Cheer practice passed in a blur. Maddy was not her usual focused self. Even at her absolute horniest, Maddy always managed to devote enough attention to her responsibilities to get top marks. But today, she could not stop thinking about Elliot’s breathy voice swearing in reaction to her nude selfie.
Halfway through practice, the cheer coach, Rhonda, took Maddy aside.
“Is everything alright with you?” Rhonda asked. She cut an imposing figure over Maddy, as a no-nonsense middle-aged woman with rippling muscles.
“Yep! Just fine.” Maddy smiled, blinking away the lust in her eyes.
“You’re off rhythm,” Rhonda accused. “And you’re missing your cues.” Maddy gulped. She had never felt the ire of Rhonda’s disapproval before. There was a reason Rhonda had made Maddy head cheerleader.
“It’s fine, I’m just not focused today,” Maddy said meekly.
“Are you sick?” Maddy shook her head in response. “Then fix whatever has got you distracted and get your head in the game!”
Maddy trembled. Rhonda just shook her head and walked off to prepare another drill. As a class favorite, this feeling of letting an authority figure down was completely foreign. Fuck Elliot, Maddy thought. This never happened before he had started to invade her waking thoughts. Her performance was all his fault.
The rest of cheer practice went better, although Maddy still wasn’t at peak performance. Instead, her attention was put towards thinking of all the ways she could drive Elliot crazy. Partly, she wanted him. But she also wanted him to be driven as horny with lust for his big sister as she was for him. She was not going to be the only one tormented by her own desires.
Maddy got home in the late afternoon sweaty and exhausted. Both of her parents’ cars were gone, meaning they had probably gone out to various social activities. Which meant it was the perfect time to tease Elliot without interruptions.
She went inside the two-story house still holding her pom-poms. Her cheerleading outfit was plastered with sweat, which very clearly showed the outline of her bra. The pleated miniskirt she wore was also the shortest allowable by the school, and cut off where her ass met her thighs. Bending over offered a sizable view of her pink panties, which had almost definitely become somewhat translucent with sweat.
Elliot was in the living room lounging on the couch. He’d obviously been there most of the day watching TV, some CW-show with actors that were mostly cast for their looks rather than their acting ability. He tousled his hair with one hand and glanced back to acknowledge Maddy.
“Hey.” He said with a freckled grin, before promptly returning to his television show.
Maddy rolled her eyes. Her brother had saved a naked photo of Maddy to his phone and he acted like nothing was different between them? Maddy felt the annoyance and resentment towards her brother start to build once again. Let’s see how long you can resist this, brother…
“Have you been sitting here all day?” Maddy asked, coming further into the room and unconsciously arching her back to accentuate her breasts as she did.
“Yeah, so?” Elliot rolled his eyes and kept his gaze fixed on the TV screen.
“You’re just so lazy.” Maddy teased.
“Whatever, Maddy.” Elliot said. “I’m just not an overachiever.”
Maddy’s eyes narrowed, willing Elliot to look at her, to give some sign that he harbored secret lustful desires. But he remained stubbornly focused on his show.
Deciding to use her current outfit to her advantage, Maddy walked in front of the TV as if she were headed to the kitchen. When she was sure she was in Elliot’s eyeline, she let a pom-pom slip from her grasp.
“Oops!” She said cheerfully. Then, slowly and deliberately, she bent forward to pick up her pom-pom. Her skirt raised, revealing delicate pink panties shaped around a small but firm ass. Maddy made a small show of struggling to grasp onto her pom-pom, before finally grabbing it and heading into the kitchen. She didn’t dare look back to see what Elliot’s reaction was.
Now that she was in the kitchen, Maddy realized she was hungry, and another idea for teasing Elliot came to mind. As short as she was, Maddy had trouble reaching items on the highest shelves without assistance. Usually, she refused any help and insisted on climbing on the counters. Today, Maddy thought she could use this unfortunate fact of her build to her advantage.
She opened one of the kitchen cupboards, spying a jar of peanut butter on the top shelf. Maddy reached for it and was satisfied to see that she was several inches too short even when standing on her tiptoes.
“Elliot!” Maddy yelled. “Will you help me get the peanut butter down?”
“Ugh…” Maddy grinned as she heard Elliot mute the TV and reluctantly get up.
Maddy kept stretching her arms upwards, keenly aware of how much of her midriff she was showing as she stretched. She heard Elliot enter behind her, and Maddy made sure to stick out her ass just a little, subtly enough that Elliot couldn’t know she was intentionally doing it. Maddy wanted to make sure her brother knew what color panties she was wearing.
