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My Private Camwhore
by AnonyMPC (anonympcstories@gmail.com)
***
Sixteen-year-old Andrew finds his 12-year old sister
showing her bra on a webcam chat site. He decides to
anonymously blackmail her to scare her off that path,
only to fall victim to his own lust as he realizes he
can get her to do anything he wants on camera... and
some off camera too. As Andrew walks this path he finds
himself torn between lust and guilt and something he
never expected... growing feelings of romantic love for
his little sister. (M-teen/g, reluc, ped, inc, voy/exh,
1st, mast, oral, blkmail)
***
-= Chapter 1 =-
I never intended to become a blackmailer. I was only
trying to protect my sister at first. I always thought
of myself as a good person. But I couldn't resist
temptation when it came down to it.
It happened at kind of a lonely time in my life. I never
had many friends at school, and lately my best friend
Kirk had been blowing me off with stupid excuses about
stuff he had to do, so I was feeling down and spent most
evenings at home.
Almost every day I would lock myself in my room and go
on the Internet. There, I could get on camwhore sites
and look at girls my age and talk to them without them
having to see me, which always made me nervous. It got
to be addictive. You never know what you'll see there.
At least once a week, and sometimes once a day, I would
see some hot girl's boobs. If I was lucky, I'd see vag
or one of the girls would be convinced to bate on cam.
These days were epic, and I fapped along.
I felt a little bad for those girls. Many of them ended
up getting recorded, and the videos spread all over the
place. Some were even blackmailed into doing more than
they wanted. I didn't like that part of it, but I wanted
to see boobies and so became one of the faceless crowd
of people in those rooms asking for them to show us
tummy or bra in hopes of more.
That all changed in a heartbeat. I always kept a watch
out for the new users, since they were the ones most
likely to be talked into something. I checked out a new
user's room several times an hour. One time, I entered a
room and was rewarded with the image of a girl's flat
tummy. That was always a good sign, and my dick started
to harden in anticipation. Then, as I looked closer, I
realized I recognized the room. When she stopped showing
her tummy and sat back down in front of the computer, my
suspicions were confirmed. It was my sister. She was
only down the hall from me, in her room, and I was
watching her on webcam.
My sister Erin is only twelve, three years younger than
me. She's got long dark brown hair and is super cute,
with a cute kind of crooked smile and a bubbly look, and
faint freckles that you can only see when you get close.
When she laughs she reminds me of one of those cartoon
faeries, except with tiny braces. She usually dressed a
little boyishly, preferring jeans over skirts and not
yet into makeup, and her hair often looked a little bit
messy. Erin was also a cool kid, by my judgment. She was
sweet and really smart for her age, and into a lot of
the same geeky stuff as I was. Sure she bugged me a lot,
too, but I loved her, and would do anything for her. Our
dad died when we were young so I was more protective of
her than most older brothers.
And I'd just been hard at seeing her flashing her tummy.
The other people in the chat room were asking to see it
again, and some were asking her to flash bra or panties.
I sat there, dumbfounded, and watched as she flashed her
tummy again. Then, with an embarrassed smile, she
answered the demands of those in the chat room and
pulled her shirt up higher, over her training bra.
I knew what would happen if I didn't act. She was like a
lot of girls, in love with the sudden attention she was
getting and willing to go a little farther each time. It
was trouble. I had to put a stop to it. You might be
willing to let that happen to some stranger, but if you
see trouble coming at your sister, you do whatever it
takes to protect her. So I did the first thing I could
think of... I messaged her, a private message. "I know
who you are," I typed, and then added her name. "Unless
you want everyone you know to know what you've done,
you'll do as I say."
My heart broke a little as I saw her panicked expression
while she read my message. But it was all I could think
of... put a scare in her big enough that would convince
her never to try something like this again. I told her
to make the room private and kick everybody but me out.
It took a few minutes, but she did. I was alone with her
in the chat room, just like I was in the house.
She asked who I was. "I'm not going to tell you," I
typed. "But I know who you are." I didn't know what to
type next. I just knew I had to make it look good so
she'd be scared enough. "Do what I say or it'll be big
trouble for you. From now on you're not going to be
going on webcam with anybody else." Neither of us typed
with proper capitalizations or grammar, but that was the
essence of what was said.
"What do you want me to show you?" she asked.
That did it. I realized I could get her to show me
something she hadn't showed yet. My penis jumped up and
saluted that idea. I told myself that if I got her
actually doing something, she'd be even more scared and
not want to try something like this again. "Show me your
bare bum," I typed, telling myself that was innocent.
I'd seen that before years ago when she was getting
spanked for being bratty. Brothers saw that all the
time.
On the screen, she pulled down her pants and I saw her
little panties with monkeys on them. Her perfect little
butt turned towards me and she peeled them down,
revealing her bare ass. It was so cute. And looked so
hot. I rubbed myself through my pants, ashamed of myself
but unable to stop. What I was doing hit home suddenly
and I freaked out. "Okay, that's enough," I typed.
"It is?" she responded, looking dubious.
"For now. But if I find out you've been showing yourself
on camera to anybody else, I'll be very mad." I was
going to leave it there, I swear... but then fear crept
into me. She could report me to the site's admin, or our
parents, and if an investigation were launched, it might
lead back to me. So I had to scare her even more. "Get
on this time tomorrow and invite only me." That would
give me time to think. "And remember, I know who you are
but you don't know who I am. I'll be watching. If I find
out you've told anybody about this, or gone to the
police, I can hurt you and your family before they could
find me." I told her she could go, and she logged off.
I realized that I had saved a capture of our video chat.
I didn't even remember starting it. But I saved it
anyway, and watched it again, fapping to my sister for
the first time, and coming up with a plan.
That night at dinner after Mom came home I noticed Erin
looked glum, like she was crying, and I felt like a
piece of dirt. Dinner was uncharacteristically quiet,
and Mom asked if anything was wrong, but to my relief,
Erin just shook her head and said she had a lot of
homework.
I couldn't get the image of my sister's little butt out
of my mind. It was so wrong, but it made my heart
flutter thinking about it. I knew I had to do three
things the next day. I had to make sure I could keep an
eye on the situation. I had to try to ease some of her
fears while keeping her too scared to tell anybody. And
I had to see more. It was difficult, but I had an idea.
I came home from school at lunch instead of staying at
school like usual, and snuck into my sister's room,
putting a program on her computer that I'd found the
night before. I knew her passwords so it was easy to
break in and give me the administrator access I needed.
The program was a special type of spyware. I could watch
her webcam at any time, even if she didn't want me to,
and without the camera light turning on. It also let me
monitor her IMs and almost anything else I wanted. It
was hidden carefully in a subfolder of one of her games.
I went back to school, proud of myself, at least
technically speaking.
When the appointed time came, I was sitting in my room,
pants unzipped so my cock could be easily freed. She
showed up only a few minutes late and I started a
private chat. "What do you want from me?" she asked.
I had been thinking of what to say to her all through
school and decided on a mix of fear and flattery.
"You're a beautiful girl, Erin. And you could be very
sexy. I know you want to be sexy, that's why you were
showing everybody else. I just want you to be sexy for
me, and only me, on the camera. I promise you if you do
what I say I will never touch you or try to meet you and
I will only try to make you feel good. If you don't or
try on tell on me, I'll make everybody you know think
you're a slut, and I might even hurt your family. I
don't want to, but if you don't obey me I have no
choice. Do you understand?"
She nodded and wiped a tear away. "Good," I typed.
"First I want you to download this file and run it." I
gave her a link. The file was nothing, a dummy file I
thought up just so that she would think that was what
was causing my special powers. I used my program to make
sure she downloaded and ran it, and then told her that
it let me watch her whenever I wanted and send messages
directly, instead of going through the chat site. If she
tried to get rid of it, I would know and I would take
action.
"I won't," Erin said. She still sounded sad. It tugged
at my heartstrings. I wished I could change it. Maybe in
time. But another part of me needed tugging right then.
I told her I wanted to see her in just bra and panties.
She quickly stripped down, and looked just perfect in a
pair of tight red panties with stars on them. The
training bra was white. I asked her to pose like a
model, and she got into a variety of poses while I
lightly stroked my cock. Finally I couldn't take it
anymore.
I typed, "Take your bra off." She hesitated, so I told
her again. She undid the strap, and stood in front of
the camera, topless. Her chest was almost flat, with
just the hint of bumps the shape of tits, each tipped
with a nipple that was barely darker than the rest of
the skin. I wanted to see them in person, but I couldn't
do that. This was the best I could get. I told her to
rub her nipples with her fingers, and she did. I came
close to coming, so I held off and stopped touching
myself. I wanted something else to cum to.
