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   Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity
to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  The author does not
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story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

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   Connie Gets Blackmailed Written by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus



   Connie was studiously doing her homework when a knock sounded on her
door.  She sighed.  The thirteen year old took her schoolwork seriously and
always prided herself on doing a good job.  She didn't like to be
interrupted when doing homework, especially when it was she had placed the
"Do Not Disturb" sign on her doorknob.  Both her parents knew she was doing
homework when the sign was up.  That meant it could only be her little
brother Brad.

   She opened the door.  Sure enough it was Brad.  He grinned at her.

   "Brad, what are you doing?" she demanded.  "You know you're not supposed
to bug me when I'm doing homework."

   Without answering Brad entered her room.  "Hey!  What are you doing?"
Connie exclaimed.  "You can't just come into my room like that!  Get out of
here, you little creep!" She moved to hit him, preparing herself for a
fight.  At thirteen, she was two years older than Brad but he was much
shorter than she was.  As the older one, she always took great pleasure in
pointing out that he was only eleven years old.

   Brad scooted away from her nimbly before sitting down on her bed.  "Get
off of there!" Connie said angrily.  She moved to push him off but he
handed her an envelope instead.

   "I got something for you," he said, smiling impishly.  Connie grabbed
the envelope and threw it onto her desk.

   "I don't have time for this, Brad!" she said, raising her voice.  "You
better get out of here before I tell mom and dad."

   "Just look in the envelope," Brad told her.  Sighing again, Connie
retrieved the envelope from her desk.  Opening it, she saw it had a single
sheet of paper.  Eying Brad's bouncy demeanor as he sat on her bed, she
removed the sheet.  It was a picture, printed up from Brad's computer. 
Connie's face went white as she saw what it was: a picture of her and her
friend Carrie, kissing.

   "You jerk!" Connie shouted at him.  "What is this?  Where did you get
this?"

   Brad couldn't contain his laughter anymore.  Connie fumed as her brother
burst into fits of laughter on her bed.  She closed her bedroom door.

   "I'm serious, Brad," she said angrily.  "What is this?"

   "It's just some pictures I took with the digital camera I got for my
birthday," Brad told her.

   "Pictures?" Connie wailed.  "You mean you have more of these?"

   Brad nodded.  "About a dozen or so."

   "How did you take these?"Connie demanded.  "Why?"

   "I was hiding in the closet," Brad confessed.

   "You jerk!  I want you to go delete all those pictures right now!"

   Brad shook his head.  "No way."

   Connie kicked the bed in frustration.  "If you don't delete them, I'm
going to beat you up, asshole."

   Brad shrugged indifferently.  "If you beat me up, I'll show these
pictures to mom and dad.  And everyone at school too."

   Connie wanted to strangle him.  "You wouldn't dare!" she exclaimed.  But
Brad only watched her cooly.  With a sinking feeling of defeat, she knew he
had the upper hand.  "All right," Connie conceded.  "What do you want? 
I've got about fifty dollars saved up from babysitting."

   "I don't want your money," Brad said.

   "All right then, you little blackmailer," Connie spat at him, "what is
that you want?"

   Connie saw Brad hesitate.  He said quickly,
"I-want-you-to-take-off-your-underwear-and-let-me-see-between-your-legs."

   Connie was shocked.  "What?  You're crazy!  I'm not doing that!"

   "If you don't," Brad threatened, "I'll show everyone these pictures. 
Everyone's gonna call you a stupid dyke."

   Connie rolled her eyes.  "You're stupid, Brad.  You don't even know what
a dyke is."

   "I do so," Brad countered.  "And if you don't do what I say, everyone
will see these pictures."

   Connie folded her arms on her chest and glared at her little brother. 
"You're just a little pervert.  What do you want?  A quick peep?"

   "No," Brad said, "I want to touch too."

   "WHAT?" Connie exploded.  "You're totally crazy!  That's sick!  I'm not
going to let you do that."

   "You have to.  Or else."

   Connie thought furiously.  There must be something else she could do. 
But every idea led to a checkmate.  Her little brother was dictating the
deal.  "Okay," she said, swallowing her rage, "so you get to touch me.  And
then you promise you'll delete the pictures?"

   Brad nodded.

   "I'll get to watch you delete them, right?" Connie said, wanting to
clarify the deal.  Brad nodded again.  Connie mulled over the proposition.
"So I'll just lie here on the bed and let you touch me, right?  But it
can't be forever.  I'm going to time you.  You can do it for ten seconds."

   "No way," Brad told her.  "I want sixty seconds."

   Connie felt greatly irritated.  "Sixty seconds!  You're such a pervert!
You can look for ten seconds and that's it."

   "Thirty seconds, then," Brad negotiated.  "You'll lift up your skirt for
thirty seconds and I get to touch too.  Or I show these pictures."

   "All right," Connie fumed.  "Thirty seconds.  I'll get the stopwatch. 
I'll be right back."

   Angrily, Connie went downstairs to grab the stopwatch from the kitchen.
She was enraged that her little brother would blackmail her like this.  She
wished she could tell her parents but the thirteen year old knew that her
parents would flip out if they found out she kissed another girl.  Their
older sister, Joanie, had been sent to a strict private school when her
parents found out she was secretly dating boys and smoking cigarettes. 
Connie could only imagine what the consequences would be if her Brad showed
them the pictures.



