's a performance!" Whitney snapped.

"Have you really sunk so low, Harvey," a new voice asked from the shadows of the doorway. "Turning to seducing and screwing girls your daughter's age. What happened to the man I once married?"

"Willow! It's not what it looks like, I swear." Harvey started to stand up, intending to escort his ex-wife out of the room and explain the strange situation in private. Only that didn't happen, for when he stood up, Tuesday and Lupita, showing near-superhuman strength, shoved him back into the chair.

"What happened to the code you always bragged about to me? First, you fuck your daughter's barely legal and slutty friend. And then you fuck a married woman who you've known for decades. And what's even worse? You leave that woman to come home and fuck her daughter. What's--"

"Hey!" Catarina yelled indignantly at Willow's characterization of her. Then noticing all the smiles from her fellow cheerleaders, the bottle blonde shrugged. "Oops, I guess she's right."

"As I was saying, what's next, hubby? Are you going to fuck them all? Are you going to knock them up? Have them live here in the--"

CRASH

"Oh, shut up, Mother," Whitney ordered, holding the remaining pieces of the vase she broke over Willow's head.

"Whitney!" Harvey bellowed, worried about his now **** ex-wife.

"Shssh!" three voices said off to the side of him. "Don't make a sound."

"Daaaddd," his daughter whined. "She was going to ruin the surprise. We have to induct our newest member. Say hi to--"

"Oww!"

"Rammy!" Whitney hissed in a whisper.

"Sorry! I stubbed my toe," responded Whitney's childhood friend.

"As I was saying, Dad. We're here to initiate Rammy into our sisterhood."

Harvey's cock lurched forward, seemingly growing more prolonged than usual at the sight of the innocent strawberry blonde. Wearing dark red lipstick, Ramsey's hair was styled like a vamp, ready to seduce in her new cheerleader uniform. A pair of fuck-me high-heels finished off the ensemble. Who would have thought the trollop look would be so sexy on her? And where did those tits come from? Intrigued to see the virginal beauty's performance, Harvey felt annoyance as the chair shifted around him. He felt the presence of Tuesday and Lupita as they crawled onto each of the chair's arms, along with Lana leaning over the back, her mouth near his ear.

"Doesn't she look utterly corruptible, Daddykins?"

"Ready?" Whitney whispered.

"Ready," Lacey and Ramsey softly answered back as Harvey leaned forward eagerly.

"Set?"

"Set," the two redheads answered again.

"Go!" all three girls fiercely whispered.

Harvey felt the chair bounce, but the cheerleaders remained still. Then the chair bounced again.

"Wakey-wakey," Lana said into his ear, but Harvey ignored her, wishing Ramsey would start her initiation performance.

"Wakey-wakey! Wakey-wakey, Daddy!"

The parlor of Diamond Manor disappeared, along with the roomful cheerleaders, and was replaced by darkness. Harvey struggled to clear the cobwebs from his brain as the ground underneath him shook.

"Wakey-wakey, Mr. Diamond!" two voices screamed in joy.

"What the hell is going on?" Harvey muttered in confusion.

"Now, Rammy!" He heard Whitney order.

Then a blinding glare burned his eyes. Squeezing them shut, Harvey tried to comprehend what was happening.

"It's time to get up; it's time to get up! It's ice skating time!" Three voices chanted, causing Harvey to sigh as he finally realized what the commotion was about.

"Dammit, girls; you're eighteen, not eight anymore," he groaned.

Opening his eyes to look around, Harvey saw a scene similar to many over the years. Whitney, Lacey, and Ramsey stood on the cot around him, jumping up and down. It was a tradition of the girls started when they were younger and planning a special day trip around Wasp Lake. A practice that Willow detested. Activities that brought this level of excitement and anticipation were a trip to Daffodil Falls, a canoe ride up the river to the old summer camp, and the aforementioned ice skating.