"Take off your panties now." She was quicker this time,
but turned her back to me, showing her ass again, and
looking at the screen over her shoulder. I told her to
do a set of poses for me, and watched as my naked little
sister posed like my private nude model. I told her how
hot she was, how sexy she looked, even told her she
could be a model. I thought I saw a smile at that.
But the camera's resolution wasn't good, and her little
pussy was hard to see from far away, just the hint of a
slit. I asked her for a close up.
It was beautiful close up. Smooth, bare, just a tucked
in little package with an opening at the bottom. She
didn't seem to have any hair. I began to rub my cock
again, and asked her to spread the lips apart.
I couldn't resist any longer and, staring at her fingers
splaying her little pussy and the pinkness inside, I
began pumping up and down my shaft I came imagining
myself deep inside that hole, inside my sister's pussy.
-= Chapter 2 =-
When I was done, the guilt returned. I told Erin she
could stop the close-up and get dressed if she wanted,
and started asking questions. Whether she had a
boyfriend, had she ever kissed, and so on.
What I found out was a bit of a shock. The girl I
thought was my innocent little sister had done more with
the opposite sex than I had. I'd kissed a few girls, but
hadn't even made it to second base. My sister told me
she'd not only had a boyfriend who she kissed, but had
also touched his penis and gave him a hand job, although
she called it "rubbing his thingie". She didn't have a
boyfriend now, though... when she didn't want to put his
"thingie" in her mouth, he found another girlfriend. My
brotherly instincts flared up and I wanted to kick the
jerk's teeth in, but at the same time I was glad she
hadn't done more.
Next I asked her if she masturbated. She claimed she
hadn't. My cock was back, semi-hard once again and it
was hard to resist its demands... I asked her to do it
for me. She said she didn't know how, so I taught her.
I told her to take off her panties and rub her finger up
her slit, over and over again. I pointed out what her
clit was (I think) and told her to rub that too. I know
it was sick, but it was so incredibly stimulating
watching a little 12 year old masturbate, and all the
more so because it was her, my sister. She didn't seem
to be as into it as the girls in porn videos were, but
she looked spectacular doing it, and when I asked, she
said it felt funny, but kind of good. But she seemed to
be getting bored with it, so after I came for the second
time that night, watching her run her fingers in and out
of her tight pussy hole, I told her that was enough for
that night.
I had taped it all, of course, and would watch it right
before bed and jack off once more to the video, but I
didn't want to take up all of her time and make her feel
like a slave. At least I didn't think I did.
Over the next few days, in small pieces, I got to see
every inch of my sister's body, in every position
imaginable. I had her masturbate a few times, often
while she was watching porn videos that I'd found and
made her watch. Although I didn't see her orgasm, I
thought I might have come close once when I got her to
stick her electric toothbrush in her vagina and turn it
on. After a few minutes feeling the vibrations in her
hole she began breathing very heavily and forced and
there were a few seconds of that video where she just
smiled in pure pleasure that I watched over and over
again, more than the most hardcore parts.
I tried to view myself more as a teacher, even a friend,
than just a blackmailer. I was cumming buckets myself
but I wanted to make her happy. I spent a lot of time as
the blackmailer just talking to her about her day
without wanting anything sexual, and when it did involve
sex, I tried to teach her about what guys like and would
make her feel good. I got her to simulate a blowjob on a
banana from the fridge, and showed her how to do it
right, when I learned the reason she lost her boyfriend
was for fear that she'd do it wrong. I knew I was
getting more out of it than she was, but telling myself
I was helping her too was important to me.
But as much as I got, I always wanted more, and I still
felt guilty. To make up for the bad things I was doing,
when I was really with my sister, instead of being on
the other end of the computer, I treated her better,
even treated her to ice cream after school. That lead to
an awkward moment as she began to suck on the ice cream
in a way that reminded me of her blowjob lessons, and I
got an uncomfortable erection, that I was only able to
hide by not getting up from the booth until it had gone
away.
That began to be a continuing problem. Now when I was
with her, I was almost a hair trigger for erections. How
could I not be? I'd seen what a tight body was under
those plain clothes, I often knew what panties she'd be
wearing and could picture them hugging her body and her
peeling them off. I was worried that I'd go too far and
she'd notice and maybe everything would be unraveled.
Or, worse, that I'd forget myself and give into my
desires and try and grab her, touch her.
The solution came to me in a dream. It was so simple. It
was also despicable, but so was everything I'd already
done. I could back off and not do it, but it was a
perfect way to move into what I really wanted and not
have her hate me for it.
I already had some tricks set up to help disguise my
identity. I could set a timer so that a message from The
Blackmailer would show up a predetermined time after I
sent it, so I, as her brother, could be doing something
else like making noise in the kitchen or running to the
bathroom when it appeared. I could make use of this
trick in a way that hadn't occurred to me until the
night I dreamed I was talking to her as her brother
while the Blackmailer told her to do things to me. I
couldn't do that, but what I could do was close enough.
While she was doing her homework, I, as the Blackmailer,
was talking to her about her day like I normally did.
She was dressed, but wasn't wearing her bra under her
shirt because I'd asked her not to, so she could flash
me when I wanted. I set a message on a delay, to take
off her shirt and flash her boobs. I then went to walk
down the hall and opened her door without knocking to
ask her if she knew where my PSP was. I hadn't timed it
correctly... when I opened it, she was just about to
raise her shirt but hadn't done more than hold onto the
bottom in preparation. Her hands dropped as soon as I
started speaking.
When she realized it was me, she freaked out and began
to cover the screen with one hand, trying to close the
windows with her other. "Andrew! Don't you knock?" she
yelled.
"Sorry," I said. "I just thought you might have borrowed
it and I want to play with it, I'm bored."
"I don't have it."
I grinned a little. "What are you doing anyway? Talking
to a boyfriend?"
"No," she said simply with a sad look on her face. "Just
a... friend. But it's private."
"Okay," I said. "Whatever. Let me know if you see my
PSP."
I left, and returned to my room. There, I quickly typed
"So I'm a friend, am I?" Even though she usually typed
her answers to me, her camera had a mike in it so I
could hear anything that went on. I usually listened to
it with earphones.
"No," she typed. "But I couldn't tell the truth, could
I?" Her mouth was a tiny little line, not happy at all.
I was sorry about that, but it gave me the opportunity I
wanted.
"That's too bad. But to show I'm not completely
heartless... do you want a chance to get rid of me?"
She furrowed her brow and typed "How?"
My heart began beating fast as I laid it out for her. It
could be a make or break moment. "I want you to call
Andrew into your room and offer to give him a blowjob."
Her mouth made a little o-shape in surprise. "I can't do
that," she typed. "He's my brother!"
"So?"
"He'll think I'm sick!"
I smiled to myself. "I'm betting he won't. And if he
refuses, I promise I'll go away and never bother you
again. You can tell him it was just a dare, or whatever
you want to tell him. But if he says yes, then you have
to give him one and swallow his cum, and tell him you'll
give him one whenever he wants." Getting bold, I added,
"In fact, anything sexual he wants you to do you have to
let him. But you have to do it on camera, or the deal's
off, and of course you can't tell him, or you know what
will happen..."
She bit on her lip in the cute way she did when she was
thinking something over, and I crossed my fingers in
anticipation. Then she adjusted the camera view so it
was focused more on the bed and I knew my dreams were
about to come true. I started to record the stream
coming from her cam, just as I heard her yell out my
name.
"Just a second," I yelled, typed as the Blackmailer to
say that I'll just watch, then took a deep breath and
tried to think of unsexy things so that I wouldn't have
a boner when I entered her room. It took almost a minute
to get it to go away, and then I went into my sister's
room.
"What, did you find my PSP?" I asked.
She was already seated on the bed, looking nervous. She
shook her head at my question. "I need to talk to you,"
she said. "Come in." She patted the covers beside her.
I went and sat down. "Sure," I said. "What do you want
to talk about?"
This close, I could tell she was blushing. She didn't
speak right away, and when she did, there was a little
bit of a stutter in her voice. "Do... do you know what a
b... blowjob is?"
I tried my best to act surprised at the question. My
dick rose up, making a dent in my pants, but her eyes
were down at the floor. "Yes..." I said. "Why?"
"Do you want one?" she asked, and then looked up into my
eyes. "From me, I mean?"
"Really?" I asked. "You'd do that?" She nodded. "Yeah, I
would love one."
"You would?" she asked, and seemed more surprised than
unhappy, which relieved me, because if she looked like
she hated it I might have backed out.
"Any guy would," I said. "If you want to..."
