Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Tiffany And Brian - 7th Grade Cheerleader
Keywords: m/f, spank
Summary: Tiffany celebrates her new cheerleader uniform
This story is one of several about my sister Tiffany and me. We are technically step-kids since our parents married when we were both very small. I remember a time before Tiffany and that she came to be my sister as a toddler. Tiffany thinks of me as her big brother because I am part of her earliest memories. The sequence of stories means little except that the first one helps to understand our hobby? Our game? Our perversion?
Tiffany and I had shared spanking games perhaps three or four times over the summer after she turned twelve. My experience is that many girls have a transforming season where, in a few months, their bodies go from the tightest-closed bud to a blossom. They usually continue to develop but there is a tremendous physical leap. Some girls have this experience earlier and some later. This summer was proving to be Tiff’s transformation season. It was perhaps more obvious because it was summer. Tiff spent most of her time in skimpy outfits – spaghetti-strap tops, swimsuits, shorts. Her tummy was exposed in most of her outfits. Her changes were very apparent, when they might have been more subtle under autumn and winter clothes. Mom and Dad kind of shook their heads and I just enjoyed the show.
Of course we kept our games to ourselves. I’m pretty sure our parents would have freaked if they had known that I was sometimes pulling Tiff’s panties down and patting her bottom, and that she had the pleasure of treating me the same way. They would have been disturbed if they had known that we peeked at each other in the evenings sometimes, seeing each other in various stages of nakedness and watching each other play solo sex games. And of course they would have worried and would have wanted to stop us.
They would have been worried, too, that we were likely to progress to sexual intercourse. But Tiff and I had talked at length on that subject.
It was after our third or fourth spanking session. Tiff sat on my lap, wiggling a little, wearing her pink gingham nightie. Up to this time, I had spanked her once by lifting her denim skirt and a couple of times in her nightie with its matching panties because evening was a convenient time and her nightie was a cute outfit. I had my arms around her and she had one arm around my neck. She could feel my hard-on against her thigh and I could see her nipples hard against her nightie.
“Do boyfriends and girlfriends do things like this?” she asked me after she had kissed my cheek. I kissed her forehead.
“I’m sure some of them spank each other but I haven’t heard anyone I know talk about it,” I said.
“I meant do they hold each other, and kiss each other, and touch each other?” Tiff said.
“Of course they do. As kids get older, they explore each other’s bodies. Some do more and some do less. Some of them have sex.”
Tiff wrinkled her nose at me. “I like playing with myself and I like watching you, but sex sounds too gross.”
“It sounds gross to you now and that makes me feel better. As your big brother, I would be glad if you wait a long time still.”
“I know I’ll want sex sometime. But maybe I will wait until I’m married. Are you going to wait, Brian?”
I laughed. “If I get a chance for sex before I’m married, maybe I will take it. But my girlfriends have only wanted to kiss and cuddle.” I had dated a couple of girls but I was between girlfriends that summer. I had touched my girlfriends over their clothing and on their tummies but Tiff’s was the first girl’s body I’d seen well. Tiff herself was the only girl who had seen my bare bottom or penis.
Our parents’ basic view was that sex was best as part of marriage (and I had heard sounds to indicate they liked it very well). They were also wise enough to understand that their control of sex was limited to example and teaching. Mom and Dad had made clear to me that, at the least, they thought it was best to wait until after high school. Tiffany told me that they had urged her to wait until then also.
“So I’m going to be waiting a long time. And Brian, I love you as my brother and my spank friend. But I’m not going to have sex with you. Besides, I don’t want real sex yet anyway.” This was more relief to me than anything else. Playing spank games and peeking games seemed kind of okay to me but I thought sex with Tiffany would be way too wrong for me to handle.
That’s a lot of explanation to come to today’s story. Tiffany started at Jefferson Middle School that September, a 7th-9th grade school near our house. We had probably ten middle schools in the three school districts nearby and they played a pretty ambitious interscholastic schedule of sports and other activities. I had been in debate and speech myself since 7th grade. Our schools had cheerleaders even for the middle schools and Tiffany came to me the second week of September, flushed and out of breath with excitement.
“Brian, I want to be a cheerleader!” she said. “It means a special period in PE and going to all the games and I already know a couple of eighth grade girls on the squad.”
“That’s great!” I said. “Have you planned a routine for tryouts?”
“Can you help me?” she said.
This being the Internet age, I got her to sit beside me at our computer and we looked up cheerleader tryout videos. We went through a number of them and Mom helped Tiffany select some moves that Tiffany thought she could work through safely. She was wearing her school uniform, khaki slacks and a polo shirt, so she scampered to her room and changed into gym shorts and a T-shirt.
Tiffany had enjoyed tumbling classes in school. She proved a quick study on the moves she had picked. Mom and Tiff worked out a sequence that would last about two minutes. Tiffany went through it quite a few times that afternoon. Since tryouts were a week away, she continued to practice each afternoon.
I noticed two things very clearly. First, Tiff was very good at the routine. She went from jump to tumble to dance with confidence and a cheery smile. Second, she looked very, very fine doing it. Her shorts were just a little shorter than maybe they should be and her top would flounce around, exposing her tummy. Once in a while I would get a glimpse of her panties. Mom coached her and I cheered her on for a few minutes each school day, then I went and worked on my homework. These stories are about our sex play but sex play was a small part of our lives.
That weekend was one of our parents’ frequent away weekends. It was a mark of many positive family things: their love and attraction to each other, their pleasure in each other’s company (and horniness), their trust in Tiff and me that we would conduct ourselves responsibly. The key point, of course, was that we had the house to ourselves on Saturday afternoon.
