Chapter 9

There was an eerie silence in the house as Emily came downstairs for breakfast. Todd was gone from his usual seat at the kitchen table, and her mother was conspicuously absent as well. The house was silent as a crypt ... and Emily, skipping naked to the kitchen, didn't notice at all. The only thing she noticed missing was Jack, which disappointed her. Though Jack rarely joined the family for breakfast, she'd been desperately hoping that he might be there this morning. That way, she could suck his dick while he sat at the table ... or maybe he'd even take her upstairs and fuck her in her bed, in the tender, romantic way she kept dreaming about.

But there was no Jack.

Sighing, Emily took her usual breakfast alone at the table – granola and yogurt, and a glass of orange juice – and found herself wondering where Jack was, and what he was doing. She also found herself thinking about school ... and how stupid school was, and how much she didn't want to go. Who needs classes when I can be with Jack? Emily thought bitterly. She couldn't imagine anything better than ditching school and staying home with her brother, and letting him fuck her until she passed out from sheer bliss ... or exhaustion. It wouldn't hurt to cut classes and be with Jack, just for one day...

Something inside Emily, though, wouldn't let her consider that. She couldn't skip school. Not without Jack's permission. Just as there was something inside her that kept her from wandering around the house to look for Jack, even though she really, really, wanted to know where he was ... for that matter, it kept her from looking for her mother or her other brother Todd as well.

Finishing her breakfast, Emily headed to the front door. A small mahogany table had been thoughtfully placed near the door, in the main entryway to the house, and an empty wicker laundry hamper had been placed next to the table. On the table, neatly folded, lay a new set of clothes for Emily, along with a new pair of red leather platform stiletto pump heels. Under the clothes lay something familiar ... a cheerleading outfit. On top of the stiletto heels sat a small, white envelope.

Puzzled, Emily opened the envelope.

Good luck at the cheerleader tryouts after school. You'll do great. You'll be perfect. Trust me. Promise.

–J

"The tryouts," Emily whispered. "They're today ... how could I forget?" Hurriedly, she put on the outfit that Jack had left for her at the door, her mind swirling with giddy exhilaration ... and confusion. She'd been working so hard, practicing so much, being so careful to watch what she ate, spending all those long hours at the gym...

How could I forget?

Emily put on her new outfit without thinking, scarcely noticing what she was wearing. If she had noticed, she would've noted that she had put on a white patent leather miniskirt, even shorter than the pleated skirt she'd worn the day before. The hem of the miniskirt barely covered the soft curves of her supple asscheeks ... and if she bent over, she was certain to show off even more of her ass, and the wonderful, naughty goodness beneath the skirt, especially since she wasn't wearing any panties again. She put on a transparent baby blue lace bra and a sleeveless blue blouse with a V neckline, one that plunged deeply to display her ample cleavage. Emily was vaguely aware that the new bra was a C-cup, already a full size bigger than what she'd been wearing just a few days before ... and her firm, luscious tits were already straining against the blue bra, begging to burst out of it.

Sliding her cheerleading outfit into her school bag, Emily slipped on her high heels and headed out the door. She didn't bother waiting for Todd, or even looking for him. Something inside her told her that she didn't need to wait, that Todd would get to school somehow later just fine – if he even was going to school at all.

As Emily finally made her way to school, everything became a blur again ... but in a different way than the previous couple of days. Like before, she was only vaguely aware of going to her locker, or talking with her friends, or sitting in her classes – she knew she was doing these all of these things, but it was like she was watching someone else do them, and she only was observing what was going on. She didn't notice much else. She certainly didn't notice all the guys in the hallways and her classes staring wantonly at her tits and ass, or the whistles they made as she walked by, or the sharp looks or snickering or whispers of the other girls in the school.

Instead, Emily's mind was on a crazy roller-coaster ride. One moment, she was thinking of Jack, imagining doing all sorts of dirty things to her twin brother – her favorite naughty thought of the morning was imagining him shoving his cock up her virgin ass and taking her anal cherry. I bet that would feel fantastic, his dick in my ass, shooting his cum inside it... She smiled and giggled uncontrollably every time she thought about it, always drawing some puzzled stares and smirking eye-rolls every time she did, never noticing any of them.

But the next moment, she'd be thinking of her cheerleading routines. Every step, every move, every beat of the music, every last detail of every move. All of it was synchronized perfectly in her head, the complex routines seeming incredibly obvious and simple to her. When her mind stayed focused on the cheerleading, she couldn't believe she'd ever struggled with it. In her mind, she knew she'd do great, that'd she'd be perfect...