Recapping the characters:

My Ma, Pa, older brother Jethro and younger sister Trixie

My Uncle Jimmy & Aunt Shirley, and their 2 sons, Stan & Billy

My cousin Dirk

My boyfriend Bobby

Sonja, the bitch cheerleader

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I could not believe I was sitting in my cousin Stan's car with my dress hiked up around my waist and my pubes on display. I could not comprehend how in a few short weeks I had gone from an 18 year old who was painfully shy of showing any of her body to the situation I was now in. I was still humiliated beyond belief, but somehow I had allowed myself to be lured into situations that seemed inconceivable.

On the journey home we stopped at traffic lights on two occasions and I was terrified someone would glance in as they went by and notice I was naked from the waist down. It was bad enough that Stan kept glancing down at my pussy and I had to plead for him to keep his eyes on the road.

After what seemed an absolute eternity Stan pulled up outside his parent's house to drop me off. In a shot I opened the car door and dashed up the pathway. Stan yelled 'Bye, cousin, I had a great time' but I ignored him. How I wish I was back in my own home but my parents would not be back from their New York holiday for almost two weeks. Until they returned I was stuck living with Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Shirley and their youngest son, Billy. I was at least thankful that Stan was no longer living with his parents. After what happened today I don't think I could even look at him without blushing bright red in total embarrassment.

When I burst in the front door Aunt Shirley called out to me, "Is that you Jen? I have left some lunch on the table for you. Come and sit down."

I desperately wanted to get up to have a shower and change my clothing, but did not want to seem ungrateful to my Aunt Shirley, especially as I had already managed to upset her in the short time I had been her guest.

"Hi Aunt Shirley," I greeted her as I entered the dining room beside the kitchen.

"Hi Jen. How was your cheerleader practice?"

"It was...very tough," was all I could think of saying

"Jimmy tells me you have a real talent for it."

"No I don't," I responded more abruptly than I meant to.

"Oh, I am sure you are only being modest."

If only she knew modesty was certainly the totally wrong word to define how I had behaved today. Just the thought of it made me blush.

"Are you all right Jen?" my Aunt enquired, "You look a little flushed."

"I am fine. Just a little weary. I think I need a shower to freshen up."

"Silly girl, Jen. Did you not notice we don't have a shower? You eat your lunch and I will run you a bath."

'Oh no,' I inwardly lamented to myself. As I went to pick up my fork I realised I was still holding my underwear tightly in my hand. Unfortunately Aunt Shirley also noticed.

"What are holding there, love," my Aunt Shirley enquired.

"Nothing," I tried to respond nonchalantly.

Aunt Shirley knew better. She stepped closer to me and held out her hand. "If it is nothing then you won't mind showing it to me."

I glanced up at my Aunt with pleading eyes. "It is my bra and panties," I confessed.

Aunt Shirley continued to hold out her hand so I reached up my hand to pass them to her. But before she could take them a hand wrenched them from me. I jumped in fright and turned behind me to see my Uncle Jimmy holding my underwear. I cringed in embarrassment.

"What have we here?" Uncle Jimmy queried. "Is my niece not wearing any underwear?"

I tried to think of a rational explanation but before I could open my mouth Aunt Shirley spoke, "How old are you, Jen?"

"I am 18." I was so embarrassed I looked away and could only stare down at my uneaten lunch. I could not look them in the eye.

"Do you think it is acceptable that an 18 year old walks around in public without her bra and panties on?" Aunt Shirley continued.

This comment caused Uncle Jimmy to chuckle.

"It is not a laughing matter, Jimmy," Aunt Shirley reprimanded. "She wants to be treated like a young woman, but since she has been here her behaviour has been more becoming of a child. No wonder her Ma is at her wits end with her and has to resort to spanking."

With that chilling comment my Aunt disappeared into the kitchen and returned with the wooden spoon. I wanted to plead my innocence, or at least say something in my defence, but I couldn't think of a rational explanation. I certainly didn't want to mention anything of what had happened at the stadium or on the ride home as she would surely question Stan and I hate to think what story he would give his mother.

"Last night you got to spank yourself. Today there will be no such luxury. Now stand up and lean forward, placing your hands on the table."

Sick in the stomach I did as requested, feeling my short summer dress rising up my thighs as I leant forward. As I quickly glanced back I caught a glimpse of my Uncle Jimmy. It was no surprise that he was wearing a smile and had his eyes focused on my buttocks. For the umpteenth time I cringed in humiliation. This was certainly turning into undoubtedly the most humiliating day of my life, which was definitely saying something as my life had been overflowing with humiliation in recent weeks.

Suddenly Aunt Shirley landed the wooden spoon on my buttocks and I yelped, more out of surprise than pain.

"Aren't you going to spank her on her bare bum?" Uncle Jimmy sounded disappointed. "That is what her Ma does. Remember she says the humiliation is the important deterrent, not the administering of the pain."

I shut my eyes in horror and silently pleaded my Aunt would not relent.

"I am not sure, Jim," my Aunt responded, "Billy is in his bedroom and could come out any moment, plus you are here. I am not sure we should be exposing her bare behind with males around."

Finally a rational thought from my Aunt. However Uncle Jimmy was not one to miss an opportunity, especially when it came to satisfying his voyeuristic proclivity.

"Nonsense. If you want her to learn a lesson then you need to administer the punishment properly. Here, I will hold up the back of her skirt as it will just keep falling down."

