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 ï>¿Cheerleader Coach by Stepdad

   Chapter 1: Introductions

   My name is Gregory Thomas.  I am 29 years old and am self-employed as an
electronics design engineer working out of my home in an upscale
neighborhood on the outskirts of Houston, Texas.  I do design consultation
work for both oilfield and defense contractors.  Business is quite good and
I am able to enjoy a rather well-to-do lifestyle. I married the girl of my
dreams, my soul mate, when I was about 24.  Her name was Christine and I
think she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.  It was literally
love at first sight the day I met her at an instrumentation symposium in
Dallas.  She had been married before and her husband was in the Navy.  He
was killed in action in the Middle East after they had been married only a
short time.  They had only one child, a girl named Kimberly.  Everybody
called her Kim and she was a definite cutie even as a small child.  So when
Christine and I married after a whirlwind courtship I not only got a wife
but I also inherited a daughter.  Let me tell you, I was totally unprepared
to be involved in bringing up a girl.  Fortunately Christine seemed to fit
well in the role of a mother. As Kim grew up I was fascinated with watching
her and she seemed to be interested in what I did for a living.  Being
exposed to my work in the house gave her an up close and personal view of
the field of science and electronics.  I almost constantly had her right at
my elbow watching me like a hawk as I did my design work.  Whenever I got
the chance I would explain what I was doing and why I did it.  She paid
rapt attention to my every word and seemed to understand every concept. 
When she got a little older I would take her with me to visit the job sites
where the equipment I designed was being installed and tested.  She was
quite popular with the other workers at the site since her interest in what
they were doing was genuine.  Kim had a knack of asking the most relevant
questions and would get into some very technical discussions that amazed
these technicians and even stumped some of them.  Kim's brain was a virtual
sponge absorbing knowledge at an alarming rate.  Needless to say, the kid
was smart.  It was hard to believe that she was only 12 years old at that
time.  A couple of my customers even offered to hire her on the spot at
darned near what I was making. My wife was employed by the local school
district as a science teacher and cheerleading coach.  This involved quite
a bit of after school cheer practice sessions so she would often arrive
home just before supper time.  When she got old enough, our daughter got on
the JV cheerleading squad which thrilled Christine to no end.  Many nights
it became my responsibility to cook something for supper.  I became pretty
good at making a variety of healthy meals that my two girls liked a lot. 
When they arrived home they could easily tell that I was cooking something
since the smoke alarm was going off.  I became the brunt of jokes by both
of them about my using the smoke alarm to announce that supper was just
about ready.

   Chapter 2: Tragedy strikes

   We had a good life filled with love for each other until one day, as my
wife and daughter were headed home on Loop 610, a tractor trailer plowed
into my wifes car flipping it over instantly killing my wife and putting my
daughter in the hospital for several weeks.  The trucking company paid all
the hospital bills but my precious angel was in for a long recovery period.
I put all of my work on hold so I could look after my daughter in the
hospital and then at home.  We both missed her mother very much and we
spent many tearful evenings comforting each other.  Kim was not able to go
right back to school so I arranged with the school to home school her in
her subjects.  I could afford to do this since the trucking company came
through with a sizeable settlement to not have to go to court in a wrongful
death lawsuit and suffer the bad publicity.  As a result of all the time we
spent together Kim and I grew much closer and developed a bond paralleled
by none.  We would do everything she was able to do together even including
bodily hygiene. It started out that I would give her sponge baths while she
was bed ridden.  As she got more mobile I would lift her into the tub for a
bath.  A nice hot soak did wonders for healing her injuries.  Once she was
able to stand for short times I would take her into the shower and wash her
from top to bottom.  This process involved my undressing her and redressing
her each time.  Of course being a shower it was necessary that I also be
naked.  It was a little awkward at first since neither of us were used to
nudity in the presence of the other but there are times when some things
just need to be done.  Seeing her naked and developing body has its
predictable effect on me so I would occasionally develop an erection in her
presence.  I explained to her that it was only natural and that I had no
control over when it happened.  I lied to her telling her that I was her
father and was not sexually attracted to her.  I think at first she bought
that premise but over time she started to have her doubts.  I guess part of
the problem was that she was also getting stimulated which I could detect
by her stiffened nipples and heavy breathing.  I did what I could to ignore
these signs but discipline only goes so far. After spending the summer with
therapy and exercise Kim was getting back to her old self physically to the
point that she would be able to go back to school in the fall.  She was
getting excited to see all her friends in school and get back into
cheerleading.  When I called the school to update them on Kim's progress in
her schoolwork I was informed that there would not be a cheerleading
program this fall since none of the teachers would be able to coach the
squad and they could not budget hiring a coach for the squad.  When I told
Kim the bad news she was devastated.  She had so enjoyed the program and
wasn't interested in joining some Pop Warner team.