She reached out her trembling fingers towards my jeans
and undid the button, then slowly pulled the zipper
down. My dick was already hard and throbbing, but at
least now I had a proper excuse for it.
"Wow," Erin said as she pulled it free from my
underwear. "It's bigger than I thought it would be."
What guy wouldn't want to hear that? And in her delicate
little hands, my cock looked that much bigger than it
did in my own. She held onto it carefully, and then
looked up at me as though asking for my permission
again. I smiled.
She took it into her mouth, and as her lips flowed over
my the head, the warm wetness enveloping my dick was
like some kind of heaven. Her tongue moved over the head
of my penis and felt like nothing I'd felt before.
I might have cum right then if I hadn't taken a
precaution. When I came home from school that day, the
first thing I did was take a shower. If my plan had gone
off, I wanted to be as clean as possible. While I was in
the shower, I also masturbated, to relieve the pressure
that had been building all day as I thought about what
might happen. So when it finally happened, I could last
longer and enjoy the sensations.
Erin stopped focusing on the head and began to bob her
head up and down the shaft, just like I taught her with
the banana. I put my hand on her head to direct her
slightly and also just to feel her, to prove to myself
this wasn't a delusion, I was actually feeling her silky
hair as she sucked me off. This was better than my
imagination. It was more than a dream come true.
It was my first blowjob, so I didn't know then that she
still wasn't very good, still nervous, but aside from an
accidental light scrape with her teeth, it felt
fantastic to me, and that it was my own sister giving
her first real blowjob too made it something special
that could never be repeated. She couldn't go down all
the way comfortably, and coughed, pulling back entirely
when she tried, but to her credit, she went right back
down. I said encouraging things as she continued to suck
on me, telling her it was amazing, that it felt so good.
In only a few minutes I felt the waves of pleasure start
to build, and a tingling rising up my shaft. I knew it
was coming, and I didn't want to surprise her. I patted
her on her back. "Oh, god, okay, Erin, I'm about to
cum..." I knew she knew what that meant, and she slowed,
drawing her mouth back up to the head, teasing me with
her tongue. I exploded, and it felt like gallons of cum
spurted out of me, and though my natural instinct was to
close my eyes, I wanted to watch. It was such a
beautiful sight to see my sister swallowing eagerly as
jet after jet of my semen spurted down her throat.
My prick slowly softened in her mouth, and finally she
let me out and sat up straight on her bed beside me, as
I exhaled sharply, coming down from the high and letting
out all the breaths I didn't know I was holding.
She looked up at me, eyes glistening. There was a drop
of my cum on the corner of her lips. She'd never looked
lovelier. "So did I do it good?" she asked innocently.
"Are you kidding?" I answered. "That was fucking
fantastic." She giggled a little. "Thank you," I added
belatedly. "So much."
"Any time," she said.
I looked into her eyes, knowing she was supposed to say
this, but trying to read her true feelings. "You mean
that?" She nodded, bobbing her head in what seemed like
eagerness.
Even if she was only acting, I was overcome. I reached
around her and pulled her close to me and hugged her.
"Wow," I said and kissed her on the forehead. "You just
became the best little sister ever."
She giggled some more in response, and I thought there
was real pleasure in that, but how could I be sure?
Since I'd taken on this double life I learned that Erin
was good at keeping her true feelings hidden. She let me
hug her for a bit and then pushed away. "I've still got
homework to do," she said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Me too." I stooped up and made for
the door. "Thanks again."
I returned to my room, walking swiftly so I could step
back into the role of the Blackmailer. I opened up a
message window. "He looked like he enjoyed that. How was
it?"
"It was okay," she said. "A bit weird. And his gunk
tasted funny."
"I'm sure you'll get used to the taste." I felt guilty
as soon as I said it, even as I savored the victory. It
wasn't going to be a onetime thing. It would happen
again. I couldn't give that up once I had it.
"I guess."
"I'm going to make some dinner now, and then I need to
do some other things," I told her, wanting to release
her. "I'll be back when it's time for you to go to bed
to watch you rub yourself." It was a nightly habit,
watching her rub herself. I wanted to see her have her
first orgasm. She came close, but never quite came.
Usually she got bored and asked if she could stop, and
by this time I'd already cum so I was feeling too guilty
to try and force her.
I quickly reviewed the video I'd made of that first
blowjob. It wasn't the best view, her body was in the
way of the real action, and nothing beat the view I had
while she was giving it, but it was a special moment, so
I saved it in my greatest hits directory.
-= Chapter 3 =-
I didn't want to ask Erin for a blowjob too often, and
when Mom was home I couldn't anyway, but there were a
few hours after school that I was usually alone with her
and I had a habit of going into her room and asking for
a blowjob there, one a day. She got better at it, and
she did it in different positions, sometimes with me
lying on her bed, sometimes I stood and she knelt at my
feet. It was always good, and I always hugged her
afterwards, liking to feel close to her. It was crazy,
especially how this whole thing started, but I thought I
was quickly falling in love with my own sister.
On a Saturday afternoon, about four or five days after
that first blowjob, Mom had gone out to play cards with
one of the neighbors, and I knew she'd be gone for hours
at least. I waited until my sister went into the kitchen
for a drink, and then as she passed my door, I called
her in.
She had a smirk on her face. "I know what you want," she
said. "You want me to suck your thing again."
"No," I said, and then smiled. "Okay, yes. But I was
thinking, you've been so great to me, doing this for
me... I thought I should return the favor."
She was taking a sip of cola when she said this and
almost spit it up in surprise. "What?"
"You've made me feel so good, I thought I could do the
same for you. Girls can get head too, you know."
"You want to lick me... down there?" She acted like it
was some idea nobody'd ever thought of, like she hadn't
been doing the same for me the last few days, like she
hadn't been shown videos of girls being eaten out by the
blackmailer.
"If you want me to. It's supposed to feel really good."
"Oh..." Her face flushed. "Okay. I guess."
I asked her in my room instead of hers because I was
curious about whether she'd follow the Blackmailer's
instructions and try to get me in front of her webcam to
do it, or keep it private. I honestly didn't care which,
either way was like a victory for one side of me, but I
wanted to know.
She sat down on my bed, and my spirits soared as she
undid her jeans and slipped them off, leaving her in her
underwear. She hadn't tried to do it in front of the
webcam. Did that mean she did it just because she wanted
to?
"Cute panties," I said. I wasn't lying. Sponge Bob was
on them, and they were very cute.
"You think so?" She stood, pulled her shirt up a little,
and posed in them, turning around.
I'd seen the sight before, even those panties, but it
was better in person. "Very cute... but that might be
what's inside them." She grinned, and slowly peeled them
down, revealing her pussy. That was also familiar to me,
but now there was no pixilation or blurriness, and I
wasn't at the mercy of a fixed view, I could move around
and see it from different angles. I got out of my chair
and knelt in for a closer look. "Wow," I said.
I reached out my hand and gently ran my fingers along
her slit. Erin sucked in her breath and she shuddered.
"Is it okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.
"I've just never had someone else touch there before,"
she said. "I wasn't expecting it... But it feels good."
I nodded. She was leaning back, propped up by her elbows
on my bed. But she was still wearing her top. "Can you
take off your shirt?"
"Why?"
"So I can see you. Your body."
The corners of her lips turned down, and her eyes
dropped. "I don't have a body," she said shyly.
"Are you kidding?" I asked. "Of course you do. I've seen
it." I had to cover quickly. "I mean, I've seen you in a
tight shirt... even in swimsuits. You're hot."
"I am not."
"Sure you are. Trust me. I wouldn't lie to you. Please?"
She took a breath, sat up straight, and pulled her shirt
up over her head. But she still had her little training
bra on. "See, you look hot," I said. "But I wanna see
your boobs, too."
"I don't have boobs," she said, face red, and a little
sad. I couldn't understand it. She didn't seem anywhere
this shy with a stranger. "Can't you tell?"
"Of course you have them. Don't listen to all the dorks
your age in school. Boobs don't have to be big to be
beautiful." I meant it. I'd seen thousands of boobs on
the internet at least, and hers were better than any,
even if they were small. "Let me be the judge."
She removed it quickly, but shyly, as though she were
expecting me to laugh or make fun of her suddenly. But I
couldn't do that. She was practically naked in front of
me. "I told you," I said. "They're perfect. You've got
the perfect little body," I said. "You're incredibly
sexy." I stood, and unzipped my pants to show her my
hard-on. "See? I can't be lying; guys don't get hard
unless they're turned on."
"You don't think they're too small?"
"No." I reached forward, and then stopped, deciding I
should ask. "Can I touch them?" She bit her lip and
nodded. I cupped the little buds in my hand, feeling the
shape of them, rolling my thumb around the nipple. Some
guys said more than a handful was a waste, well, there
certainly wasn't any waste on her.