There were several differences to the giggling girls this time. They hadn't done this in several years since the old cabin burned down, and the girls had grown up in many ways. Harvey's brain told him not to notice, but that dream had scrambled his thoughts, causing his eyes to lock in on Ramsey's bouncing bosom and his daughter's taut buttocks. The girls were also jumping on a much smaller bed. Wait, this isn't a bed!

"Girls! Girls, stop right this minute!" Harvey hissed. "You're going to walk up Vance."

"Aw, you're no fun, Daddy," Whitney pouted as they stopped their movements. "And there's nobody else down here."

Lifting his head, Harvey glanced around the rec room. He wasn't able to see the other side of the couches from his spot near the bar, but Harvey knew that the naked Vandermeer son had still been snoring away when he pulled the cot out of the laundry room. Options last night for a spot to sleep had been extremely limited.

Seeing no one else in the room, the three excited young women resumed their girlish actions.

"No, this is a foldout cot! I don't think it will hold all our weight if you keep on jumping," Harvey explained.

"Oh, right!" Lacey, the lightest of all the people on the bed, exclaimed, climbing down to the floor. Ramsey quickly followed, but Whitney stood above her father, straddling his body while glaring down.

"Don't be a spoilsport, Dad. This might be our last time together going ice skating."

"I know, but can't you girls act...wait, what time is it?" Harvey asked, noticing that no light shined through the rec room's sliding glass doors. Turning his head, he saw the glowing blue numbers staring back at him. 5:07. "Five in the morning? The sun hasn't even come up yet!"

The giggling from the three girls didn't sit well with Harvey at all.

"You girls haven't even completely sobered up yet. And it's not funny. Whitney, I think you forgot it's my turn to cook breakfast this morning."

"Whoops, I did forget. Sorry, Dad."

"Oh, you're going to be sorry, all right. After this little stunt, I don't think I should be the only one not getting any sleep. So I think it's only appropriate that my darling daughter gets to be my assistant chef this morning," Harvey informed a now unhappy Whitney.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do. Now, I suggest you hurry back to bed and set your alarm for seven-thirty," Harvey said, taking a small measure of satisfaction at the strained look on his daughter's face. He also noticed the queasy look on her strawberry blonde friend's face. "Ramsey, are you alright?"

"I-I don't feel so good."

"Geez, Ram, what were you thinking jumping up and down after getting plastered last night?" Whitney questioned sarcastically.

"But, Whitney, it was your idea," Lacey interjected on her friend's behalf.

"Ugh! Whatever. You better not puke in our rec room, Rammy!"

"Ramsey, maybe you better head to the bathroom." Concerned enough about the girl's condition, Harvey pulled the covers off, planning to get up to help the teenager. However, a loud squeak from Lacey stopped him.

"Now, what's the problem with--Jesus, Dad! What were you dreaming about?" Whitney asked suggestively.

Harvey looked down to see his full-erection tenting his pajama bottoms. Hurriedly he grabbed the sheet, bunching it up to cover his condition.

"You don't want to give virtuous Ramsey any impure thoughts, do you?" Harvey shot his daughter a dirty look as Rammy's hand shot to her mouth, and she dashed toward the bathroom. They could hear retching sounds from behind the only partially closed door. "Great, I'm not dealing with her. Lace, that's on you."

"Why me?" Lacey demanded to know. "This was all your idea."

"One you immediately agreed to, I might add. And it's on you because you heard my old man, I have to get up and **** away in the kitchen for you in just a few hours."

Lacey stomped toward the bathroom while grumbling.

"See, you should have taken my advice yesterday about getting laid, Dad. Then you wouldn't be scaring my friends with that...thing," Whitney remarked with an I-told-you-so look. "Nighty-night."

Watching his daughter's exaggerated sway as she headed away from him, it brought back an uncomfortable snippet from his dream of her tight butt under her cheer skirt. My getting laid is the problem. Dammit! Fucking Cheyenne was like opening up Pandora's Box.

"Aaaaahh! There's a naked man in the bathtub!" Ramsey screamed from the bathroom.