Before either Aunt Shirley or I could react my Uncle reached out his big mitt and hoisted the back of my skirt up high, totally exposing my buttocks. I shut my eyes even tighter, trying not to imagine the view I must be presenting to my Uncle and Aunt.

"Are you sure?" my Aunt enquired hesitantly.

"Of course I am. Trust me. I am only thinking of Jen and what is best for her. She needs to learn how to behave good and proper."

I could not believe my Uncle Jimmy would have the gall to make a statement like that. In the past I would have voiced one of the many sarcastic responses that sprung to mind, however this was definitely a situation where I needed to bite my tongue.

"I guess you are right," Aunt Shirley relented.

"Of course I am. Now stick that bum of yours right out, Jen. I don't want Shirl spanking me by mistake."

Chance would be fine thing, I thought. However I obeyed my Uncle and arched my back so my buttocks were pushed further away from the table. I knew full well that his request probably had little to do with me presenting a better target for my Aunt. It only served to give Uncle Jimmy a better view of my tight little anus. Plus I knew the lips of my labia would be partially in view despite the fact I was keeping my legs shut tightly together.

Almost to my relief Aunt Shirley continued her spanking. The pain certainly increased without the protection of a layer of fabric, but I was very thankful it was not my Uncle who was administering the spanking as I am sure it would have been far worse. Even so I was beginning to yelp as the repeated spanks on my tender buttocks were taking their toll.

Suddenly a voice rang out from the hallway. "What's the hell is the racket?"

Aunt Shirley ceased her spanking mid-stroke, and there was a brief moment of silence.

"Fucking hell!" Billy exclaimed, wide-eyed at witnessing me bent over the table, my buttocks exposed courtesy of his father holding my dress up to my waist.

"Billy! Your language. If you cannot behave like an adult then go back to your room."

"Yes Billy," Uncle Jimmy chimed in, although he did not sound sincere. "Your naughty little cousin is getting a spanking because she came home not wearing her bra or knickers. Now you can either behave like an adult and watch and learn, or go to your room."

"Too cool. I mean, of course Ma and Pa, I will absolutely behave like an adult." Billy's response sounded even less sincere than his father's.

If I could have shut my eyes even tighter I would have. I was mortified that Billy, who was only slightly older than me, was now also soaking up the sight of my intimate exposure.

Thankfully Aunt Shirley continued her spanking. I just wanted it to be over with. However my Aunt's slow and deliberate spanks meant it seemed to drag on for an eternity.

Finally she told me to stand up. Uncle Jimmy seemed hesitant to let go of my raised dress but eventually let it fall back into place.

"Have you learnt a lesson, young lady?" Uncle Jimmy enquired of me.

"Oh yes, Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Shirley," I responded contritely.

I tried not to look at Billy but could not help seeing his grinning mug looking at me from behind his parents.

Aunt Shirley then instructed me to finish eating my lunch while she prepared a bath for me. I winced as I sat down on the chair. The fabric covering the chair felt rough against my tender, inflamed buttocks. Billy and his Dad hung around for a short while then obviously decided the fun was over and disappeared.

Aunt Shirley returned and waited beside me while I finished my lunch. I then let her lead me by the hand into the bathroom. She indicated for me to put my hands above my head and I obliged without protest. Humming quietly to herself she unbuttoned the front of the dress and then grabbed hold of the hem and levered it over my head so I was naked. Gone was her earlier anger.

I should have been humiliated. I should have put up some form of protest. But given the events of the past few days I just accepted it. Yes, it was embarrassing being undressed like a little girl. But I decided there were far worse things in life that could be happening. In a way it was nice having my Aunt fussing over me like this. At least she was not angry with me. She seemed to be enjoying herself, as if I was her girl she never had.

As I turned to step into the bath she noticed how red my buttocks were.

"Oh, dear me. You do look a sight," she sighed. "When you have finished the bath I will rub some oil on you to sooth the pain."

"Thank you, Aunty."

Once I was in the bath I lay back and enjoyed the water enveloping me. I had forgotten how relaxing a bath could be. My Aunt used a cup to pour water over my head and then applied shampoo. It was lovely having her delicate fingers running through my hair as she lathered the shampoo.

When she finally finished washing my hair I stood up in the bath and handed her the soap.

"Will you wash the rest of my body for me?" I requested.

Smiling gently she took the soap and began lathering me from my shoulders downwards. It was funny having her hand running over my boobs, and I felt awkward when she soaped my bottom and between my legs. But I just told myself it was my Aunty, so relax and enjoy it.

After sitting down again she removed all the soap, then held up a big fluffy towel for me to step into. After patting me down to ensure I was dry she gave me a loving peck on the cheek and told me to go to my bedroom and relax as I looked like I needed it. She wasn't wrong. It was only mid afternoon but I felt exhausted.

I lay on the bed, still with only my towel wrapped around me, and promptly dozed off. It had been quite a day.

I was startled awake by the sound of a quick knock on the door, followed by the squeak of the door opening. Still dozy from the sleep I slowly turned to see my Uncle Jimmy standing in the doorway. I glanced at the clock and realised I had been asleep for several hours.

"I must have dozed off," I stupidly stated the obvious.

"You certainly did. Must be all the excitement," he grinned.

I had this horrible thought of just how much he did know about my day. As my head cleared from the sleep I also realised I was lying on the bed with only my towel wrapped around me. From the satisfied smirk on Uncle Jimmy's face I suspected I was revealing more of my body than I would have liked.

