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   Connie Gets Blackmailed chapter 3

   Written by Janus Copyright 2003

   All my stories can be found at /~Janus



   CHAPTER THREE

   For the next week, Connie studiously avoided her brother.  Each time she
thought of him, her heart swelled with rage at what he had done to her. 
She felt dirty and ashamed that she had let her brother touch her between
her legs.  Worse was the fact that she had almost enjoyed it and had gotten
so wet during the touching.

   The truth was, Connie had been masturbating every day since the
experience, sometimes twice a day.  Uncontrollable urges would overwhelm
the thirteen year old girl at random intervals and she would soon find
herself lying on her bed with her skirt pulled up, her fingers moving
furiously over her clit to bring herself to another orgasm.

   But before she touched herself, Connie was always careful to lock her
bedroom door and check her closet to make sure Brad wasn't sneaking around
again.  She still didn't trust her brother one bit.

   Today, the young girl had cautiously locked her door and was
masturbating for the third time that day.  Connie never undressed
completely, preferring to remain clothed lest she needed to stop quickly if
her parents knocked on her door or something.  This time, she was about
halfway to another explosive orgasm when she heard a key turning in her
door.  To her horror, the door swung open.  Brad stood on the other side,
watching her.

   Quickly, she pulled her hand from her panties and pulled her rumpled
skirt down.  Connie felt her face burning red from the embarrassment.

   "Hi, Connie," Brad grinned at her.  "Whatcha doin'?"

   Connie was furious beyond words.  She sputtered for a moment before
finally yelling, "What are you doing here, you little jerk?  I hate you! 
Why do you do this to me?""

   Brad shrugged.  Connie saw him put a key into his pocket.  "You know
you're not supposed to play with the master key," she accused him.  "I'm
telling on you and dad's gonna kill you when he finds out you've been going
through his desk drawers."

   Brad ignored her and stepped into her bedroom, closing the door behind
him.  Enraged at his audacity, Connie curled her hand into a fist, ready to
punch him good.  Brad dodged by her before she could strike.

   "Just hold on," Brad said, moving to the mini TV/VCR combo on her
bureau. "I just wanted to show you something."

   It wasn't until then that Connie noticed he carried a videocassette with
him.  A sense of trepidation filled her as Brad turned on the TV and slid
the tape into the VCR slot.  Expecting the worse, she swallowed hard as he
pressed "Play."

   She watched as the screen went blurry for a moment and then focused. 
She recognized Brad's room.  The camera was pointed at his empty bed. 
There was no sound.  Nothing happened for a few seconds until she saw two
figures walk into the room.  Connie felt light-headed from the shock as she
saw herself sit down on Brad's bed and lift her skirt, revealing her bare
crotch to her brother.

   Tears welled up in Connie's eyes.  Brad had blackmailed her enough
already and Connie knew what his argument would be.  Without a prefacing
explanation, it would seem as if the thirteen year old had willingly
entered her younger brother's room and exposed herself to him.  Lifting her
skirt to reveal her bare slit to her brother!  "I wasn't even wearing
underwear beneath the skirt," Connie thought to herself, mortified.  "I
look like a total slut!"

   And then it got worse as, onscreen, Connie began to rub herself.  Connie
could only imagine her parents asking her, "What were you thinking? 
Masturbating in front of your little brother?" A pit of fear formed deep in
her stomach when Brad knelt before her onscreen.  She watched as the
videotape replayed Brad's finger slipping into her vagina.  Sickened,
Connie moved to turn off the TV.

   "What do you want?" Connie whispered.  She knew she was at her brother's
mercy.  She just hoped her fate wouldn't be too terrible.

   "I want to fuck you," Brad told her, not mincing words at all.

   Connie didn't even protest.  She knew he held all the cards.  "You'll
have to use a condom," she said flatly.

   "No way," he replied.

   "I can't get pregnant!" Connie said indignantly.

   "I won't do it inside you," Brad promised.

   "How can I be sure that you won't?" Connie asked warily.

   "I won't do it," Brad promised.  He held out the stopwatch.  Connie took
it.  "Sixty seconds," he told her.

   Connie swallowed hard.  Each time she thought about what she going to
do, her mind revolted and she felt physically sick.  Closing her eyes, she
tried to think about something other than the fact that she was about to
lose her virginity to her little brother.  Taking a deep breath, she let
her mind disconnect from her body.



   Then it became easy.  Moving automatically, Connie's hands went
underneath her skirt and she pulled her panties off.  She was able to
ignore that they were slightly damp from her masturbation session earlier.
Out of the corner of her eye, Connie saw Brad fumbling with his belt buckle
and heard him unzip.  She ignored him.  Tossing the panties aside, Connie
lay back on the bed and lifted her skirt.  She felt a surge of shame and
embarrassment from exposing herself but she buried the feelings under a
blanket of willpower.