I let go and lowered down back towards her pussy. "I
guess I should get started. This is my first time so let
me know if I'm not doing it right, okay?" She nodded.
She spread her legs slightly to give me room to get
right back in between, and I stared at her pussy up
close, close enough to taste if I just extended my
tongue. It had a strange smell, a little sweaty but
sweet too, and intoxicating. It was also wet in a way
that it didn't seem to look on camera, whether because
of the resolution or because she was more excited, I
couldn't say. I drank in the sight, and then began
licking.
I tried to imitate the porn videos as close as I could,
alternating between licks and sucks, sometimes burying
my face in her tight little snatch and sticking my
tongue deep inside. Erin began breathing heavily very
soon into it, and I could feel her grind her pussy into
my face, which might have been subconscious. But that
wasn't the only non-passive act; I felt her hands on my
head once, pushing me slightly in one direction or
another. Her breathing became heavier and sharper, until
it resembled something of a squeak, or a squeal. I put a
renewed effort on her clit, teasing my tongue around it
and sucking directly, and running one finger in and out
of her pussy hole.
She let out an extended, high pitch "Oh god" and tensed
up, then relaxed with a deep sigh. I almost came in my
pants. I'd never heard anything like that from her when
she rubbed herself. Either she was suddenly an expert at
faking, or she'd really had an orgasm. I kissed her
pussy, and then, slowly rising, let that be the first in
a trail of kissed up her mound, belly, to one of her
nipples, and up her neck. When I was at her neck, she
grabbed me and pulled me into a deep hot kiss on her
lips, mouth spread. Her arms enveloped me, holding me to
her. The embrace lasted a few seconds, and then she
broke away and said, "Wow. Is that what an orgasm feels
like?"
"I hope so," I said. "Cause if it feels as good as when
I do, then that's the least you deserve."
"It was incredible."
"Any time," I said. "It was fun."
She rolled on her side and said, "I guess it's your turn
now."
I was already nearly ready to blow, and Erin was more
enthusiastic than she'd ever been before, so I didn't
last long. Afterwards, we just lied down on my bed
together, both at least half naked, me holding her
close, until I pointed out that we should probably get
dressed before Mom came home and found us like that.
She never told me, the Blackmailer, what she had done
with me, the brother. It was ridiculous, but I felt a
little annoyed at that, too. Sometimes this double life
got out of hand. It was as though there were two sides
to me, the brother who loved her and wanted her to enjoy
doing sexual things with me, and the evil Blackmailer
who's on the inside, hiding out, wanting to control her
and collect epic videos. I was also disappointed that I
got her to have an orgasm and I missed getting a video
of it. As the blackmailer I made her finger herself for
much longer than usual that night trying to recreate it,
before I gave up and let her go to bed.
That day did change a lot though. Before she would
usually blow me in her room, and waited for me to come
to her. After I ate her out the first time, she began
coming on to me, and I noticed she was directing me away
from her room and into mine. We couldn't do anything
serious together the next day because my Mom was home,
but Erin flashed me her titties once while she was out
of the room.
On Monday, we tried out a sixty-nine after school, I ate
her out while she gave me a blowjob in my room, and then
watched TV together. Tuesday she came home too late from
a friend's house, but her jeans were baggy that day and
I was able to slip my finger into her pussy a few times
and give it a wiggle.
Wednesday was great. She got home before me, and asked
me if I wanted to fool around. I told her I had to
shower first, since my last class was gym, and I'd meet
her in her room. I just wanted to do it in her room, but
she had an idea that won me over. "How about we shower
together?"
We practically raced to the bathroom. She turned on the
water first to let it warm up, and then we stripped
down. We were comfortable enough with seeing each
other's bodies now that there wasn't any real
embarrassment, but it was still the first time we were
completely naked together, socks and all, and it felt
somehow more intimate.
Even more intimate was the shower area itself. We'd gone
for the closest, the downstairs bathroom, where the
shower was just a stall instead of a full bath. There
was room for both of us, but we'd be close... but then,
we wanted to be.
Erin stepped in first, and I watched her as the water
rained down on her, draping her body. Her back was to
me, but she looked over her shoulder at me with a smile
as she wiggled her butt. I followed her inside and
closed the door, and put my arms around her. My cock
pressed up against her back, the base of it running
along the crack of her ass. I squeezed her little boobs
and then one hand went to rub her pussy, as I bent
slightly to kiss her neck.
She turned at that, facing me, and met my lips with
hers. Pretty soon we were fully making out, our mouths
joined, tongues dancing. I pushed her against one wall
of the shower stall and lifted her up so the difference
in our heights was no longer a problem, and Erin helped
by holding me with her legs.
It was hard not to be conscious of the fact that my dick
was so close to her hole, it even rubbed and bumped up
against her pussy repeatedly as we made out. It would
have only taken a small motion to plunge it inside and
be in heaven, and at that moment I wanted nothing
more... but my brotherly instincts fought back, I didn't
want to force it on her. I wanted her to be ready, to
ask me.
I loved her. Brotherly love, sexual love, and romantic
love, it all blended together that time in the shower.
I'm sure it sounds sappy to you, but at that moment, I
knew what I was meant to do with my life, and it
involved being with Erin. I also knew the blackmail had
to end. I had to kill that part of me for her sake.
Maybe not right away, but soon.
The passionate making out could only go so long before a
release was needed, but I wanted her to get off first. I
let her down and began to lower, dropping one hand to
her pussy and sliding my fingers in and out of her slick
hole while I kissed her perfect breasts, teased the
nipple with my mouth. Then I knelt on the floor and my
tongue joined my finger exploring her privates, licking
her clit the way she liked most. I could feel her buck
against me and squeal in delight. I was getting better
at making her cum, or she was already pretty hot, as it
didn't take very long for her to climax.
In return she took my cock in her hand, and rubbed it up
and down, but I was already almost ready to blow. She
pulled lightly on it and I imagined her pulling me to
her snatch instead of her mouth, and that thought alone
made me start to spurt. Glob after glob of it landed on
her belly.
"I didn't even get a chance to suck on it," she said in
wonder.
"Sorry, sis," I said. "You're just too hot."
I was shielding her from much of the spray from the
shower, so she rubbed the fingers of her right hand on
my spunk, fascinated. "Looks like now we really need to
wash up," she said.
"Well, we're in the right place for it," I joked. I
grabbed the bottle of body wash from the little ledge
under the showerhead, and squirted some on my hands, and
rubbed her body over to clean her up. I cleaned her
stomach and then she turned around and let me "clean"
her boobs. Really I was playing with them. Either she
enjoyed it or I hadn't satisfied her as much as I
thought for I noticed her rubbing her own pussy while I
did this. I tried to help one of my fingers joining hers
as it dipped between her lips, but she quickly retreated
and let me finger her alone. She didn't orgasm again,
and we soon moved back to the cleaning, which was
sensual but not especially erotic.
After we were thoroughly clean, we got out, dried off,
dressed, and she made me a snack as we watched TV
together in the living room, cuddling only a little more
than siblings should. We split only when we heard Mom
jingling her keys at the door. By the time she entered,
Erin had reseated herself on the other side of the
couch. Mom asked us about our day and we gave the usual
answers that didn't say anything. Erin left for her room
first, and, since I knew she was expecting the
Blackmailer, I made up an excuse to leave soon after so
I wouldn't disappoint her.
-= Chapter 4 =-
Of course, once I was back in the role of Blackmailer,
the resolution I made in the shower faltered a little. I
still wanted to end it, but as I had her doing a sexy
strip-tease for me, the sense of power made me think
twice. I wasn't sure I could give that up. That wasn't
the only thing. The only reason Erin and I became so
close was because of my secret identity as the
Blackmailer. Without me forcing her to, she wouldn't
have given me that blowjob, after all.
In the role of the Blackmailer, I'd asked her if her
brother had done anything more, and she said no, except
touching her sometimes. I worried that, even though
she'd been hiding things, that it was just to keep the
Blackmailer from ordering her to do more, and that if I
released her from her orders, she'd want to go back to
being a normal brother and sister. Or even if she still
would give me blowjobs, she might not be willing to go
that last step, to let her own brother fuck her, unless
the Blackmailer pushed her into it by making it an
order. I didn't want to miss out on that opportunity. I
wanted to do the right thing for my sister, but I
certainly didn't want to go back to just being a lonely
loser masturbating at home alone.
I spent a few days mulling it over, and going back and
forth in my feelings. When I was with her I only wanted
to make her happy, when there was a computer screen
between us, I didn't want to risk giving anything up.