I quickly sat up and swivelled my legs over the side of the bed away from my uncle's gaze. He then informed me that he had only popped his head in to tell me that Billy was out with his friends, Aunt Shirley was having a girl's night out, and he was going to the bar shortly for a few drinks with his mates. My Aunt had put a pizza out for my dinner.

"Thanks," I mumbled, pleased I was going to have a quiet night to watch television. Hopefully my boyfriend, Bobby, could come over and join me.

After Uncle Jimmy departed my room I realised that since the two of us were home alone it would be an ideal time to talk to him about the deal he promised he would do with me to enable me to get out of my commitment to be the basketball team's cheerleader for all the away games for the season. I also needed to desperately get my photos back from him.

I quickly stuck my head around the door. "Uncle Jimmy. Can you wait while I get changed as I want to discuss our deal with you."

Uncle Jimmy turned and seemed to ponder my request. "I don't want to waste good drinking time. If you want to talk to me than come into the lounge now and we can have a quick chat."

"I will only take a quick moment to get changed," I smiled, hoping to appease him.

"See you later then." Uncle Jimmy waved over his shoulder as he turned and walked down the hallway.

"Wait! Okay. Let's talk now." I desperately wanted to get these matters resolved as they were hanging over my head like an executioner's axe.

Uncle Jimmy made a big show of looking at his watch and considering if he had enough of his valuable time to talk to me.

"If we must," he responded curtly, then turned into the lounge and plonked himself down on his favourite armchair.

I went to sit down on the sofa opposite but realised that with only the towel wrapped around me it would be much too revealing. So I elected to stay upright, even though it felt awkward standing in front of him wearing only the towel.

"So my darling little niece, what are we going to discuss?"

I hesitated, now unsure of what to say first. I decided to get the humiliating matter of my lurid nude photos out of the way first. I took a deep breath.

"Please can I have the photos from my camera back?" I requested as politely as I could.

"Which photos would that be?" he asked innocently.

I knew I should have expected this from my Uncle. "The personal photos I took of my...body," I blushed.

"You want them back?" He acted like he was surprised by my request.

"Yes I do....please." I desperately tried not to lose my temper.

He lent back in his chair and for a long while he pondered my request. Finally he responded.

"Take off your towel and come and sit on my knee and I will look favourably on your request."

My mouth dropped open in shock. "What? You can't make me do that."

"Look Jen, I am not making you do anything. I want to be at the bar with my mates. If you don't want me to be staring at your photos, then take off your towel. If I have seen you naked in person then I hardly have any need of photos. I am not that hard up for thrills, girl."

Only my Uncle Jimmy could come up with logic like that. When I didn't immediately respond he looked at his watch impatiently again.

I took yet another deep breath. I could not believe what I was about to do. Before I had time to contemplate the consequences of what I was doing I whipped the towel away from around my body and let it fall to the floor. I was now standing totally naked in front of my Uncle. I desperately wanted to use my hands to cover myself but forced them to stay by my side.

Uncle Jimmy emitted a low whistle that indicated he liked what he saw of his 18 year old niece. I could feel the red flush of embarrassment flooding across my chest. His eyes roved up and down my body before he used his finger in a circular motion to indicate to me to turn around. I shuffled around so I was facing away from him and he could see my buttocks. I could still feel the tingling tenderness of my earlier spanking and I wondered if my cheeks were still red.

"Now come and sit on my lap."

Slowly I turned back to face him and walked over to where he was seated. Awkwardly I stood beside him. I desperately did not want to sit on his lap, but when he patted his knee with his hand I dutifully sat down. Uncle Jimmy put his hands on my hips and shuffled me around until he was comfortable. He then placed his hand on my thigh as if he was helping me not to fall off. The trouble was his hand was only a couple of inches from the top of my thigh and therefore precariously close to my pussy.

To my horror I then realised I could feel his manhood pressing against my buttocks. I might be a virgin and therefore a sexual novice, but I had no doubt his penis was hard under his trousers. It totally grossed me out and I wanted to get up and run out of that room, but I had endured so much embarrassment to get to this point I did not want to sacrifice the opportunity to get matters sorted.

I gritted my teeth with determination and turned to look at him. Our faces were uncomfortably close.

"Please can I have my photos now, Uncle Jimmy?" I asked demurely.

"Let's talk about the deal first, shall we?"

I was annoyed at his change of topic but was too desperate to discuss the deal to try and argue the point.

"You promised me you would do a deal to let me off the cheerleading. Please, Uncle Jimmy. I hate it. I just hate it. It is humiliating beyond belief."

"Yes. Your loud mouth did get you into a whole heap of trouble."

"I know, and I am sorry. Truly I am. I have learnt my lesson."

"Somehow I have my doubts about that," Uncle Jimmy seemed to doubt my sincerity. "However I am a man of my word, and I did say I would do you a deal."

I suddenly sat bolt upright in anticipation of his offer, but then realised by doing so I had almost thrust my breasts into his face. Mortified I quickly slouched my shoulders again. Uncle Jimmy chuckled at my discomfort.

"What is the deal, Uncle Jimmy?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, as you know we have an away game this weekend. You have to come along and be our cheerleader...."

"But, Uncle Jimmy," I interjected, "I don't want to ever be a cheerleader again."

