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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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