Erin, so far, didn't seem to want to move things beyond
the stage they were at, at least not on her own,
although we enjoyed what we were doing.
As the blackmailer, I tried to get her prepared more to
sex, making her watch more porn as she masturbated for
me, and directing her to insert more and more into her
pussy. She had a hairbrush that had a long handle that
was only a little shorter and thinner than my dick, and
on my instructions she fucked herself with it, grunting
in pleasure but never getting off like I wanted.
The turning point in my decision came with a quiet
moment of sweetness, with Erin and I just hanging out,
and not doing anything sexual at all. We were watching
one of her shows, iCarly or Hannah Montana or something.
She was lying up against me, arm around me. Without any
prompting at all, during a commercial break, she looked
up at me and said, "I love you." She looked at me with
an expression of vulnerability, like she was afraid I
might say the wrong thing.
What else could I say? "I love you too." I said it
looking into her eyes, trying to make sure she felt the
truth of it. We'd said the words before, many times, and
there was nothing unusual about a brother and sister
giving that exchange... but somehow I think both of us
knew that this time there was more to it. It wasn't said
in a moment of passion, nor was it the acknowledgement
of the family bond. I was sure it had meaning on its
own, even though we didn't make a big deal about it. We
just went back to watching TV.
That night, watching her masturbate with her hairbrush,
I decided to move. I mentioned that she seemed to be
down and not very into it that night. She shrugged and
asked if she could stop.
"Yes," I typed. "You don't like me, do you?"
"Why should I?"
"You're right. But I'd hoped you'd come to enjoy our
relationship. If you're not, I'm willing to give you
another chance to end it."
That got her attention. Her face animated with
excitement first, then that faded. "What do I have to
do? Another bet?"
"No bet. This one's a choice. I'll go away and never
bother you again... but I enjoy having my own private
camgirl... so you'll have to help me get a replacement."
I came up with the solution a few days before. It was
convincing in a way that a sudden disappearance wouldn't
be... and it would let me have something to fall back on
just in case.
"How?"
"I know you have friends. Choose one with a computer and
a webcam. I'll give you a program like the one I put on
yours. You put it on a USB key, and run it on a friend's
computer to give me access. When I have enough on her to
blackmail her, I'll leave you."
She read over my request, it looked like twice, before
she answered. "I can't do that! They'll hate me."
"If you do it secretly, they won't know it was you. I'll
say I hacked in. Choose a dumb friend if you want. Or it
doesn't even have to be a friend. But she does have to
be cute."
"How will I know you're not lying?"
"I haven't lied to you yet," I told her, which was a
lie. But she hadn't caught me in a lie. "If I get what I
need and don't let you go, you'll never trust me again,
right?"
She pointed out a flaw in that I hadn't thought of. "But
you could just tell me you haven't gotten anything..."
"I wouldn't do that. But you could convince her to do
something naughty in her room while I'm watching. Then I
couldn't lie."
She bit her lip, and started pacing back in forth in her
room, before returning to type, "Okay, I'll do it."
"Good. I'll need to approve who you choose." I didn't
want her giving me one of her ugly friends. "Do you have
somebody in mind?"
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she said a
name. It was one I recognized. Jenny used to be her best
friend, but they'd stopped talking to each other almost
two months ago. I didn't know why, but Erin was very
depressed about it for a while.
I knew well what she looked like. She looked a little
older than Erin, taller with more pronounced breasts and
a nice butt even in clothes, but still fairly slender in
appearance. She had straight blonde hair, often in a
ponytail, and blue eyes. Her face looked a little like
Dakota Fanning only without the creepy eyes. She was way
more conventionally girly than Erin, being far more
obsessed with clothes and makeup and having her hair
perfect. She was even a cheerleader for the junior high
football team. Long ago she always wore glasses but
switched to contacts some time ago and, I assumed, got a
lot more popular. She was certainly very cute, even
though I thought Erin was cuter. Jenny would do for a
replacement, though.
Because the Blackmailer did not have to release Erin
until I had Jenny as my private camwhore, I took
advantage of my last few days by pushing her farther and
farther, getting my fill of sexy dances and bate videos
of my sister while I still could. I finally got her
cumming on camera, but only by going into her room with
her and eating her out, pretending to ignore her
suggestions that we do it in my room.
That Friday, Erin told me she was going to a sleepover
as a friend's house. I pretended that I was disappointed
because I'd miss her, but I wasn't too bothered because
I knew what was going to happen. I had given her the spy
program and instructions on what to do at Jenny's house.
So while she was there, I'd be in my room waiting for an
alert that my system had detected a new person running
the program. Then I could watch at my leisure.
It came live shortly after 9. I called up the stream and
saw Jenny's room, with Erin in it waving. She seemed to
be alone, which meant she'd been able to put the program
in without Jenny seeing. That was good... I'd have
rather abandoned Jenny entirely than risk her being
found out as the source.
Jenny's room was pink and the wall opposite the computer
had posters of the Jonas Brothers and Twilight. Her bed,
full of stuffed animals, was also in view right away,
which was good. If her computer faced towards a wall
like mine did it would have been difficult to get any
good shots.
Jenny herself entered within minutes. She was dressed in
pajama bottoms and a tank top which made her breasts
look great. Erin wore a similar pair of pajama bottoms
and what I recognized as one of my t-shirts. I didn't
even know she had it. It was a little too big on her to
show her figure, but despite that I really liked seeing
her in it anyway.
They began talking, and I won't relay that because it
would only bore you as much as it did me. Girls talking
among themselves, contrary to my previous fantasies,
were not all that exciting. Jenny's mother came in with
some snacks, and they struggled a few times putting
Jenny's big dog or bratty younger sister out of the
room. Finally, after Jenny discussed her hair for what
seemed like the 12th time, Erin suggested the game of
Truth or Dare. Jenny agreed that it sounded like fun,
but, since it was her house, insisted that Erin go
first.
Erin chose Truth. Her question was "Are you still mad at
me? About... you know?"
She shrugged at the question. "Some. But I don't really
care about him anymore. He's a loser anyway."
Jenny gasped in mock outrage. "That's my boyfriend
you're talking about." Everything clicked into place.
That was why Erin and Jenny had that falling out.
Probably Jenny was dating the same guy my sister
wouldn't suck off, and since she liked him first, they
stopped being friends. No wonder Erin chose Jenny to
give to the Blackmailer. Clearly the girl could hold a
grudge.
Erin didn't seem to be holding a grudge right now, but
maybe she thought her little act of revenge made them
even. She just said, "Your loss. And your turn." Jenny
chose Truth as well. "Are you a virgin?"
Jenny smiled impishly, and shook her head. "No, not for
three weeks. We've done it a lot since then. We did it
in his dad's car the first time, in his garage it was so
romantic."
"What's it like?" Erin asked.
"It sort of hurts the first time, and it was over really
quick. But it's better after. It's like you're
connected, you know?" She took a sip of cola. "Truth or
dare."
"Truth."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah," Erin said. "Sort of. We never actually said it
yet, but we do lots of stuff. It's complicated."
"Who?" Jenny asked eagerly.
"I'm not telling. He's older." I hoped she meant me. She
could have met somebody at school, but it sounded like
me.
"Oh yeah? Just wait till next time you get truth. You'll
have to tell me."
Jenny chose truth next and Erin asked if she had ever
gotten drunk. She had, lots of times, but didn't give
specifics.
The dares started then... I think Erin wanted to avoid
answering the boyfriend question. If it was me, I'd have
just lied, but I guess girls take Truth or Dare
seriously. Her first dare was to text somebody named
Leslie and call him or her a fatty. Jenny chose dare
next too, and I sat straight up in my seat, waiting to
see what my sister would come up wih.
"Do a cheer routine totally naked." Getting her naked on
camera was one sure way to get the Blackmailer off her
back, and it looked like Erin didn't want to waste time.
Jenny only hesitated a moment, but went on with taking
off her clothes without any worries. Of course, she
didn't know her camera was on and recording.
Naked, Jenny looked like an adult woman, just in
miniature. Her breasts were full and topped with perky
pink nipples. Her pussy looked more open with lips
hanging out, and also sat a little higher up than
Erin's... it was bare of any hair, but I had a hunch she
shaved it rather than being naturally that way.
The cheer she did was simple, because she didn't have
anybody to do anything complicated with, and it didn't
take too long, but I had what I needed and started
stroking myself. I could use that video to blackmail her
if I still wanted to. She was naked and her breasts
bounced about as she moved, not to mention that she was
doing a cheer. That could probably get her kicked off
the squad. A girl in my school once got kicked off for a
picture of her flashing her bra in a cheerleading
uniform.