"Let me finish!" Uncle Jimmy pinched my buttock to reinforce his displeasure at my interruption.

"Ouch."

"As I was saying. You have to be our cheerleader this weekend, however if we win then you are off the hook for the rest of the season."

My heart sank. It didn't seem to be all that attractive to me.

"And if you lose?" I asked tentatively, fearful of what his response will be.

"Jen. You really have no faith in your team, even though your brother and three of your cousins are playing, plus they have a champion coach in me."

I wanted to tell him that was the reason I had little faith in them, but I bit my tongue.

"Please reconsider?" I pleaded.

"Jen. It is a very fair offer. You can't stay here this weekend anyway as your Aunt Shirley is away and Billy and I will be travelling to the game Saturday morning and coming back Sunday."

"We are staying overnight?" I whined.

"It is too far to travel in one day. Now, enough of your grizzling. Do we have a deal or do we not have a deal?"
"Yes," I pouted, realising if I argued the point he was just as likely to withdraw his offer. "Now can I please have my photos back?"

Uncle Jimmy grinned sheepishly. "Well, I have a slight confession to make on that."

"Uncle Jimmy!" I responded sharply.

He continued to grin. "You see, actually, I don't have the photos and have never seen them."

Angrily I jumped up off his lap and glared at him in disbelief. "I don't believe you."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well it is actually true. It was your Aunt Shirley who discovered your photos on your camera and deleted them before anyone else could see them. I saw the shocked look on her face at the time and she told me she had deleted some intimate photos of yours. So you see I was just playing a little joke with you."

"A joke!" I screamed in disbelief. I had degraded myself by sitting naked on his lap and he is claiming he hasn't even seen the photos.

Full of righteous indignation I scooped up my towel and stormed out of the lounge and into the bedroom. However the fact that the bedroom I was using while staying with my Uncle belonged to Stan only served to continue my ridicule. Stan had a couple of enlarged photos of himself hung on his walls and wherever I looked he seemed to be staring at my still naked body. Quickly I dressed myself and it felt good to be fully clothed. It had never felt so good to be wearing underwear again.

As soon as I heard my Uncle Jimmy heading out for a drink with his mates I phoned my boyfriend, Bobby, and got him to come around and pick me up. Initially I had intended to stay in with him but now I just felt I had to get out of that house.

Bobby took me out for a soda and could tell I was uptight over something but I just kept brushing him off. How do you possibly even begin to explain that you had danced naked for your cousin and he fingered your pussy, then to aggravate the situation you sit naked on the lap of your horny Uncle. Whenever I thought of it I blushed and shook my head in disbelief. 'Please God. Let it be a nightmare and I will soon wake up.'

Bobby was frustrated by my lack of communication so it was not the greatest evening and he dropped me back at the house early. I had just eaten the pizza my Aunt Shirley had left out for me when she arrived home from her girls evening. After many minutes of small talk I finally plucked up the courage to ask my Aunt about the photos.

To be honest I thought my Uncle Jimmy was lying through his teeth, and he did in fact have my photos but did not want to give them back to me. I was wrong. Aunt Shirley confirmed she found the photos on the camera she had borrowed from my family and had immediately deleted them. I was both relieved and embarrassed. I apologised to my Aunt, but too my surprise she seemed neither shocked nor angry.

"Don't worry, Jen," she tried to reassure me. "We were all teenagers once, and with that comes a natural curiosity in our own bodies. It is much preferable that you take photos of yourself in the privacy of your own bedroom than go out flaunting yourself to males who have only one thing on their mind."

"Thank you Aunt Shirley." I tried to smile confidently as if I fully agreed with her, but deep down I felt sick knowing how I had behaved in front of her own husband and eldest son.

For the whole of the next week the relationship between myself and Uncle Jimmy was frosty with me trying to avoid him as much as I could. I could not believe how he had conned me into undressing and sitting on his lap. It made me so angry every time I thought about it.

He told me to attend cheerleading practice with Sonja during the week but I flatly refused. When I threatened to make a scene in front of my Aunt he backed off, saying he didn't care if I made a fool of myself in the game against Layola University on Saturday. I tersely told him I would no doubt be making a fool of myself anyway, and one additional practice was not going to make one bit of difference.

By the time it got to Friday night I was a bag of nerves, dreading having to travel away with the team and repeat my cheerleading routine yet again. I twisted and turned all night, and to make matters worse we had to be out of bed by 5.30am to meet the bus taking us to the game in New Orleans.

Still half asleep I scrambled onto the bus with my overnight gear. I had asked Uncle Jimmy to give me my cheerleading uniform but he told me he couldn't trust me with it. He was damn right with that. I would more than likely have thrown it out of the window of the bus. As I walked past Stan he gave me a salacious grin and patted the spare seat beside him. I gave him my killer stare and walked past, but then to my annoyance I realised it was the only spare seat on the bus. My brother, Jethro, was sitting with cousin Dirk. I tapped Jethro on the shoulder and asked whether they would change seats, but they had no interest in sitting beside Stan.

Angrily I made my way back to the spare seat and plonked myself down. I looked away from Stan to try and give him a clear message that I had no interest in communicating with him. For the first part of the journey he took the hint, but then he couldn't resist himself.

"I had a great time last Saturday," he whispered into my ear.

I totally ignored him.

"You looked so damn hot naked."

He actually had the gall to briefly lick my ear.

