Sheri was a beautiful girl, a perky girl, a saucy girl. In fact Sheri was all those adjectives and more, and she caused more stiff pricks than she could have imagined - literally thousands - even if she tried. Which, oddly enough, she didn't. And that was because she was a nice girl too. But the reason she caused thousands of hardons was because Sheri was a cheerleader.

She wasn't the typical blonde babe who yelled "woo hoo" when someone ran ten yards or scored a basket and then went back to talking to the other cheerleaders. For one thing her hair was raven black. For another she had a sort of smoky look about her, like she'd just gotten out of bed and wasn't quite awake. And, she was double jointed, which allowed her to do stunts most cheerleaders could only dream about doing. One of her favorites was to bend over backwards and keep bending until her head was facing forward again and she was looking at the crowd from between her own two feet. It looked impossible. People went crazy.

It helped that she had a 36 inch bust line. Her mams were nice and round and, though the crowd couldn't see them, were capped with tiny little nipples on tiny little areolas. Each one of them probably didn't take up the size of a dime, but they stuck out maybe half an inch. The crowd couldn't see her pubes either, much to their dismay, but if they had they'd have seen straight hairs that looked like they'd been combed and thinned, flowing down from a bikini line. You could see the underlying skin through them. Basically they framed her plump pink vulva which pooched out in a camel toe quite often. The crowd DID get to see that once in a while. That drove them wild too.

But what made the biggest difference was the way Sheri paid attention to the game and the fans. She knew most people in town, of course, it wasn't all that big after all. She'd point and yell things like, "Come on Mr. Jameson, get up and cheer," or, "Mrs. Swartz, help me out." And she never stopped moving. She'd see the ball going down the court and get people involved in that particular play, not just the game at large. She noticed people, and people noticed her. Especially men, who wanted to give in to their urge to give this girl babies ... LOTS of babies.

The boys would have felt that way too - probably did feel that way secretly - except for one thing. Sheri had a brother. Her big brother was the captain of the football team, the shooting guard on the basketball team, and was on the swim team as well. He was big and he was well liked. He made it very, very clear that his sweet little sister shouldn't have to worry about her virginity. It wasn't on the table and he was there to make sure it stayed locked away, where it belonged. Oh, Sheri had dates. In fact she had lots of them, but no one ever seemed to want to do anything except kiss her chastely on the cheek good night.

Her brother, Kevin, went out on lots of dates too, and his rules for himself were completely different. Kevin fucked any and every girl who would spread her legs for him. He wasn't pushy about it, and in fact he never put it in a girl who didn't want him to, but he had a reputation for being the right guy to lose one's virginity with if a girl was so inclined.

Not the least reason for this was his penis. It was odd by comparison with other guys his age. In the first place, it was thin. It was probably only as thick as a grown man's thumb. It was also long, which meant that most girls, when they had it in them, felt him clear to their uterus. And it was bent.

Now with some guys it bends to the left and others it bends to the right. His bent UP. It started out going away from his body, but when it got to the tip it was pointing almost straight up. It curved almost seventy degrees. What this meant was that the tip scraped along the top of a girl's pussy, which is most commonly where the fabled "G" spot exists, if a girl actually has one.

Anyway, by word of mouth, word spread among females of his peculiarities and his prowess. There were persistent rumors that even a couple of teachers had tried him out. Ms. Harrison, the new Kindergarten teacher was only 23 and he had been her teacher's aide for six weeks. For reasons no one quite knew for sure she was the happiest person in the school for the last four of those weeks. Then after he went on to aide in another room she had returned to her old self. Except that she had turned up pregnant and she wasn't married. There were rumors about that too.

That was the other thing about Kevin. He had this rule that if you were going to let him fuck you, he was going in au naturale. No rubbers for Kevin. You could be on the pill if you wanted, or use a diaphragm, but his spend was for a naked pussy, and not the inside of a plastic bag. Who knows why guys believe the things they believe? It was just the way he was. You could always say "No."

It was a crisp fall Friday night when disaster struck the team. Kevin was trying to pass the ball and he got a helmet in his right abdomen. The linebacker was off the ground at the time and was quite literally a guided missile. That wouldn't have been so bad, except he got hit high in the back by another tackler and he folded up quite suddenly in ways that stretched things farther than they were meant to stretch. Kevin went down and had to be carried off the field. His parents were gone for the weekend, so his little sister went with him to the hospital and stayed with him until the doctors finally released him. He was loaded up with pain killers and sang drinking songs on the way home. He could walk, barely, but it was everything Sheri could do to get him in the house and into his bed. She thought about trying to get him undressed, but gave up on the idea because he was too heavy to move.

The next morning she went in to check on him. He was laying awake, moaning.

"What's wrong, Kevin?" she said.