After the cheer was done, Jenny began dressing again.
"Your turn. Truth or dare." Erin chose dare again, and
Jenny had quite a comeback. "I dare you to lick my
vajayjay for a minute." I was softening again with the
return of Jenny's clothes, but that dare made me rock
hard instantly.
Erin made a face, crinkling up her nose. "What? I'm not
gay."
"You sure? Cause you're the one who wanted to see me
naked, remember?"
"Only cause I thought it'd embarrass you. I don't want
to do this. Maybe we should just quit."
"Same here. I'm not gay either. It's just a dare. And
you know the rules, you can't quit when it's your turn.
If you back out you have to suffer the consequences..."
I didn't know what "the consequences" were, I didn't
know how girls played the game, or whether this was some
private set of rules Erin and Jenny had. And with a sick
glee, I realized that I wouldn't have to find out, not
then, for Erin gave out an agitated "fine".
After double-checking that I was still recording the
video feed, I got my cock in hand and began rubbing as I
watched Jenny take down her pajama bottoms and panties
again. Erin approached it cautiously, and then put her
face between Jenny's legs. The angle wasn't very good,
because Jenny's leg blocked most of the action, but I
knew my little sister was licking her friend's pussy,
and was able to vividly imagine the scene, and by the
time Erin's minute long dare was up, I'd already
ejaculated. When she was done, Erin scrunched her face
up again and said "Gross".
The game fizzled out after that, as Erin still wanted to
quit rather than face more extreme dares or questions
she didn't want to answer. I watched them for a while,
but they were back to talking about things I didn't care
about and people I didn't know, and since I'd already
gotten off, I soon lost interest. I checked back
regularly in case anything happened, and eventually I
went to bed. I had enough to blackmail Jenny and, more
importantly, the excuse to let Erin go.
-= Chapter 5 =-
The next day I went to hang out with my frequently-
absent friend Kirk, playing a few video games over at
his house like we used to, and when I returned that
afternoon, Erin was already home. We snuck a brief open-
mouth kiss while Mom was cooking dinner, but couldn't
risk any more. "How was the sleepover?" I asked.
"It was okay," she said.
"You and Jenny patched things up?"
She made a face. "I guess. She's still kind of a bitch I
guess I'll have to see if it was worth it." Although I
knew what she meant I had to play dumb and ask, but Erin
didn't want to elaborate.
After a good family dinner, Mom wanted us to watch a
movie she rented with her. The movie wasn't very good,
and it was awkward for me because I kept wanting to put
my arm around Erin. I spent the time mentally composing
the goodbyes that I knew were coming.
As the Blackmailer, I usually contacted Erin just before
she went to bed, and decided to do the same this time. I
opened a message window and said, "Hello Erin. I see you
had a good time at the sleepover."
She wasn't in the mood for small talk. "Did you get what
you needed?" she asked anxiously. I gave her almost a
minute to worry before I decided to let her off the
hook.
"Yes, I think I did."
"So you're going away then?"
"I'm a man of my word. I'm just about to delete the
program I used to hack in. After tonight, you'll be free
of me. As long as you don't tell anyone about me or try
to find me, I won't do anything to you."
She smiled widely, but there were tears in her eyes. I
felt horrible. Especially when she said, "Thank you."
"You probably won't believe this," I said, "But I am
sorry. I didn't want this to be a bad experience for
you."
"It wasn't all bad," she said. "I liked some of it,
especially at first. If you hadn't threatened me I might
have liked it more."
"I didn't want to, but I couldn't risk it." I didn't
want to drag it out any longer. "Goodbye. Forever." I
shut down the message window. I could have gotten away
with leaving me the ability to watch her, but I kept the
Blackmailer's promise and deleted the spyware program
entirely from her system. Even if I liked the result, I
was still ashamed at what I'd done to my own sister, and
I was determined to be as good to her as possible from
then on. I'd do right by her.
It felt good. Once I finished the deletion, I felt like
a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and just this
intense sense of relief. The Blackmailer within wasn't
dead, but at least he'd no longer hurt the people I
loved.
The next morning, I could see Erin was in an even better
mood than I was. Anybody could see it, really, even Mom
commented on it at breakfast. Erin just said she slept
really well that night. It was good to see her so
relaxed and happy again, and made me realize even more
how awful I'd been. I became more determined than ever
to make it up to her.
I was listening to music in my room, lying on my bed,
later that day, when Erin came into my room. I didn't
notice her right away because I had my earphones on, and
was looking at the ceiling, and when I did spot her, she
was close enough to pounce. I let out a quiet yelp in
surprise as she jumped on top of me, and then shifted
herself so that she was straddling me at my groin.
I pulled off my earphones and gave her a silly grin.
"Wow, you really ARE in a good mood," I said.
"Yup." She pinned my arms down and moved in to kiss me,
thrusting her tongue in my mouth. I grabbed onto her ass
and squeezed softly. We both had pants on, but she must
have been able to feel my erection poking right between
her legs. If she didn't, I wanted her to. I slowly began
to grind toward her.
"Where's Mom?" I asked in a whisper, suddenly worried,
although I knew if Erin asked right then to fuck me, I
would have risked it.
"Downstairs," she said. "We can't really do anything,
but I wanted to kiss you. Is that weird?"
"Not to me," I told her. "Hey, do you want to do
something together? We could maybe go out to a movie
this afternoon..." We couldn't exactly date openly, but
a brother and sister could go out to see a movie
together, couldn't they?
She let out a little groan. "I can't. I'm going shopping
with Mom in a few minutes... and I'll have lots of
homework I still have to do once I get back."
"Okay," I said. "We can go another time."
She kissed me again. "I'll hold you to that." From
downstairs, we heard Mom calling Erin's name. She swung
one leg over so she was beside me instead of on top of
me. "Guess I have to go. Love you."
"Love you too. Have fun."
Before she got up, she ran her hand along my crotch,
feeling the length of my penis through my jeans. "Hey,
Andrew," she said. "Tomorrow, come straight home after
school, okay?" I just nodded. Why wouldn't I, when I had
her waiting for me?
She left... I was still horny and all alone, so I
thought I'd indulge my inner Blackmailer, and check in
on what Jenny was doing. I hadn't contacted her yet to
start the blackmail process, but was just enjoying the
voyeuristic thrill of watching while she was clueless.
So far, earlier that day, I'd seen her trying on
different clothes, getting down to just bra and panties
in between outfits, but nothing that came close to as
exciting as the slumber party... until now.
This time, when I accessed her webcam feed, I saw she
was in her room, and she wasn't alone. She was making
out with her boyfriend, the same guy who made my sister
give him a hand job and then dumped her for not doing
more. And you'll never guess who it was.
It was Kirk, my best friend. What a fucking perv, going
after girls that young. I suppose I didn't have any
right to point fingers, but it still made me angry. He'd
broke my sister's heart, and I owed him a punch in the
face... but I couldn't give him one without revealing
how I knew.
But I could watch, and record.
In between kisses, he was listening to Jenny talk, and I
could tell from his face that he was getting bored.
You'd have been bored too. She was relating some
conversation she had with somebody about designer jeans
or something. "Yeah, that's great," Kirk said, cutting
her off. "But you know, your family isn't going to be at
your grandma's place..."
"They're at my grandDAD's place, Kirk..." Jenny
corrected.
"Whatever. They're not going to be there forever, and
you're really making my dick hard just looking so cute
in your skirt there. You can tell me your stories on MSN
any time, but we can't make love very often..."
Jenny spread her legs and said, "Oh, okay." She began to
undress, pulling off her top and the bra underneath.
Kirk removed his shirt in one quick motion then began to
take off his pants. Soon, they were both completely
naked.
Kirk had a kind of dumb look to him, and although he was
tall he was pretty skinny, and was a bit of a joke among
girls in our class. I now wondered if it was because of
his dick size. I'd never seen it except in the shower,
shrunken, and when he was erect, it wasn't that
impressive. I was bigger than him. But I guess to a
twelve year old, he was pretty big.
Jenny lay spread-eagle on her bed and raised her legs in
the air, but Kirk shook his head. "On your hands and
knees, babe." She sighed, and assumed the doggy style
position, which was good for me because it meant I got a
good shot of her face in that position. This would make
a much better blackmail threat; I wouldn't even have to
involve Erin.
Kirk got behind her and grabbed her by the waist while
he stuck his dick in and began pounding. I almost
cracked up at his ridiculous sex faces that looked like
an exaggerated porn film, but I wanted to masturbate so
I stopped looking at him and watched Jenny instead,
focusing on her tits swinging with every thrust and the
soft moans she made. Kirk only lasted a minute before he
was ready to cum, and then he pulled out and squirted on
her ass. I didn't even get to cum, so I was sure Jenny
was left unsatisfied. Blackmailing her would practically
be a mercy, since if she didn't already know how to
masturbate, she was missing out on a lot of orgasms.