"Shut the fuck up!" I responded, fighting to keep my voice down so I could not be overheard. "And keep your filthy tongue to yourself."

"I cannot believe how wet you were," he continued undaunted. "I think I can still smell your juices on my finger." Slowly he ran his fingers under his nose.

I couldn't take anymore. I stormed down the aisle of the bus to where Jethro and Dirk were seated. I grabbed Dirk by the shoulder and virtually pulled him out of his seat.

"If you don't change seats with me right now there is going to be a murder on this bus."

Dirk could see I was upset and graciously gave up his seat. At least the rest of the trip to New Orleans was completed in relative peace, especially as a dozed off to sleep.

I awoke to the noise of the basketball team excitedly disembarking from the bus. We were parked outside the hotel we were staying the night after the game. It was only three blocks from the stadium. The plan was to book into our rooms before the game rather than trying to organise it afterwards. Uncle Jimmy was busy distributing the keys, and it became clear there were two people allocated to each room.

"Who am I sharing a room with?" I pointedly asked my Uncle.

He made a show of scanning his list of names. "Well, dang it. Looks like you are sharing a room with me."

My mouth dropped open. "No way."

However before I could protest any further he grabbed my overnight bag along with his and proceeded through the front entrance. I stood my ground but when I looked around I realised I was the only one left standing on the sidewalk and even the bus was pulling away. Groaning with despair I had no choice other than to hastily follow my Uncle through the entrance and up the stairs. I was somewhat relieved when I saw our room did at least have two single beds. Even so I cringed at the thought of having to share a room with my Uncle.

We still had a couple of hours to kill before we needed to walk to the stadium so I decided to freshen up by taking a shower, then doing a little sightseeing of beautiful New Orleans. I ensured I locked the door of the bathroom before stripping off and enjoying a very relaxing shower. However when I went to exit the shower I realised to my horror that the towels were not in the bathroom. It was then I remembered seeing them folded on the end of my bed.

I knocked on the bathroom door and asked Uncle Jimmy to fetch my towel, but after repeated requests I got no response. When I opened the door and took a peek I realised he was on the phone and had his back to me. After debating what to do I decided to make a dash, grab my towel and return to the bathroom, hopefully all before my Uncle turned around.

I should have known better. I had no sooner stepped out of the bathroom when Uncle Jimmy finished his phone call and turned around. I froze like a deer in the headlights, unsure whether to continue or retreat.

"Well. What an unexpected pleasure. My darling little niece has decided she wants to show off her assets to her admiring Uncle."

"I haven't got a towel," I mumbled like an idiot, pointing to where they were folded on the bed.

"Really?" my Uncle raised his eyebrow as if sceptical of my response. All the time his eyes roved over my body.

I could not believe I was just standing there, not even thinking to cover myself up. I was dumbfounded at how all my commonsense and total sanity seemed to go out the window whenever my naked body was on display to others. Was I some sort of perverted exhibitionist, just like Sonja had inferred? Blocking out these thoughts I forced my mind to start functioning rationally again.

Quickly I walked to the bed and picked up a towel and wrapped it around myself. Uncle Jimmy threw the plastic bag containing my cheerleader uniform down on the bed beside where I was standing.

"Here, you might as well put this on now, and then wear your coat over the top. It will save you getting changed at the stadium."

I had to admit it was very tempting as I did not relish the thought of having to get undressed in the opposing cheerleaders' locker room, especially given my experience last time at Nicholls State. Picking up the bag I began to retreat to the bathroom.

"Come on Jen. Don't be an idiot. Haven't I seen you naked enough times in recent days for you to stop being so damn bashful?"

I spun around and stared at him dumbfounded. Only a voyeuristic, perverse male could arrive at that logic. However I was beyond wanting to argue the point with him. All week I had just been telling myself I just needed to get through this weekend somehow and hope by some miracle our team wins its game.

With a show of petulance I flicked the towel onto the floor and emptied the contents of the bag containing the cheerleader uniform on the bed. It seemed even smaller than I remembered. Ignoring my Uncle's blatant staring I pulled on the thong that barely covered my pubes and left my buttocks exposed. I then pulled on the bra-type top and fastened the skirt around my waist.

My Uncle smirked and when I glanced in the mirror I saw why. I had fastened the skirt so far up my waist that the crotch of my thong and the bottom of my buttocks were still exposed. I had to loosen off the skirt and fiddle around with it until I at least looked partially decent.

I wanted to put my coat on right away but Uncle Jimmy insisted I wait until they were ready to leave otherwise I would get too hot. Again I didn't want to argue the point so I wore just my cheerleader uniform for the next hour. It was not as bad as being naked, but it was still embarrassing knowing that each time I bent over slightly my bare buttocks were exposed to my Uncle's eyes. He even had me running chores for him like making coffee or fetching him a soda.

To get the soda I had to go to the vending machine down the hallway. I peeked out the door to ensure no one was around and then walked quickly to fetch the soda. As I bent to pick up the soda from the bottom of the vending machine I heard a door close. I quickly stood bolt upright and turned around to see an elderly couple walking towards me.

"Disgusting little tramp," the woman muttered to her husband as they walked past me. Her husband grunted in agreement, but as he walked past he gave me a sly little wink.

Quickly I scuttled back to the hotel room and gave Uncle Jimmy his soda. I know it was dumb of me to run around after him like some servant girl, but I kept telling myself it was preferable to having a major confrontation with him.

