Jenny had just turned nineteen. She wasn't a big sports fan, but her cousins Aleesha and Sarah were. They had been playing basketball since they were kids. Now they had begun to try professional.
They were currently creating their own team, along with three other friends; Tabitha, Veronica and Brandy. They'd asked Jenny to be their cheerleader, to help them stay focused on games. The only problem was, Aleesha and Sarah's dad was the coach.
Uncle Pete was a creepy man. He had a stocky muscular build with jet black hair. It always looked greasy. He was always making deals with everyone and when it backfired, he was never to blame for anyone's lost money.
He'd become the family outcast, never coming to any kind of family functions. Jenny was glad, he always gave her the feeling that he was watching her. She wasn't sure she'd want to be around him for games and practices, but her cousins had begged her.
The first practice, Uncle Pete had all the girls including Jenny run laps. When they were finished, he got the other girls doing ball drills.
While the other girls were busy, he approached Jenny. She had been stretching out after the run. Sweat was beaded on her skin and her face was flush.
"You look like you could use some extra practice. Why don't you stay after and I'll work with you."
Even though he seemed creepier hovered over her asking her to stay late, Jenny agreed. She could use the extra help. She didn't want to look bad in front of the other girls.
When practice cleared an hour later, Jenny lagged behind the other girls. The court they used to practice was fairly private. It was behind some row houses over the hill. It was hardly used, that's why they were able to use it so often.
Uncle Pete waddled over to her. He was grinning wide and staring at her. She got goosebumps, her arms covered in bumps immediately.
"First things first, we need to work on your split. Go ahead and show me yours."
She straddled into a split, spreading her legs as low to the ground as she could. He knelt behind her, his warm breath on her neck. Gripping her legs, he ran a hand up each thigh. His fingers brushed against her panties.
Before she could protest, he gripped her legs and pushed her lower to the ground. She was now touching the ground entirely.
He held his hands on her thighs, gently rubbing up them.
Then she heard Aleesha, "Daddy, we're done now. Let's go!"
He released Jenny and said, "See you tomorrow, we'll work on this more then."
As she watched him walk away, Jenny was shocked. Had her uncle just touched her? What did he mean by it?
By the next afternoon, she had made herself believe it had just been an accident. He'd been showing her a move and bumped into her. His hands lingering on her thighs had to have been her imagination.
As everyone arrived at practice, she began warming up with toe touches and stretches. She was bent over, her round ass in the air when Uncle Pete emerged from the bath house they used to change.
He slapped her ass on the way by. She jumped, but when he did the same thing to Sarah, she relaxed some. He was just trying to be playful.
After another grueling practice, he asked Jenny to stay behind. He told her she needed to work on her flexibility. Showing her a few stretches, his hands again lingered. This time on her hips.
As he stood behind her, breathing on her neck. His hands gripped her waist. His body pressed against hers, she could feel his cock against her ass. Before she could move, her cousins emerged from the bath house.
Uncle Pete had just enough time to slip away from her before they looked up. Jenny hurried off to the bath house to freshen up, she didn't want to be around anyone.
On her walk home, she considered quitting as cheerleader. She wasn't interested in doing this anymore. She was too creeped out by Uncle Pete's behavior.
At the next practice, two days later, she felt a little better. She figured she'd refuse any after practice help and he'd leave her alone.
He'd given them a grueling workout today. Laps, drills, stretches. She'd done everything the other girls did, she wanted to keep in shape.
When she headed to the bath house with everyone else, he'd called her back. She walked slowly, not wanting to give him time for anything.
"I got you a little gift today," he grinned at her.
He handed her a gift bag, that said Sweet Taste on the side. When she opened the bag, her new cheerleader outfit was inside. Boy was he right, it was a little gift.
Holding up the tiny red skirt and mini tank, she wondered how she'd fit it. She wasn't huge, a tiny size five. Her breasts however were her biggest and best asset.
"Try it on and let me see how it fits."
Jenny was relieved to see the other girls leaving the bath house. She crumpled the uniform back up and shoved it into the bag.
Later in her room, she pulled the outfit out again. She spread it out on the bed, wondering how she was going to fit it. Her cell phone buzzed on the stand.
She picked it up and opened it, the message read: It's your favorite uncle. Have you tried on your gift yet? I want to see you in it, gotta make sure it's appropriate for the game tomorrow. Send me a photo...
She snapped her phone shut. She had to try it on, so she might as well get it over right? She peeled off her shirt and bra. The tiny red top covered her breasts, but nothing else. Her entire stomach down to the top of her pants was bare.
Slipping her jeans and panties off, she realized how tiny she looked in the outfit. She just might like it after all. Stepping into the skirt, she pulled it up to her hips. It fell just over her ass cheeks.
Rechecking the bag, she saw there was no panties for underneath. She'd have to pick some up. picking up her cell phone, she snapped a photo of herself. First the front then the back.
She attached them to a message and sent them to Uncle Pete along with a note: It looks good I think. Kinda small though, also need panties for underneath. Do you think it's appropriate?
He replied quickly: Looks great, can't wait to see it in person. Will get the panties tomorrow. Must have forgot. What did you wear with them now?
She didn't reply. She didn't want him to know she was naked under her skirt in the photos. After no response, he sent one last text: I take it you must be naked under there.
She just snapped her phone closed and ignored his texts.
The following day, Uncle Pete pressed a red cloth into her hand. When she opened it while changing, she saw it was panties. Thong panties.
After changing, the entire squad climbed into the team van. Aleesha was driving, with Sarah next to her in the passenger side. The other girls were in the back seat. That left Jenny with Uncle Pete in the middle seat.
At first he didn't seem to notice her, until the conversation dulled and the other girls began to do their own thing. He then rested his hand on her thigh, under her skirt.
No one made a move. No one even glanced up. Jenny sat in silence. She was afraid to move, nervous to leave his hand there.
When they arrived at the game, the other girls hurried inside to practice while Jenny helped unload the drinks and equipment. Uncle Pete brushed against her with every move he made. She wasn't sure what to do.
After winning the game, all the girls were exhausted. Uncle Pete took them to a buffet for dinner. While the other girls were getting seconds, he leaned in close to her.
"You looked great in your outfit today." When he moved away, his finger tips brushed her nipple. It hardened.
She quickly covered herself before the other girls returned. On the way home, he resumed his hand on her leg. She was nervous and unsure of what to do.
Once everyone said their goodbyes and headed off to their cars, she went into the bath house. Planning to shower and change out of her uniform.
Lathering herself up in the shower she thought about the day. she cupped each breast, soaping them up. As she ran her hands down her body, she thought of her uncle's touch on her nipple.
She'd gotten turned on by it, even though he was creepy. She wasn't sure how to avoid him any longer. He was trying to touch her every chance he got.
As she stepped out of the shower, she looked up to see Uncle Pete standing in the doorway. His pants were at his ankles and his hand was around his hard cock.