"I can't move. That's what's wrong. Everything hurts and what's worse I have to piss something awful. I've been trying to get up to go to the bathroom, but I can't. I'm about to have an accident in bed for pity's sake." He groaned again. "Where's Mom?"

"She and Daddy went up to see Aunt Jenny, remember? She's going to have surgery. I'm the only one here. But maybe I can help you get up."

They tried, and eventually she rolled him over so one leg fell onto the floor. Then he was able to do what amounted to a pushup to get himself off the bed. But he couldn't bend over without being in terrible pain in his back. As long as he stood straight up it was tolerable. He could only shuffle with his feet, because of the pain in his abdomen. Sheri found the pills the doctor had handed her the night before and made him swallow one. Then, using the handyman's maxim for oil - Some's good, more's better and too much is just right - she decided that if one was good, two would be better, so she gave him three.

She got him to the bathroom, and in front of the toilet, but then he said, "I usually sit down to piss."

"What?" she said. "Why would you do that?"

"Well, in the morning my ... I'm ... uh ... sort of um ... hard. And that makes it hard to go standing up."

"What in the world are you talking about?" asked Sheri. In fact she was well aware that many of the girls in school were intimately familiar with that hard cock he didn't seem to be able to talk about. She had heard rumors that it was "wonderful" and "amazing" and "to die for" but she didn't know WHY it was all these things. And, of course, she never got to see any of the other boy's cocks. She knew why that was too, and sometimes she didn't appreciate her big brother's efforts to make her dating life "safe." So she decided this might be a good time to find out what the big deal was.

"Come on, Sheri. Take my word for it, OK? I just need to sit down, that's all."

"OK, so now what do we do?" she said.

"Well, I need to drop my pants," he said and his hands went to his belt. He automatically tried to bend and felt a sharp pain. "Ohhh shit, can't do it." He looked at his sister helplessly. "Um ... can you drop them for me?"

Sheri was having fun, but she didn't let on. "You want ME to drop YOUR pants, because you have a hardon and have to sit down on the toilet."

"Um ... yeah, I guess," he said.

Instead of having more fun with him, Sheri went to work. She unbuckled his pants, and started to unzip him.

But he did in fact have a hardon and it was poking out, making the front of his pants very tight. She worked at the zipper, pushing at the lump.

"Sheri? What are you doing?" her brother said. It felt like a girl was trying to get at his cock. He suddenly realized a girl WAS trying to get at his cock, but this time it was his sister. It wasn't making things any easier, though.

"I'm trying to get your pants unzipped. I don't have a lot of experience at this, you know." Her barbed comment was lost on him as her hand slid over his swollen member. Finally she got the zipper down and then she was able to pull the pants down to his knees. Now for his underwear. She was squatting in front of him, and now the thing that had caused so much trouble was tenting out his underwear. That was easier, since it had an elastic band. She pulled on it and slid it downward.

What was revealed to her eyes was really quite interesting, she thought. First of all it was red. The tip was bullet shaped and more violet. But the curve was what amazed her. It was pointing UP for pity's sake. She could see how trying to point it down would involve bending it way way further than it looked like it COULD bend. Even if he sat down, it would take some pushing on the thing to get it not to shoot right back up through the toilet seat.

"OK. There. You can sit down now."

Kevin began bending his knees, but to sit he had to lean forward slightly and that he could not do. The injured muscle in his back screamed at him. He stood back up. "I can't sit down. Well, I probably could drop and land on the seat, but I'd never be able to get up again. I don't want to have to sit on the toilet all day long. Shit! What am I going to do?"

Sheri had been staring at his hard dick. It DID look like it might be fun to play with, she thought. "Turn around," she said. He didn't move and she put her hands on his hips and turned him. "Turn around," she said again. This time he did and when he was facing the toilet she stopped him. "I'm going to point it down," she said.

Then, for the first time in her life, she put her fingers around a boy's hard dick. The feel was strange and somehow exciting. It was very hard, but it felt slick and soft too! She bent it downward and it felt like it had springs inside of the base or something. She forced it further and further down until it was pointing sort of at the toilet bowl. "OK, now try to go." she said.

Kevin was in agony. Everything hurt. His sister had a hold of his boner and was apparently trying to tear it out by the roots. He couldn't go now if his life depended on it. He tried, but it was no go. "I can't," he said.

Of course she asked him why not and then he had to explain to her how it was hard to get a stream going ANY time you had a hardon, much less when your dick was folded in half.

Sheri looked around. What were they going to do. It had been fun playing with his cock, but he was in pain and she had some idea of what that kind of pain was like. Her eyes lit on the shower. Of course. She told him to lift his leg and she soon had that leg free of his clothing. Then the other. Then she told him to raise his arms and she peeled off his jersey. He stood before his sister, naked, his jutting hardon poking gloriously out.