Finally it was time to leave for the stadium so I put on my coat and sneakers and joined all the boys outside for the walk to the stadium. Up until now I had done a good job keeping the nerves at bay, but now the butterflies began to flutter in my stomach.

At the stadium I watched nervously as the teams warmed up and then gaped in awe as the Loyola cheerleaders went through their routines. They were amazing, which made me dread half time even more as that is when I was scheduled to do my cheerleading in front of the loyal band of fans that had travelled to watch our team play.

As the game was about to start I took my position down on the coaches' bench. The first half flew by in a whirl. As usual our team had not played well and were 15 points down at the half time break.

The Assistant Coach prodded me with his elbow. "Come on Princess. You are on. Time to trust your stuff. And don't forget to distract those innocent Loyola boys."

I groaned in anxiety. "I don't want to make a fool of myself again, Coach."

But before he could respond I heard the first few beats blasting out the speakers of Cyndi Lauper and 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'. Desperately I wrenched off my coat and raced across the stadium floor to where our supporters were seated. Like a drunken giraffe I threw myself into my routine but only succeeded in tripping myself up and sprawling on the stadium floor. Briefly I lay there stunned, then pulled myself to my feet and picked up my pom poms. Frantically I tried to get myself back in sync with the song but I couldn't think what I should be doing so I just threw my body around in a series of uncoordinated moves, hoping desperately that no one would notice how bad I was.

It was then that I realised the whole stadium was erupting in a chorus of laughter, whistles and clapping. I thought the noise was in reaction to the Loyola cheerleaders, but as I glanced briefly up at the spectators in the packed stadium I realised all the attention was directed at me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Uncle Jimmy pick up something off the stadium floor and put it in his sweat shirt pocket.

In a moment of sheer horror I realised what it was. I quickly glanced down to confirm my worse fears. When I had tripped myself up and sprawled on the floor I had lost my skirt. It was so skimpy I had not noticed. I was now dancing in front of a few thousand spectators wearing only my thong panties that hid almost nothing. The chorus of approval, no doubt coming mainly from the males in the audience, just kept on coming.

A part of me wanted to shrivel up and die with humiliation. But another part of my psyche willed me to keep dancing. I knew I was being sinful displaying myself in this way but I made myself continue. I noticed the Loyola boys were returning from their locker room so I deliberately danced over towards them. Their mouths dropped open when they noticed the semi-nude cheerleader dancing in front of them.

I have to shamefully admit that I was even brazen enough to bend over at the waist so that my bare buttocks were pointed right at them. I also knew the crotch of my thong was not hiding much else of me.

Cyndi Lauper finally finished pounding out her song and I trotted back to the coaches' bench, the noise of the spectators still ringing out around the stadium and did not die down until I was seated.

As the second half started I slumped forward on the bench, exhausted, embarrassed and exhilarated. Hell, I had so many emotions swirling around I didn't know what I was feeling. When my eyes focused on the crotch of my panties I realised there was another emotion I need to add to that list. I was aroused! There was no mistaking the very distinctive round wet spot. I groaned when I realised my brazen display of bending at the waist in front of the Loyola team would have given them full view of my dampness.

For the rest of the game I sat there in only my thong and bra top. Uncle Jimmy was on the sideline coaching the team and still had my skirt thrust in his pocket. Needless to say I kept my legs firmly clamped together. I wasn't really focusing on the game until I realised the Assistant Coach beside me was getting very animated. I glanced up at the scoreboard and noticed we were only 2 behind. Suddenly I was very interested in the game and began yelling encouragement like I never had before.

Incredibly our team sunk a 3 pointer from well out with less than ten seconds to go to win the match. Forgetting I wasn't wearing a skirt, I jumped up from the bench and danced for joy with the rest of the team. I was finally free of my Uncle's shackles.

When the commotion died down Uncle Jimmy gave me back my skirt and I put it on before we left the stadium. However I walked all the way back to the hotel without putting my coat on. As you could image I got a lot of stares from people passing by which was embarrassing and I knew I was being naughty.

Following quick showers we all went out for a meal together. Incredibly I was quite the little celebrity with the team, and I have to be honest and admit I lapped up the attention. The boys were convinced that my cheerleading routine definitely distracted the opposition and was a key reason for their two narrow wins.

My whole life had been turned on its head in the past weeks since I lost my original bet with Uncle Jimmy and ended up being their cheerleader. I was no longer sure what to make of all the emotional experiences that I was being bombarded with. But at that moment I was enjoying being the centre of attention.

After dinner Uncle Jimmy purchased some beers and we all returned to mine and Uncle Jimmy's hotel room to continue our celebrations. The room was crowded with a dozen boys, Uncle Jimmy and I. Everyone was in high spirits. I even downed a couple of beers which is very unusual for me as I don't normally drink alcohol.

When my cousin, Billy, went into the bathroom to use the toilet he noticed I had rinsed out my cheerleaders uniform and hung it over the towel rail to dry.

When he came out he said it would be a great idea if I put my cheerleaders uniform on again and gave them all a special dance.

"Not damn likely," I quickly retorted. "My cheerleading days are well over."

"Aw come on, Jen. One last time," one of the other boys requested and soon the whole room had joined in expressing the same sentiment.

"No way!" I added.

But as the boys persisted it wore my resistance down. For some dumb reason I wanted to please them even though I knew deep down it was not a smart thing to do and I would surely end up being humiliated.