   Connie saw her brother approach the edge of the bed where her legs
dangled off.  He had taken his pants and underwear off, leaving only his
shirt.  She felt another flood of embarrassment as her gaze settled on her
brother's crotch.  Connie closed her eyes momentarily and used all her
willpower to quench the rising emotion in her.  "I'm not here," she told
herself, "I'm going to let him do this."

   She opened her eyes and tried to objectively study Brad's genital
region, like a doctor would look at him.  Connie noticed he had no pubic
hair yet.  His penis and testicles didn't look terribly different from when
he was two years old and getting his diaper changed.  Despite her attempt
at control, Connie felt the blood rush to her ears as she watched her
brother stroke his penis.  She saw it start to perk up and harden.  Moving
her gaze to Brad's face, she saw that he was intently staring at her
crotch.

   "It must turn him on a lot to see me down there," she thought to
herself. His penis was now sticking out from his body at a right angle. 
Even fully hard, she couldn't help but notice that it wasn't that big.  It
was probably the size of her ring finger, only about two inches long and
not much thicker either.  Connie noticed that the slit on the dark red tip
of his penis seemed to be leaking a clear fluid.  The thirteen year old
girl swallowed hard and tried to focus her mind elsewhere.

   "Spread your legs wider," Brad commanded her.  Connie felt her body
automatically obey him.  She wasn't even sure if she was the one that
controlled her body anymore.

   "Wider," Brad directed.  "Move your butt closer to the edge of the bed."


   Connie saw him step closer towards her until felt his leg against her
own.  When he shifted his hips slightly, she felt his penis, hot and erect,
push against her leg.  She couldn't help but glance at her brother's
midsection again.  Her curiousity was getting the better of her as she
studied his hairless pubic area.  His little penis jutted from his crotch
while the hairless and pebbled skin of his scrotum hung below.  For a
moment, she forgot she was looking at her little brother.  With some
effort, Connie divorced her mind from her body.

   "I can't get close enough," Brad said.  "What don't you lift your legs
straight up and scoot closer to the edge."

   Again, Connie automatically obeyed.  She lay flat on her back now, her
legs opening to a v-shape in midair.  Brad shifted his hips again and this
time she felt his penis press against her crotch, just inches from its
target.  She watched as Brad tried to aim his penis, clumsily banging into
her intimate parts.  She felt his hot penis poke at her clit because he was
aiming too high.  Then it nosed up against the left side of her slit.  She
watched Brad's face scrunch up in concentration as he determinedly thrust
his hips against her crotch.  His penis prodded low against her anal rose.
"He's getting close," Connie thought.

   Finally, Brad's penis found its target.  Connie felt him press against
her warm and moist opening.  Victoriously, his penis stabbed forward into
her vagina.  No longer a virgin, Connie gasped as his erect penis stretch
apart her vaginal tissue as he buried himself inside her warm hole.

   Connie's mental control broke down as she lost her virginity.  She was
now all too painfully aware that her eleven year old brother had just
penetrated her.  The young girl could feel her brother's crotch resting
against her own, his undeveloped testicles nestled against her butt.  She
could feel his penis hot inside her as her vagina unwillingly gripped it.

   "Okay, Brad," she said, her voice cracking as she started to panic.  She
started to squirm, trying to free herself from the penis inside her. 
"That's enough.  I don't care if you show that video..."

   She was cut off as Brad began to thrust against her.  "Oh my God,"
Connie thought, completely losing her nerve.  "My little brother is fucking
me."

   "Stop!  Stop it, Brad!" she yelled at him, still squirming.  But it was
no use.  Brad used his arms to hold her legs close against his chest.  She
was trapped.  She felt him fuck her, his thrusts short but forceful since
his penis was too small.  Connie could feel her vagina go empty as he
pulled out, only to be filled up again as he banged his crotch against her
own again and again.

   "Uh, uh," Brad panted as he fucked his sister.  "Oh God, oh God, uhh,
ummm," he moaned.

   Connie felt him plunge into her vagina one last time and then his penis
began to throb inside her.  Alarmed, she realized he was having an orgasm
after less than ten seconds inside her.  Connie tried to push him away but
it was no use.  His penis pulsed inside her as she felt something hot
against her inner walls.  "Oh God," Connie thought.  "He's ejaculating
inside me."