   Chapter 3: Greg's Surprise

   Hearing the bad news Kim decided to do something about it.  Unbeknownst
to me she got busy on the phone calling the principal of the school and
asking if the squad coach had to be female and would a male volunteer work.
She was informed that there was no rule in that area and that if she or the
other girls could come up with someone the school would work with them so
that the squad would live again.  She also called the other members of the
squad to talk it over with them and their parents.  She was one busy little
beaver and I had no idea this all was going on. Later that day she asked me
if she could invite her cheer squad over for some bar-b-cue.  Knowing how
she was depressed with the loss of the team I told her it would be fine. 
She told me that she had already called all the girls and they would be
here about six o'clock so we better get busy.  That meant we had to hustle
off to the store and grab some meat and fixings for her get together.  At
quarter to six Kim came out to the patio to see how I was doing.  I turned
around to answer her and was shocked to see her all dressed up in her
cheerleader uniform.  My heart jumped up into my throat at the beautiful
sight before me.  This little?  Girl of mine has matured into a downright
gorgeous sight to behold.  Everything about her was absolutely perfect
beyond compare.  Once I got my jaw off the floor and my breathing back
under control I asked her why the getup. Before she could answer me the
doorbell rang and she dashed off to let her squad mates in the door.  If I
thought the view of Kim was spectacular try to visualize seven more
uniformed girl cheerlraders bouncing into my house and surrounding me on
the patio.  I was about to wear out my neck joints swinging my head back
and forth looking at a veritable sea of beauty.  Kim told the girls that it
is time so they all trudged out to the lawn and lined up in front of me. 
They called off their names one by one ending with them all shouting in
unison "Hi Mister Thomas.  This is for you." They then launched into one of
the sexiest routines I had ever seen.  And let me tell you I have seen the
Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders perform and these girls were just as good if not
better.  At the end of their routine one by one they came up and placed a
kiss on my cheek.  All except Kim who put her kiss squarely on my lips
complete with some tongue action.  Gosh I wondered; where did she learn
that.  I gave the girls a round of applause complete with cheers and
whistles.  They simply thanked me and did a simultaneous curtsey.  The only
thing I was able to think to say was "Let's eat." These girls must have
worked up quite an appetite because the bar-b-cue and salads were gone in a
flash.  Once they were finished eating they ganged up and cleaned up our
mess and had the place spotless before I could even catch my breath.  Then
Kim approached me with a very serious expression on her face and said "Dad
would you please come into the living room with us?  We have something to
ask you." As I was passing through the kitchen I noticed that one of the
girls had made coffee and handed me a cup fixed just the way I like it.  I
was then starting to get worried.  What were these girls up to.  They
evidently wanted something and with all this effort it had to be something
big.  We all filed into the living room where Kim directed me into my
favorite recliner. The girls formed a big semi-circle around me and Kim
started out.  "Dad, as you know, the cheerleading program has been canceled
because they could not find a coach.  We all love the program and are
willing to do whatever it takes to get it going again so here's our idea.
We want you to coach the squad for us.  What do you say?" I was
dumbfounded. It has never been done before to have a man as coach for girl
cheerleaders.  I was sure there must be a rule against a man coaching these
girls.  I then said "Girls I am honored that you would want me but I'm sure
the school would never go along with it." Kim spoke up saying "I already
talked with the principal and he said it can be done." I then asked "Kim,
evidently you have checked into this beforehand but girls, what do your
parents, especially your moms, think about a man coaching your squad?" Kim
just pointed to each girl in turn and they responded "Yes; splendid; great;
ok; awesome; magnificent; go for it." I then asked "Doesn't your coach have
to be a teacher or other school employee?" Kim calmly replied "That's true
and our principal said he would hire you for a dollar a year to coach the
squad.  Any other questions?" I said "Just one" pause "when do I start?"
Kim reached in her pocket ahd handed me a check from the school for one
dollar and cutely said "You've already started so we want you to see
another routine I think you'll like." They then lined up in a straight line
and all recited together:

   "Roses are red, Violets are blue. This special cheer Greg, Is just for
you."

   With bumps slaps and shouts they went through a routine even better than
the one they did outside.  The biggest difference was when they got to the
end they all spun around so their skirts lifted to where I expected to see
eight pairs of short-shorts what was showing were eight bare butts and bald
pussies in all their glory.  They then faced away from me and bending over
they flipped their skirts up flashing me with their prettiest side. 
Finally, one-by-one they came up to me and threw their arms around my neck
and planting a very passionate kiss on my lips.  Yeah, you guessed it; each
kiss was accompanied with a little moan and a probing of their tongue. 
Sheeze, these girls are going to drive me into an early grave but what a
lovely way to die.