Despite this, commonsense went out the window and the room erupted in a chorus of cheering as I went into the bathroom to get changed. Nervously I donned the skimpy outfit one last time and exited the bathroom. Conversation ceased and all eyes were on me. Someone had fetched a ghetto blaster and soon the far too familiar voice of Cyndi Lauper pounded out.

Awkwardly I tried to do my dance routine but the room was awfully cramped and I had little room to move around. I felt so self conscious with everyone being so close to me. I was bumping up against people's knees.

"It looks much better without your skirt on," Uncle Jimmy smirked.

All the boys cheered in agreement. Like a fool I just stood there, unsure of how to react. Stan was sitting on one of beds right in front of me.

"Come here," he beckoned me with his finger.

The room went quiet. I hesitated as I knew he was intent on degrading me, but when he continued to beckon me I found myself shuffling over until I was standing in front of him. With no consideration of how I felt Stan just reached out and unfastened my skirt and pulled it away from me.

Brazenly he then spanked my bare buttock. "Now dance."

Someone restarted Cyndi Lauper again. Awkwardly I tried to focus on my dancing again. I felt so demeaned, dancing in only my bra top and thong, in my hotel room, in front of Uncle Jimmy and a room fall of boys that included my own brother.
Somehow I managed to keep going until the song finally faded away. I stood there, breathless, awkward, and unsure what to do. Why was it that when I got in these humiliating situations that I struggled to think with a clear head?

"Get some more beers from the refrigerator for the boys," Uncle Jimmy requested of me.

Almost thankful of something to do I fetched more beers for the boys and handed them around. As I passed the bottles to each of the boys I had to step over legs and bodies. It was almost as if they were making it as awkward as possible for me. A couple of boys even deliberately moved so they rubbed up against my exposed buttocks. By the time I had completed the task I was blushing bright red.

I grabbed myself a beer and went to sit down on a spare corner of my bed but Uncle Jimmy beckoned me over in the same manner as his son had.

"I want you to give the boys a bit more of a treat." He spoke quietly but the room had gone dead quiet again so everyone could overhear what he said.

I frown. "What do you mean?" I asked apprehensively.

Uncle Jimmy's response was to take my bottle of beer from me and hand it to Billy who was seated beside him with a huge grin on his face.

"Put your hands in the air?" Uncle Jimmy requested.

Without thinking why, I lifted my arms above my head. Before I could even think of reacting Uncle Jimmy gripped hold of the bra top of the cheerleader's uniform and removed it straight over my head.

Like an idiot I just stood there dumbfounded, my arms raised above my head and my breasts fully exposed. It was not until the room erupted into cheers that I was spurned to action, letting out a scream, lowering my arms and covering my breasts.

Cyndi Lauper again starting to blast out of the ghetto blaster. I just stood there, unable to move.

"Dance, dance, dance!" the boys began chanting.

I was mortified. I looked over at my brother, Jethro, thinking he would be horrified at what was happening to his little sister. To my utter shock he was chanting along with the other boys.

I knew the commonsense thing to do would be to retreat to the safety of the bathroom and change back into the dress I had been wearing before I stupidly changed into the cheerleader uniform. But the boys kept chanting, and Cyndi Lauper was telling me that girls just wanna do it. Somehow I don't think she was meaning that girls just wanna dance almost naked in a room full of boys plus one lecherous Uncle. But that is what I did!

Slowly lowering my hands I let my full breasts bounce free. To my dismay my nipples were as hard as diamonds. Forcing myself to ignore the total humiliation I began to strut my stuff again. The boys cheered loudly as my breasts cascaded up and down to the rhythm of my movement. I was so embarrassed I had my eyes closed, which was a bad mistake as I tripped over someone's feet and sprawled straight over Billy's lap. He roared with laughter and clearly thought all his birthday's had come at once. I desperately tried to stand up but he held me there and spanked my bottom hard half a dozen times before letting me up.

Shocked I rubbed my buttocks. I could not believe he had the gall to do that to me. But I should not have been surprised. He is after all the son of my Uncle Jimmy.

Cyndi Lauper was still playing so I continued dancing again, but this time I forced myself to keep my eyes open. After what seemed an eternity the dreaded song finally finished. I quickly scooped up my bra top and skirt and clasping them in front of my breasts I turned towards the bathroom. However I had only taken one step when Uncle Jimmy extended his leg out straight, halting my progress.

"Where are you disappearing to, Jen?" my Uncle enquired.

I turned to look at him. "I am done," I responded breathlessly. "Don't you think I have been humiliated enough?"

"There is one more task left, my darling niece, then you are home free. Your cheerleader days are all done."

"I am not dancing naked!" I quickly snapped back.

"No. You won't be dancing, as entertaining as it is."

There were groans of disapproval from the room full of boys. Relief briefly flooded over me, but I was rightfully suspicious of my Uncle Jimmy.

Uncle Jimmy reached up and tried to take my bra top and skirt from me. I resisted but with a swift jerk he prised them free. I kept my arms in front of my breasts.

"Put your arms down by your side," Uncle Jimmy requested.

I didn't move but when he asked a second time I slowly let my arms fall to my side. My erect nipples sprung forward.

Uncle Jimmy then reached out and gripped the waistband of my thong panties. I immediately reacted by grabbing hold of the waistband myself.

"What are you doing?' I asked indignantly. "You said I would not have to be naked."