   His penis throbbed again and again.  Sickened, Connie watched her
brother's face wind up in pure pleasure as he came inside her.  Finally he
stopped, his limps arms no longer holding her legs tight.  Connie took the
opportunity to push him away.  She felt his penis slip free from her tight
hole, leaving her feeling strangely empty.

   "Get out of here!" she screamed at him, pulling her skirt down in a vain
attempt at modesty.  Brad stumbled away from the bed.  Connie was disgusted
to see his penis flop up and down as he moved.  In a daze, he awkwardly
stumbled into his pants and pulled them on.  Just like his finger the other
day, Brad's little two-inch penis glistened with a coating of fluid. 
Connie felt her anger rise again.  Not even letting him button up, she
shoved her brother out her bedroom door and slammed it shut.

   Alone now, she threw herself onto her bed and covered her face,
mortified.  "I am no longer a virgin," Connie thought to herself.  "I let
my little brother fuck me.  I'm dirty..." Tears rolled off her cheeks and
onto the bedspread.

   Cautiously, Connie reached her hand down between her legs and poked and
prodded to see if he had hurt her.  Nothing.  He was probably too small to
do any real harm to her.  She felt some wetness but when she examined her
fingers, she saw nothing but a clear fluid, not the blood that she was
expecting.

   Connie returned her hand between her legs, still exploring to see if she
was hurt.  Absentmindedly, her finger found her clit.  The thirteen year
old was surprised to feel a quiver of pleasure shoot through her young body
as she tickled her clit.  Casting aside what had just happened, Connie
concentrated on the pleasure as she began to masturbate.

   "It feels so good," Connie thought to herself.  She felt that familiar
yet uncontrollable and excited urge as she expertly stroked her clit.  The
pleasure began to envelope her body from head to toe.  Connie sprawled her
young body on the bed as her finger furiously worked her clit.

   "Ohhh, getting close," Connie murmured to herself.  Little pricks of
intense bliss were covering her thirteen year old body when she felt
something start to drip from her.  Still masturbating, Connie used her free
hand explore the pink opening to her vagina.  Her finger collected a dollop
of the fluid that was collecting there and brought her hand to her face to
examine it.  She was somewhat surprised to see a drop of thick, white fluid
on her finger.

   Her mind recalled her health classes when the teacher explained the
sexual process.  "It's Brad's semen," she thought as she studied to the
white fluid on her finger.  The thought of it on her finger made her feel
dirty but instead of embarrassment, the young girl instead felt a surge of
sexual excitement.  Perhaps it was because she was having some sort of
shock reaction.  Perhaps it was because her finger still danced frantically
on her clit.

   Whatever the reason, the thought of Brad's semen inside her vagina made
her ever more excite.  Pausing her masturbatory pleasure, Connie swiped a
dab of semen from her vagina before returning her finger to her clit.  The
added lubrication of Brad's semen let her finger slide delightfully against
her clit.  The naughtiness and dirtiness of using her brother's semen only
added to her lust.  With a moan of pleasure, Connie came hard.

   "Oh yeah, oh God, ohhh....  Oh, oh..." Connie wailed in bliss as the
orgasm washed over her.  All she could imagine was Brad's white semen
coated against her clit, pink and erect.  Each stroke of her finger
produced waves of ecstasy.

   "Oh God," was all Connie whispered as she finally stopped, exhausted. 
The thirteen year old lay still for a moment.  She let herself relax for a
few minutes before rolling off the bed and standing up.  Connie stumbled to
her dresser to find some clean underwear.  She was about to open the drawer
when a glint from behind the partially-shut closet door caught her eye.

   Connie opened the door and peered inside her closet.  Astonished, she
found a tripod and a camera among the clothes and shoes she had crammed
into the closet.  Looking closer, she realized that the camera was
recording and the tape was rolling.  Her eyes followed the line of vision
of the camera lens.  It was pointed straight at her bed.

   Connie was stunned.  The camera's point of view was from the foot of her
bed.  She had just masturbated and given the camera a perfect view.  She
wondered how long the camera had been in her closet.  She was aware that
Brad knew she rarely used her closet.

   And now he had another tape to blackmail her with.  Connie realized that
it was probably recording when he had sex with her too.  It would have made
the most sense to take the tape and erase its contents.

   Instead, Connie stopped the tape and rewound for three minutes, up to
the point when she found the tape.  Then, carefully, she closed the door as
much as she could before reaching in and pressing the "Record" button.  If
someone were to watch the tape now, they would never see the part where she
found the camera in the closet.  Connie went about her business, putting on
clean underwear and straightening the mussed-up sheets on her bed.  And
then she left the room, leaving the camera and the contents on the
videotape for Brad to find later.





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