   It had happened last week when Carrie stayed for a sleepover.  Both
girls had been talking about boys and dating when they agreed to do a
kissing experiment.  Connie blushed with embarrassment as she remembered
what else they did that night.  The two girls had agreed to take off their
underwear so they could see what it was like when someone touched them
between the legs.  At least Brad didn't have any pictures of that.

   Connie grabbed the stopwatch from a kitchen drawer and headed back
upstairs.  She stopped at the bathroom to pull off her underwear from
beneath her skirt.  The thought of what she was about to do made her feel
sick.  Her own litle brother touching her private parts!  It was mortifying
and perverted.  Unfortunately, it was the only way out.

   She returned to the bedroom to find Brad waiting for her.  Connie
already felt exposed, being in the same room with her litle brother wearing
a skirt with no underwear.  Brad got off her bed so she could lie down on
it.  Careful to keep her skirt pulled against her knees, Connie laid down
carefully, letting her knees dangle off the edge of the bed.

   "All right you blackmailing pervert," Connie said to her little brother.
"I set the stopwatch for half a minute, see?  And then once we're done, we
go erase those pictures."

   Brad nodded.  Connie glowered at him.  The feeling of nausea was rising
in her stomach.  Feeling like a dirty girl, she pressed the start button on
the stopwatch and lifted her skirt.

   Brad heart pounded in his chest as he watched his sister lift her skirt.
He couldn't believe she was going along with this.  He had spent days
formulating a plan and it was going perfectly.  He watched her skirt drift
up past her knees, revealing her milky white thighs.  The cotton skirt
continued past her skinny legs until it reached her waist.  But Brad's eyes
were captivated by the sight between her legs.

   Her dark pubic hair had grown in but was still very sparse.  A trail of
it stretched upwards from her dark and fleshy slit, the pattern of the hair
growing in a gentle s-shaped spiral as it threatened to overtake her entire
pubic region.  Brad's heart skipped with excitement as he studied the still
immature folds of her lips.  One side was growing faster than the other, it
curled out in a provocative pucker while the other side remained quite flat
and unremarkable.  It was like Brad was looking at a woman and a girl,
melded together.

   Brad breathed deeply.  He was enjoying every second of this.  He loved
the way his sister's smooth ivory skin changed as it drew closer and closer
to her private parts.  On either side of her valley, the skin was a dark
pink that gradually lightened as it faded into her normal skin tone. 
Beneath her pink private area, there was an area of normal skin that again
gradually changed tone to mark her puckered anal opening.  Brad felt a
stirring in his underwear as he gazed at his sister.

   Realizing he had just wasted several precious seconds, Brad reached out
and touched the more mature lip that adorned the right side of his sister's
labia.  She flinched at his touch but Brad ignored her.  Starting at the
top of her slit, he let his finger run between her vaginal lips.  It felt
strange.  Her private area wasn't completely dry, but instead it had a hint
of moisture to it.  Brad wondered why her skin wasn't completely dry. 
Where was this moisture coming from?

   Leaning in closer, the curious boy spread his sister's lips with both
hands.  He nearly gasped at the sight that greeted him.  Her slit opened up
into a perfect teardrop shape.  At the top of the teardrop, some folds of
skin joined together to form a sort of apex.  The inside of the teardrop
was a dark shade of pink with her vaginal lips even darker on either side.
The entire area glistened as if it were coated with a morning dew.  At the
bottom of the teardrop was a very light shade of pink where puffy folds of
flesh winked at him.

   Brad moved closer, leaning in until Connie felt his breath on her skin
She blushed furiously as her little brother explored her private area.  She
bit her lip as she felt his finger run along the length of her slit.  With
a twinge of guilt, Connie felt a slight jolt of excitement as he touched
her.  She swallowed hard as she felt him spreading her apart.  The thirteen
year old was overwhelmed with embarrassment as her brother leaned in close
to scrutinize her maturing labia.

   Keeping his sister's lips spread open, Brad used his thumb to touch the
inside of the teardrop.  His sister recoiled slightly at his touch.  His
thumb cautiously prodded at the light pink area at the bottom of the
teardrop.  To his surprise, the pink area gave way and swallowed the tip of
his thumb.  He was probing the entrance to her vagina!  He was about to
explore some more when Connie announced, "Time's up!"

   Connie scooted away from her brother's touch, letting her skirt fall
back down.  She hurried to the bathroom and pulled her panties back on,
relishing the safe feeling of being covered again.  Returning to her
bedroom, she saw Brad waiting for her.

   "All right, Brad," she said.  "Let's go."

   They walked in silence to Brad's bedroom.  He sat down at his computer
desk and turned on the monitor.  He opened Windows Explorer and selected a
folder marked "connie".

   "Okay," Connie prodded impatiently.  "Delete it." She watched as Brad
pressed delete.  "Go on," she said, eying him.  "Empty it from the recycle
bin."

   Brad did as he was told.  Once he was done, Connie punched him hard in
the arm.  "You little pervert," she scowled at him.  "I'm never talking to
you again." Connie turned and left the room.

   Once she left, Brad closed his door and locked it.  He sat back down at
his computer again and reached for the mouse.  Navigating through a
different folder tree, he pulled up a folder titled "connie2".  Smiling to
himself, Brad selected a jpeg and sent it to the printer.  As his inkjet
hummed to life, Brad felt his young penis harden again as he browsed
through more pictures of his sister and her friend in various stages of
undress.



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