Tiffany was dressed in her gym shorts and T-shirt. We had decorated the shirt with Jefferson school logos in red and gold. Since the shorts happened to be about the right shade of red, Mom had added gold trim to the leg hems and the waistband. Tiff wanted to practice and wanted me to help her, so I used our video cam to record her runs. I would record two runs and we’d go inside to view them on the computer. Each time, Tiff would note where she thought she could perform better. I just enjoyed it all since I was no judge of such things.
Tiffany spent an hour or so on her practice session. At the end, I said, “Gosh, you’re good at that. And you’ve worked so hard, I have a reward for you.”
“What’s that, big brother?”
“Come inside,” I said.
I got her to lie on her bed and I gave her a thorough massage over her clothes. She had just pulled off her shoes and socks when I had her lie down on her tummy. I rubbed her down thoroughly and I even wiped her down with a cool washcloth to get some of the sweat off. She murmured and purred the whole time. “That’s quite a reward,” she said.
“I have one more part of it,” I said. I got her to stand up in front of me. “I’m going to give you kind of a birthday spanking,” I said.
“My birthday’s in February,” Tiff pointed out.
“Sure, but what I mean is it will only be a love spanking. Just love pats.” I put my arms around her and put my hands on her bottom.
Tiffany giggled and wiggled her bottom against my hands. “I like that idea, big brother Daddy. Will you still spank my bare bottom?”
I laughed. “Of course I will,” I said. I made to pull her over my lap as I sat on the bed but she flung herself into the position she liked so much. I gave her ten love-pats on her shorts, tight and cute. Then I pulled her shorts down, being careful to leave her panties in place because I loved looking at her panties. I spent nearly five minutes gently spanking her on her white panties, her bottom bouncing a little after each soft swat. She wiggled happily and alternated sighing and giggling.
“When are you going to pull my panties down?” she finally asked. I had been waiting for that. “Right now,” I said. I eased her panties down to see her smooth, soft little bottom. I spent another ten minutes on gently spanking her bare, sweet skin.
“Daddy,” Tiff finally said, “I’ve been a little naughty.” So I gave her five hard swats to finish her off. Then I pulled up her panties and her shorts and held her in my lap.
“You’re sure to get your spot on the team, little sister,” I said and I meant it.
“Thanks for helping, big brother,” she answered. “You can watch while I take my shower.” And I did, enjoying the show as she took off her clothes, showered, and then dried herself slowly. That was all we did that afternoon.
Tuesday was the big day – cheerleader tryouts. They would take place during the last period of the school day, which meant that Tiff was on her own. Our parents were at work and I was in school myself. All of us wished her luck on her way out the door with her tryout outfit in her backpack.
Though I am a devoted brother, I was also a junior in school with plenty to get through during the day. I scarcely thought of Tiff’s tryout again until I got home shortly after 4 pm. I went in the house and I was met by an explosion in red and gold – Tiffany in her newly-awarded uniform.
She was wearing a gold sleeveless top and she showed me her gold sweater for cooler days. Her skirt was short, pleated and very red. Tiff was especially eager to show me her cheerleader panties, gold with red trip around the leg bands and the waistband. She bent forward and flipped her skirt so I would get a thorough view.
Cheerleader panties are supposed to cover the bottom but I found they were more decoration than concealment. After Tiffany gave me a good look, I pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead, very brotherly, but my hands were less brotherly on her bottom.
“You know what I thought about as soon as I put on my outfit?” Tiffany asked me.
“Let me guess. The 9th grade boys?” I asked her.
“Well, okay, the 9th grade boys too. But that was second. The first thing I thought of was that this was the spanking outfit of all spanking outfits,” she giggled. There was certainly something to that. I had spanked her in a skirt and by pulling down shorts. I had spanked her a couple of times in her nightie, which I loved very much. Now Tiffany was pulling me eagerly into her room in her short skirt and gold panties.
She pushed me onto her bed peremptorily and flung herself over my lap. “Lift up my skirt,” she said. It was hardly necessary because I was already lifting it and the skirt barely covered her panties anyway. They were darling looking, sweetly innocent with a hint of “come on” to them. I spanked them, of course. I spanked them lovingly and gently for ten minutes by the clock before Tiffany demanded, “Pull them down now!” So of course I did, and I spanked her bare little bottom with the gold panties pulled just below it. I gave her at least a hundred light spanks before she said, “Daddy, finish me up, please.” And then I gave her ten hard spanks that made her squirm and yip.
“Do cheerleaders ever give spankings?” Tiffany asked. “Or do they just get spankings?” Turnabout is fair play; Tiffany sat on the bed and I helped her lower my jeans. She pulled me down so I was kneeling on the floor with my body over her lap onto her quilt. Then Tiff spanked my underpants a dozen times or so. “Naughty Brian, I can feel your hard-on,” she said. “Stand up a minute.” I did and Tiff pulled my underpants down, carefully negotiating past my erect penis. Again I took my position over her lap. Her legs were bare, of course, which meant my stiff cock was pressed against her silky smooth skin. I held still as Tiff spanked my bare bottom a dozen times or more, then I wiggled my cock against her. That got me two hard smacks. Then Tiffany had me kneel in front of her and she got some tissues. “Show me how you play with yourself again,” she said. “You can watch me later.”
I was already close to having my orgasm. I rolled my penis between my hands a few times and squirted strongly into the tissue. Tiffany applauded. “We’re done and Mom isn’t even home yet! Good work!” And later, after Tiff’s shower, I did watch as she took off her nightie, lay on her back, and brought herself a pleasing orgasm too.