When he was done, after wiping up his cum with a Kleenex
by her bed, Kirk started putting on his clothes right
away. "That was great, babe."
"Yeah," she said. She sounded disappointed, and started
dressing too, though much more slowly.
Kirk gave her a kiss on the mouth. "I love you, babe.
Listen, I've got to get moving."
"You do?" she said.
"Yeah, I promised my Uncle I'd help him move some stuff
into his place. He's got a lot of new furniture."
"Oh," she said. "That sounds like a lot of lifting."
"It is. But it's all in a day's work for Ultraman." He
crouched down and flexed what passed for muscles. It got
a laugh from Jenny. It might have got one from me, too,
but I'd put up with his joking about being a muscle man
for years. "You can IM me later."
It comforting to learn my friend wasn't just a douche-
bag to me lately, he was just a douche-bag. I actually
felt sorry for her. He obviously was only using her for
sex and just wanted to get away from her as quickly as
he could. Jenny struck me as being too dumb or naive to
catch on to that obvious fact.
I saw Kirk in school the next day. He was always
friendly to me in school, it was only after school he
always ditched me, and now I knew why. That didn't
bother me... we're guys, I would have totally understood
if he was getting pussy and so didn't want to spend time
with me. What I hated was that he touched my sister and
broke her heart and, to a lesser extent, that he made up
stupid excuses not to hang out instead of just telling
me he had a girl. I couldn't give him the punch in the
face I wanted, so I had to settle for the cold shoulder,
not joking around, and not explaining why I wasn't
talking to him. It was satisfying. Let him wonder.
Before long, his girlfriend would be masturbating at my
whim, and I'd get her used to something phallic in her
pussy that was bigger than her boyfriend.
-= Chapter 6 =-
School let out early that day for a staff meeting, and I
was eager to rush home to my sister. Erin also had one
at her school, except for some reason they had a half
day off instead of only an hour, so she was home before
me. She wasn't downstairs, so I called her name. I heard
her answer from upstairs. She was in her room, and the
door was closed.
I knocked. "Just a second..." she said. Then, a minute
later, she told me I could come in. Inside, she looked
so different.
She was dressed up, not in the usual jeans and t-shirt I
saw her leaving in, but like she was going out somewhere
fancy. She had a skirt on that showed off her slender
legs, and a pretty blouse. I'd never seen her wear these
clothes before. She rarely wore anything even like them.
They must have been deep in her closet, or she bought
them while shopping yesterday. Her hair was also neatly
brushed and I thought she might have been wearing
lipstick.
"What's this?" I asked.
She faltered like I'd just insulted her. Maybe I did, by
not complimenting her, but I was too surprised by the
dramatic shift. "I just wanted to look beautiful for
you."
"You are beautiful," I told her. "No matter what you're
wearing. You could be all Goth and scary, or like a
scene girl, or anything, and you'd be beautiful." She
smiled widely, recovered from the imagined insult. "I do
like this. It's a nice change. But it's not the clothes
that make you beautiful. You're beautiful without any
clothes at all." I took her hands. "But since you're all
dressed up, do you want to go to that movie?"
She shook her head. "I need to ask you something," she
said, her voice shaking. "How do you feel about me?"
"I've told you, I love you."
"I know, but... brothers are supposed to love sisters.
If we weren't brother and sister..."
I didn't even let her finish. "I'd love you then too.
We've gone beyond what brothers and sisters are supposed
to do..."
She nodded. "So you'd want to be boyfriend and
girlfriend?" she asked. "If we weren't related?"
"I do anyway." I blurted it out, hoping I judged what
she wanted correctly. "It's just we couldn't tell
anybody, nobody would understand."
"But we could be... boyfriend and girlfriend, just
secret?"
I took her hand and placed it to my heart. "In here, we
already are."
She pulled mine to hers. "In here too," she said
happily. I could see her eyes glistening with tears, but
they were tears of joy. She swallowed, and then asked,
"Do you want to have sex with me? Real sex?"
"Yes," I said, but hastened to add, "But only when
you're ready. I won't push."
"I'm ready," she said. "I've been dreaming of this for
months." I was shocked. If she wasn't exaggerating, that
meant she'd been thinking of me for longer than we'd
been doing anything, for longer than I'd been
blackmailing her.
I asked if she was sure, and when she said she was, I
helped her undress, quickly, pulling off her clothes in
a fraction of the time she must have taken putting them
together. Mine were shucked off almost as fast.
I didn't try to go into her right away. I was worried I
might hurt her, so when she lay back on her bed and
spread her legs, I kissed her along the thighs and down
to her pussy, and began to eat her out. Between gasps of
pleasure, she said, "I said real sex..."
I took a break to speak and replaced my tongue with my
finger. "I know, but they say the first time hurts.
It'll go easier if I get you wet first." I knew she'd
broken her hymen because I'd blackmailed her into doing
it, but I couldn't tell her I knew and she didn't tell
me, just lay back and let me eat her out. She was wet
even before I started, but I wanted to make sure she
could stretch without pain.
She was soon at the point of heavy breathing and
squealing. If I kept going, she might have cum, but she
wouldn't let me. "Andrew," she said. "I want you inside
me. Please... now."
That's a request you don't turn down. I stood up, and
sat down beside her. "You should be on top," I said. I'd
read up on the internet. She'd have the most control,
and could take it at her speed. She didn't complain,
quickly straddling my legs like a nude re-enactment of
where we were the previous day. My cock stood straight
up against her body, she only had to move up and forward
and back down again.
Erin rose up on her knees, and the head of my cock
rested in the groove of her pussy lips. She spread the
lips with her fingers, and it slid inside, just the
head. I was intently trying not to cum, when I came to
my senses about what that would mean. "Oh, fuck," I
said. "We need condoms." I was too wrapped up into the
moment, but no matter what, I couldn't risk getting her
pregnant.
"It's okay," she said. She slid a little down on my
dick, sinking inside her. "I'm on the pill," she
confessed.
How did I not know that? I guess I never asked, and
didn't think it possible. She still seemed too young to
be on them. Had Mom put her on it just out of an
abundance of caution? Or had she acquired them on her
own? I didn't know. Right then, I didn't really care.
"Okay."
She slid down another inch, slowly. What was already
inside her was being squeezed; it was so warm, wet, and
tight inside, that the rest was jealous. I was about to
abandon my concern and just pull her to me but then,
with a grunt and one more quick motion, she slid all the
way down on her own. I was inside my little sister, down
to the balls. There was no going back now, we were
officially fucking.
I held her by the ass and she rode me up and down. I
honestly couldn't say whether I was lifting her or she
was doing it on her own, it was like we were one being.
One of my hands rubbed at her clit and we moaned and
groaned together. She squealed and her cunt began
squeezing me tighter and tighter, like I was being
milked, and I couldn't hold out any more. The pressure
rose up my shaft and soon I was squirting. By the
amount, it felt like I had probably coated her entire
womb with my cum, so I hoped she wasn't lying about the
pill. Erin fell against me and we kissed, and just lay
there until the waves of pleasure subsided.
It was my first time, my first time with my sister. I'm
not sure if it was the best day of my life, but that was
the start of the best week.
We fucked one more time that day, before Mom came home,
and then every day after that, after school. It was like
we were addicted to each other's bodies. It wasn't the
only thing we did together those days, but it was always
part of it, either the first thing we did because we'd
been apart a whole day, or a frantic effort to fuck just
before Mom came home and we'd lose our chance for
another day. Sometimes both.
I was worried Mom would suspect something, but whenever
she was home we retreated to our own rooms. I know for
my part, it was hard to be in the same room together
when Mom was home because I just wanted to hold her, and
Erin said it was the same for her. Friday night, after
Mom had gone to sleep, I awoke to found Erin had snuck
into my room, and into my bed, wearing only a long t-
shirt.
Mom always slept in late Saturday mornings, and Erin
wanted to spend the night. I was paranoid we'd be
caught, but I let her, and we fucked that night. We did
it desperately holding in our moans of pleasure, but we
did it, and then slept in each other's arms. I woke up
the next morning to Erin giving me a blowjob, one last
safe bit of intimacy before she tiptoed back into her
room.
Later that day we finally went out to that movie. I'd
thought perhaps we could hold hands or kiss in the
darkness of the theatre, but there were a lot of people
and we were too nervous to touch, even in the dark, for
fear of being seen by someone we knew. Our legs grazed
each other throughout the whole film, one thin thread of
contact.