She steered him toward the shower. "I'm going to make the water nice and warm," she said. "Then you get in, face the corner and let her rip." By now Kevin was ready to do anything just to end the pain. He stood in the warm spray and eventually was able to get his bladder to release. He groaned in satisfaction as the yellow stream arced up in front of him to land on the shower wall.

Sheri kept the door open to watch. She was fascinated to see his penis bob and sway as he used his muscles to try to release his urine. Then it came and she stepped back in surprise. The stream went up and landed clear up level with his head! She watched in amazement as, over a minute or so his dick began to dip, then sag, and finally it was a shriveled sausage looking thing hanging between his legs. Water began to run off of it like clear piss.

She reached in and turned off the water. In the process her PJs got soaked. Now they clung to her teen breasts like a second skin. As the water cooled her, her nipples rose, poking out through the wet material.

"Come on Big Brother" she said and pulled him out of the shower. She got a towel and started drying him off. As she did his head and shoulders he said, "That hot water felt good on my back. Maybe I could get in the hot tub. The water would support my weight and the heat could help loosen me up." As he talked he looked at his sister. Her hands were up over her head as she dried his hair. He saw her stiffened nipples, and the cloth stuck to her breasts. He felt blood flowing to his dick. Sheri kept drying, getting his hips and butt, his legs and feet. She saved that interesting looking peter for last. Finally it was time and she molded the towel around it, rubbing it gently. It thickened as she manipulated it, but then it was dry and she stood up.

Kevin stopped talking when he felt his sister drying his prick. He couldn't help what was happening down there, but it was embarrassing. He sighed and relaxed when she abandoned the member. At least it hadn't gotten completely hard again. Sheri agreed that the hot tub was a good idea and went off to get it ready. He walked around the house, naked. He tried to get something to eat, but couldn't bend over in the fridge. He couldn't find anything worth eating in the cupboards. He got several pieces of bread and was stuffing them in his mouth when Sheri found him.

"It's ready," she said. He looked at her. Instead of seeing his sister, he saw an almost grown woman. A very sexy looking woman, he thought, in her light cotton PJs, under which there was most assuredly smooth silky skin and nipples and a pussy ... He realized with horror that his cock was rising.

"Don't tell me you have to pee again," she said, watching the sausage start changing back into a Kielbasa.

"No," he said too quickly. How was he going to explain it. She didn't help. She stood there, one hip cocked, hand on hip, breasts poking the material out. SHIT he had to stop thinking about that. "Um ... sometimes it just happens."

Sheri looked at him. He was embarrassed! Wow. Her big brother, who ruined her social life, and ordered her around, was embarrassed. He was also virtually helpless, she thought. Hmmmmm.

"Well, tell it to behave and come on." She turned and left.

Kevin thought, "My, but her hips sway nicely when she walks."

By the time he got to the hot tub his mind had done the rest. He was once again hard and proudly curved. There were steps leading up to the hot tub, and steps leading down into it, which was good, because there was no way he could have climbed over the edge. But Sheri wasn't going to just let him climb those steps without assistance. There was no handrail, and he could slip. So she got on top and held his hand as he climbed up.

Now was the tricky part. Getting him down into the steaming hot water. He started to step down and tottered. His foot came back up.

"Hold it," said Sheri. She made her decision then, a decision that would change their lives forever.

She unbuttoned her PJ top and slipped it off. Then she bent and removed the bottoms. Now she too was gloriously naked. She stepped down into the water. MAN it was hot! She looked up at her brother. There, right in front of her face was that interesting boner of his. Now there was a clear drop of fluid oozing out of the little hole in the end.

"I thought you said you didn't have to pee," she said.

Kevin was paralyzed. His sister had stripped naked in front of him. She was gorgeous! She had tits that were a baby's dream! And her pubic hair. Even from above he could see the plump lips of her pussy poking out through that black hair. His cock was like steel now. She said something to him about peeing. At the last second he realized what she was talking about. "I don't. It's just ... a hardon."

"Well, then I need to take you back to the doctor, cause there's something coming out of it," she said. She was serious too. She leaned closer to his organ. "It's kind of clear and it's oozing out. Don't you feel it?"

Kevin panicked. If she took him back to the doctor and told the doctor what she had just told him he'd be the laughing stock of the community. And how exactly would he explain why his sister had been looking at his hard dick?

"No!" he blurted. "Look, it's complicated, but there's nothing wrong. It's done that before. OK? Just get me in the water."

While he had been talking the stuff oozed more and more until it ran down his dick and started to drip into the water. When the drop left the bottom of his dick Sheri instinctively stuck her hand out and caught it. She peered at it closely and rubbed a finger in it. It was slippery, not like pee at all. But what else could come out of a penis?