"No, Jen," my Uncle corrected me. "I said you would not have to dance naked. I didn't say you would not have to be naked."

There were murmurings of approval from the boys. I am sure this was exceeding even their wildest wet dreams.

"Now let go of your panties," Uncle Jimmy demanded.

"I don't want to be naked," I pouted.

"Let go of your panties," Uncle Jimmy insisted, undeterred by my comment.

"No!" I resisted stubbornly.

"Jen! Remove your hands now and put them by your side."

The room was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. I glanced around the room at the expectant faces of all the boys. I felt so utterly humiliated to have all eyes riveted on me.

With a sigh of resignation I forced my fingers to ungrip my panty waistband, but my hands still rested on the side of my panties so I could quickly grab them again.

"Down by your side, Jen," my Uncle insisted.

With my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought I would faint, I slowly lowered my hands so they rested by my side.

"Good girl," Uncle Jimmy smiled.

With excruciating slowness he began to lower my panties, ensuring I was feeling every single moment of humiliation. As he lowered them over my hips my pubic hair sprung into view. The boys that were in front of me groaned with pleasure. A couple of them even readjusted their legs in an obvious sign their penises were erect and uncomfortable. I am sure I have never blushed so much in my life.

My panties continued their slow descent down my thighs then over my calves until they fell to my ankles. Uncle Jimmy tapped my leg to indicate to me to lift it so he could remove them totally. Once free he lifted the panties up and held them in front of him.

"Tut, tut," he clicked his tongue. "Who has been a naughty girl?"

He held the panties higher where everyone could see them and then stretched the crotch wide. I huge wet spot was clearly evident. I hung my head in shame. The boys murmured excitedly amongst themselves. I am sure they were awestruck by my shameful behaviour.

"Right, Jen. One last task to keep the boys happy."

I could not bring myself to look at my Uncle and continued to stare at my feet.

"I want you to go around to every boy in the room, get over their lap, and allow them to spank you. And make sure you keep your legs open so they can get a good look at that pretty pussy of yours. From the amount of juices in your panties I am sure your lips will be like a Southern rose in full bloom."

Uncle Jimmy's request was met with wild cheers of approval. Several boys excitedly requested to be first.

I was sure I was going to die with humiliation. The worse part was that I knew Uncle Jimmy's last comment was true. For some totally perverse reason that I could not even begin to understand I was so aroused I could actually feel some of my juices beginning to trickle down my inner thigh. And even worse every boy in the room would see it when I bent over their lap.

I was so overcome with emotion I couldn't move, but then I felt someone prodding me forward and the next second a hand was reaching up and pulling me down onto their lap. I flopped over helplessly. I yelped, more in surprise than pain, as a series of spanks rained down on my helpless buttocks.

Before I knew it I was rolled off one lap and onto the next.

"I hope you have got those legs open, Jen," asked Uncle Jimmy.

They weren't so I forced my legs apart.

"Oh my god. Look at all her sticky juices," the boy exclaimed excitedly.

All the boys scrambled over each other to take a look.

"Fuck me! That is unbelievable," one of them exclaimed.

From then on every boy made a big deal of ensuring I had my legs open when I draped my naked body over their lap. Several brazenly ran their fingers through my juices, even brushing against my swollen labia which sent jolts of electricity through my body.

I felt even worse when I had to drape over the knee of my cousin, Dirk. I had hoped he would wave me by, but his strong hand pulled me down over his lap and he even ensured I had my legs open.

When he finally let me up I realised I was staring at my brother, Jethro, who was positioned next. I pleaded with my eyes for him not to make his own sister endure the humiliation of being naked over her brother's lap. Jethro hesitated in a moment of indecision, but the other boys egged him on. Jethro then grabbed me aggressively and pulled me over his lap. The spanking he administered was worse than any of the other boys and when he finally let me go I had a tear rolling down my cheek.

The final boy was Stan, who was seated beside his Dad. He gave me a wicked sneer that was so reminiscent of Uncle Jimmy that it made me shudder. Stan patted his knee and I helplessly draped myself over his lap.

"Open wider, little cousin," Stan requested.

I opened my legs wider.

"Wider," he persisted.

I obeyed, despite the immense humiliation. My legs were now at least three feet apart. Stan then took his time spanking me, alternating between each of my now tender buttocks. I thought he was finally finished when I felt his hand rest on my inner thigh, then slowly move upwards towards my vagina.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I am going to finish off what I started last weekend."

"Please don't!" I quietly pleaded.

Stan ignored my plea and his fingers brushed against my sensitive labia. I bit my lip to stifle a gasp. I could hear all the other boys moving closer to get a better view. They could sense something intense was going to happen. Desperately I tried to close my legs but Stan forced me to open them wide again. His thumb then slowly encircled my clit. I had never been touched like that before in my life and the pleasurable sensation totally took my breath away. I began gasping.

At that point Stan slid at least three fingers into my well lubricated vagina and it felt as if I had been swept away by a tidal wave of pure pleasure. I could hear myself screaming as I arched my back and experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my 18 years.

I was vaguely aware of sliding off Stan's lap and a couple of people helping me onto my bed. When I opened my eyes awhile later the room was empty apart from my Uncle Jimmy. I was still lying there naked. No one had made any attempt to cover me.

Uncle Jimmy looked over at me, grinning. "You sure you want to give up your cheerleading?"

"I might reconsider," I responded drowsily.

THE END