Elliot was getting closer. Maddy went to her tiptoes again, wiggling her ass as she did little hops of futility. She felt her skirt catch a draft and fly up as she jumped, fully revealing her ass to anyone who was looking. Then Elliot stood beside her, a good foot taller than her, Maddy felt dwarfed as his chest pressed up against her back. He reached up and easily set the peanut butter jar down on the counter for Maddy, his arm brushing against her shoulder.
“Anything else?” Elliot asked. Maddy wanted to lean into his chest. She wanted him to wrap around her and squeeze her ass with his large hands.
“Nope, that’s it,” Maddy said. “Thanks!” Elliot nodded. Was his breathing heavier than normal? Or was that just wishful thinking on Maddy’s part?
“Actually,” Elliot paused. Maddy’s breath caught in her chest. Had she gone too far? Was he about to say something about her obvious attempts to show off her body?
“I could use a sandwich if you’re making one.” Elliot finished.
Maddy breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t think anything was suspicious, he was just hungry. Maddy nodded and made a couple peanut butter and jam sandwiches for them to eat. Elliot sat at the table, glued to his phone. Maddy wondered if he had looked at her picture anymore since that morning.
About to put the dishes away, Maddy stopped with a knife in hand. Elliot’s attractive green eyes never looked once at Maddy. He looked bored sitting at the table, waiting for his sandwich to be ready. It wasn’t enough. Maddy couldn’t be sure that her brother had even noticed her. She needed to do something that would be impossible to look away from.
With a cry, Maddy instinctively let the knife in her hand slip, sending it skittering across the floor under the table.
“Ugh, I’m so clumsy today,” Maddy said. Elliot looked up briefly, but made no move to help her.
Perfect. She got onto her hands and knees readily, crawling beneath the table next to where Elliot was sitting. Maddy reached a hand out towards the knife, arching her back to make her ass as prominent as possible.
Maddy imagined that her panties were a little damp now, not just from the sweat but from the wet arousal of thinking about her brother perving out on her. She floundered for a little longer than she’d struggled with the pom-pom, delighted when she felt her miniskirt slide down towards her waist, fully revealing her ass and pussy, only covered by a thin layer of pink cotton.
For a moment, Maddy’s mind drifted. She thought about being in this exact position on her bed while Elliot took her from behind. She imagined him slapping her ass, before grabbing it and shoving his cock into her pussy. She imagined him taking her like she was his. Maddy’s pussy was drenched.
“Almost… Got it…” Maddy grunted. Then, slowly, she shuffled out from under the table on all fours. She fixed her miniskirt and put the dishes away. When she sat down with Elliot to eat, something seemed different about him.
His face was unreadable, as always. But Maddy noted he was shifting in his seat as they ate. Elliot seemed more restless than he usually did. Maddy wished fervently she could somehow discreetly look under the table, but he imagined her diversion had worked. Was her brother rocking a hard-on in his pants from looking at his big sister’s ass?
“So, how was practice?” Elliot asked. Maddy was surprised, he never asked about her day.
“It was fine…” Maddy wondered if the question was an attempt to distract Elliot from more lurid thoughts. “The coach is getting harder on us with the championships coming up.”
Elliot nodded, ate a little more, and then excused himself.
“I’m going out with some friends,” Elliot called behind him. “Mom and Dad are at some charity event, so you’ll be home alone for the evening!” A minute later, the door slammed shut, leaving Maddy to stew over what had just transpired.
He must be rattled. Why else would he leave so suddenly? He was definitely behaving weird, Maddy decided. But it still wasn’t enough. She couldn’t be sure that his attitude towards her was definitely changing. Maddy needed him to indulge his taboo thoughts.
She needed something more. I’m so fucking frustrated. Maddy could feel her seat getting sticky as her arousal seeped through her panties.
Maddy knew she was going to have to fuck herself silly tonight in order to get any sleep.
Maddy needed release.
To her credit, she tried to focus on studying for a couple hours after Elliot’s departure. But every few minutes she found herself thinking about Elliot looking up her skirt. Inevitably, these thoughts would lead to her fantasizing about Elliot being up her skirt. As a result, in about two hours of “study” time, Maddy had gotten through only about four pages of her textbook.
The sandy-blonde was used to dealing with a hyperactive sex drive. She could always block out the lustful feelings when she really needed to focus. Except now. Now, the warmth in her core only seemed to be growing. She could not put a stopper on the gushing feeling of lust within her that sent electricity up her whole body and sent sweet arousal down to her soft folds.
God, she needed to be filled up.
Maddy went to her closet and found a nondescript shoebox tied closed with rubber bands. Inside was a small assortment of sex toys. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the most phallic object - a tan, veiny, six-inch silicone shaft.