Sunday was hard, the first day where we didn't fuck. Mom
woke up early Sundays so Erin and I couldn't risk
sleeping together, and she was home all day. There was
nowhere we could safely sneak off to in order to be
together. Erin went out with some friends and that
afternoon I began blackmailing Jenny.
It was extremely easy. I just had to threaten to expose
the video of her and Kirk fucking, and point out that it
would not only make her a slut in the eyes of her
school, but also send him to jail. She was masturbating
for me within an hour. It wasn't the same as Erin, but
having a girl do whatever you want is still hot whether
you're in love with her or not. I decided that I would
keep it up, like a hobby.
I felt like I was unstoppable that week. If I wanted to,
I'm sure I could have gotten up the courage to ask out
the most popular girl in school, and because of my
confidence, I might have been able to get her to accept.
But I didn't want to. The best girl in the world didn't
go to my school yet, and I already had her.
Like I said, it was the best week of my life. It was
like living in heaven on Earth. Little did I know that
hell on Earth was only a few days away...
-= Chapter 7 =-
That next week, I had to stay a little later at school
to work on a group project, for presentation to the
class. This meant Erin and I didn't have as much time
together as we would have liked, but we could still
squeeze in a quickie before Mom got home, and she would
always be home before me. I was antsy with my partners,
unable to contribute much to the group because I knew
what was waiting for me. I'd be antsy the longer we went
on, and as soon as we broke up I practically ran to the
bus stop.
Wednesday, when I returned home and called out Erin's
name, she didn't answer. I thought maybe she'd gone
somewhere, that she'd gone to see a friend or something,
so went to my room, disappointed.
She was there... sitting in my computer chair, staring
at me as I opened the door, her eyes red. She was mad.
From the doorframe, I couldn't see what was on the
screen. I had to walk around the desk. It felt like my
stomach was writhing, I was so nervous as I approached.
I asked what was wrong before I had a chance to see for
myself, and when she wouldn't answer, I had a feeling it
was going to be really, really bad.
Sure enough, on the screen was one of the videos I'd
taken as the Blackmailer. It shouldn't have happened. I
usually kept my porn videos in a hidden, encrypted
directory, but must have left it unencrypted the night
before while jacking off to a memory, and Erin had found
it. She'd uncovered my secret identity.
She was pissed. I could tell she'd been crying, but at
that moment she was mad. I couldn't blame her. How would
you feel, when you unlock a mystery about who was
responsible for some of the most embarrassing parts of
your life, only to find it's the person you love? "How
could you?" she cried, and I died a little inside.
I went down on my knees and tried to explain, babbling.
I tried to tell her how I started only trying to scare
her, to protect her, but that she was so beautiful, I
couldn't resist, and then that I'd fallen in love and
couldn't stop. She just stared at me. I could see a
turmoil of different emotions crossing her face, but she
wouldn't say one word, not even when I asked her if she
understood.
When I was done, silence stretched between us for what
seemed like a lifetime, and then she got up from the
chair. I instinctively stood up and tried to get in her
way before she could leave. I wanted to try again, start
explaining from the beginning, as though that would make
a difference. When she couldn't get past, she pushed
me... I was much stronger than her, but she put a lot of
force in it. "Just don't tell Mom," I begged, and
feeling stupid the moment I said it.
That got her to turn around and speak to me at last. "Or
what? You'll send the videos to my friends?"
I shook my head, feeling like dirt, because I thought of
using just that threat. I decided that I couldn't. How
could I claim I loved her if I would do that? It was
time to man up, even if I'd already lost her. "No. I'm
sorry. You're right. Tell Mom. Tell the police. I'm
scum, I deserve to go to jail. I won't stop you. I
deserve whatever you decide to do to me..." I took a
deep breath and added, "But I didn't lie about how I
feel about you. I love you. Even if you send me to jail,
I love you."
She laughed, a bitter laugh full of pain and covered in
sarcasm. "You do THAT to someone you love?"
"There's a part of me that's a monster, I know. I hate
that part of me. I never wanted to hurt you but I
convinced myself I could get what I wanted, even though
it was wrong, and not hurt you. I know I was lying to
myself. I'm weak. But I also know that when I fell in
love with you, I set you free."
She shook her head, crying, and ran out of the room. I
didn't follow. I thought about sending her an e-mail
filled with all my justifications, started writing it a
dozen times, and erased it each time. Finally I just
sent "I'm so sorry. I love you."
Erin ate dinner in her room. Mom was worried at her
sudden depression, but Erin didn't seem to tell her
anything about why, because she didn't look at me like I
was a freak, which I was. I thought Erin must have still
been thinking over whether she should turn me in, or
just never talk to me again. It felt like I was already
on death row, just waiting to see if it would be
commuted to life in prison. Neither outcome seemed like
a win. No matter what, I'd lost the one thing that made
my life worth living.
That night, and for the next few, I had nightmares that
she told, that I was dragged off to prison, to be raped
by big burly black men. I thought if she did tell, I'd
have to kill myself. I thought of doing it anyway, just
because I'd hurt her so much, then worried that it might
make her blame herself. I didn't want her to blame
herself for something I knew it was my fault.
I didn't see much of her. She stayed in her room most of
the time and wouldn't talk to me. She left school early
and came back late, only after Mom came home. I tried to
stay out later, walking around aimlessly, so she could
be home without having to deal with me. When I was home,
I spent most of the time in my own personal Hell, full
of self-hatred and anxiety. I was miserable, worried
sick, I couldn't even masturbate. I blew that group
assignment in school and probably failed a test or two.
I didn't care. I was obsessed with finding some magic
collection of words to convince her to forgive me. Even
though I knew they didn't exist, I couldn't help trying
to find them.
One day I came home, late but not too late, intending to
drown my pain by listening to some music. To my
surprise, I found Erin in my room again. She was at my
computer, clicking on things. I braced myself for a
fresh onslaught of pain. I hadn't deleted the videos of
her yet. It would probably only make her madder if she
found out they were still there, but I couldn't bear to
part with those last fragments of my perfect
relationship. It was all I had left.
She looked at me, then back to the screen. She didn't
seem mad like she had before. Maybe her anger had run
into cold hate. "How do you get it to spy on Jenny's
webcam?" she asked in a neutral tone. Numb at the
unexpected question, I went to the mouse, and called up
the program, hidden in an innocuous directory.
Jenny appeared on the screen, lying on her bed, talking
on the phone and extending first one leg, and then the
other, towards the ceiling for some reason. "Are you
already blackmailing her?" Erin asked.
"Yes. I started, that is. But I haven't done anything
since you found those videos. I'll delete the
program..." I said. Assuming she wanted to protect her
friend, I moved the pointer to close the window.
She grabbed my hand on the mouse. "No, don't." We stared
at the screen for a while together, before she looked at
me. "You know Jenny has a dog."
"Yeah?" I said. I didn't really having a clue why she
would bring that up. I was too astonished that she was
even talking to me in a civil tone to be thinking too
closely about her motives.
She turned to look at me and gave a sudden, wicked
smile. "Do you think we could make her fuck her dog?"
My cock sprang into action, both at the unexpectedly
filthy request, but also because she said "we" instead
of "you". "What?"
"I really want to see her fuck her dog," Erin said, and
her eyes dropped. "Do you think we could get her to do
that?" Her voice had dropped into a whisper, as though
she suddenly feared being judged.
"You want that?" I asked. She nodded, biting her lip. "I
guess we could... it might take some time to convince
her to do it. But why?"
She was blushing at this point. "I guess there's part of
me that's a monster too," she admitted. She reached out
one hand to put it on where my cock was visible through
my jeans. "There's lots of things I've wanted to do that
I never thought I could. I always thought I was sick...
maybe I'm as much as a freak as you. I've just had to
hide it. I'm still mad at you, but I guess I understand.
And I still love you." She took a deep breath and asked.
"I thought maybe we could be part monsters together?"
I was stunned. Despite everything, I still thought of
her as my innocent little sister. I never would have
suspected there was anything dirty underneath. Had she
always been like this? Or had I corrupted her? Or maybe
she was just pretending, to find an excuse to remain
close to me after what I did? It didn't really matter.
Whichever was the case, one fact was true, and always
would be. "I love you too... and anything you want me to
be, I'm your man."
She smiled and took my hand as she stood up and began
towards the bed. "Then fuck me, big brother, we don't
have much time before Mom gets home. Then later we'll
work on getting that bitch Jenny to do her dog."
The End
The preceeding story was fantasy and I do not recommend
or endorse any of the acts described within. Quite the
opposite, really.
My complete stories are at
http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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