Alan woke on Friday morning feeling uncertain. He didn't know whether to expect the "new" Mom or the "old" one, and the return of Ron loomed ever nearer. To be safe, he masturbated twice in his room when he awoke, so he'd at least start on his daily climb toward six times.
As it was, Susan was definitely in a prudish and conservative mood, so Alan was careful to be on his best behavior. He didn't say or do anything that could be construed as even slightly sexually provocative.
But that same morning, Katherine soon found herself with a very big problem. She had continued to go without bras and panties, dressing as scantily as Susan would allow. She was having so much fun with Alan that she didn't want it to end. She had put on her cheerleader uniform because there was a football game that afternoon, and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms all day long on game days to help build school spirit.
At breakfast, she had flashed her pussy at her brother, so it was bare under her very short, red cheerleader skirt. The danger of getting caught by her newly stern mother who was cooking breakfast was great, but that just added to the challenge and the excitement. She did manage to catch Alan's eye with her stunt, and succeeded in getting some reaction out of him, despite his glum face.
But the underwear cabinet next to the front door was now gone in anticipation of their father coming home, so when she left she forgot to wear her panties.
It wasn't until she was about to enter the school building for her first class when she felt a breeze between her legs and realized, Oh God! I don't have any panties on under my cheerleader skirt!
She immediately snapped her legs shut, wondering in fear if anyone had noticed. She looked around and decided that no one had, as she'd just stepped out of her mother's car a few minutes earlier. She decided she had no choice but to go to her first class, and meanwhile try to figure out what to do.
She remained hyper-aware of her condition, keeping her legs tightly closed until the class ended. Then she hurried through the halls in search of Alan.
She figured, Brother's the only one I can tell this problem to. And he HAS to find a solution, because I can't think of anything. What am I supposed to do - just ask a friend if I can wear her panties? No way, and no one would agree to that anyway!
She found Alan near the end of the break period. They quickly made plans to meet again in a quiet place after the end of the next class.
An hour later, she immediately ran up to him and said, "Brother, I've got a big problem! I forgot to wear panties today. And I have cheerleader practice for my last class today, and then we go cheer for our football game after school! What am I going to do?"
"Why did you forget something like that?" he asked.
"Never mind about that. There's no time!"
They quickly ruled out possibilities. The school had fences all around it, and no one was allowed to leave the school grounds at lunchtime. Even if one could escape, there was nowhere nearby to buy a pair of panties, as the school was in the middle of a residential area. Their talk had shifted to finding some way for her to fake being sick and leave school early, when they ran out of time. They both hurried back to their classes.
They resumed their discussion at the next break between classes.
Alan immediately said, "I've been thinking, and I have a crazy idea that just might allow you to attend the game. But it's really crazy. I'm sure you'll say no."
"What is it? I'm ready for anything."
"This sounds weird, but what if we painted a pair of panties on you? All the cheerleaders wear black undies. I swiped some brushes and quick-drying black paint from art class, so I could paint you during lunch if you want."
Katherine thought about it. She wasn't big on the idea, but it sounded like something really kinky that she could do with him. Brother would have to get really up close and personal with my naked pussy to do the painting, hee-hee. But what if I get caught? I'll be made a laughingstock!
"What about, you know, my hair down there?" she asked.
"Luckily, your hair is almost black, and the cheerleader underwear is black. And you keep it closely trimmed. That's why I was thinking it just might work. If worse comes to worst, we could shave that off. But you never know. I wouldn't worry about the game, 'cos you'll be at least fifty feet from the stands, and more like a hundred feet from where most people sit. It's the practice in your last class that you should worry about, particularly during your high kicks."
She couldn't resist a tease. She leaned against him and asked: "How do you know my hair down there is almost black? Have you been peeking?"
"It's pretty much the same color as the dark brown hair on your head, silly."
She teased some more, "Then how do you know that I keep it closely trimmed? It sounds like you're intimately familiar with the appearance of my pussy."
He tried his best to remain businesslike and ignore the teasing. "You've been flashing it enough lately! Anyway, if we do this, I'm going to have to get a lot more familiar with it, if I'm going to paint you. We have to be quick: do you want me to paint you or not?"
She quickly considered the plusses and minuses. Finally she said, "This could be the biggest mistake of my life, but I'll do it. Anything for you, Big Brother!"
"For me?" he asked quizzically. "I'm doing this to help YOU. In any case, meet me at the start of lunch in the north end of the hallway, upstairs. There's a supply closet we can use there. But hurry. We'll have to use every minute of lunch, and there'll be no time to eat, I'm afraid. If it doesn't work, or if someone starts to suspect, I'll just announce that you're sick, and help you get back home."
He ran to his next class, which was Ms. Rhymer's. Alan again gave her the impression of being distracted, but for once it wasn't because of sex - he was thinking about the logistics of the paint job and the odds of her going undetected.
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Back at home, Susan started her daily task of looking for and collecting dirty laundry in her kids' bedrooms. Once she entered Alan's bedroom, she couldn't resist when she found the towel Alan had used to masturbate into that very morning, barely half an hour earlier. To her great delight, she discovered that the sperm was still a bit wet due to how the towel had been folded. Her resolve crumbled; she played with it with her fingers before sniffing and then tasting it.
What am I doing? This is so wrong, yet so delicious. Why can't I stop myself? I need to get a grip. Ron will be home soon. What would he think if he caught me doing this? I just can't allow this to go on.
With this new resolve, she quickly licked her fingers clean, then sucked some more out of the towel as a parting gift to herself. After changing the sheets and collecting the remainder of Alan's laundry, she moved on to Katherine's room, where she found that Katherine had already changed the sheets on her bed.
She sighed to herself and took everything to the laundry room. It seems I can't escape evidence on my son's virility. Even when he's not home, he leaves these spermy "gifts" that drive me crazy! I have to be on my best behavior, because Ron's in town. But what'll happen when he leaves?!
Again, she inhaled quickly the aroma of Alan's towel before putting it in the washer and heading upstairs for another "breast exam."
