Author: Sampson_Simpson2001 (sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com)

Title: The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 5: Family
Breakfast

Summary: Emmy's blackmailer takes her shame and humiliation to
the next level as he forces the sixteen year-old girl to perform
in a much more familiar and intimate environment. Emmy's older
brother has a shocking revelation about what kind of girl his
baby sister really is, and our blackmailer finally reveals
details about his identity.

Keywords: f-solo, blackmail, exhib, humil, reluc, nc, ws, inc

The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 5: Family Breakfast
(sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com)

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Thanks for all the feedback on Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 of the story!
Please don't hesitate to email me at
sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com to let me know what you think (the
more explicit, the better - I get off on reading what people have
to say!) and, most especially, if you have any suggestions about
what young Emily's blackmailer should force her to do, let me
know!

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The next morning, Sunday, Emmy woke early and showered. She
waited until she heard her brother stirring in the room next to
hers, and then she went to the package and took out the items the
blackmailer had ordered her to when he'd called her the previous
night. She laid the two dildos on the bed. Taking up the phone
that sat on her desk, she dialed the blackmailer and brought the
phone to her ear.

"Good morning, Emily," said the voice on the other end of the
phone. "Are you ready?"

Removing her towel, she brought her hands down to her pussy,
which she was surprised to discover was already wet. "Yes," Emmy
said. She opened Yahoo and turned on her webcam.

"Good, Emily, I can see you. Now get ready like we discussed last
night; it's almost time for breakfast." Emmy felt herself amazed
again at how much the man knew about her and her household; it
was almost unreal the way he knew the timing of things.

Her fingers slid into her damp crack and roamed around for a
moment, getting slick with her juices.

She thought back to the previous evening, after she'd returned
home from her bizarre, perverse outing. Emmy had felt disgusting
after what she'd been forced to do in the coffee shop. She'd
spent over two hours in the bathroom, scrubbing every inch of her
body and brushing her teeth several times, trying to get rid of
the taste of the construction workers' semen.

When she'd finally laid down in her bed to sleep, she'd no sooner
closed her eyes when the phone rang. She'd answered it quickly.

"What do you want?" she'd snarled into the phone.

"Just wanted to chat," the blackmailer had said playfully.

"I don't feel like it," Emmy had replied curtly. She'd been
furious at the way the blackmailer had tortured her at the coffee
shop, refusing to let her use the bathroom, forcing her to debase
herself in front of those boys.

"Awww, Emily, don't be like that. I think you enjoyed today more
than you're willing to accept, to me and to yourself."

"I fucking hated it," Emmy had said, staring up at her darkened
ceiling. "It was sick."

"Yes, it was sick," the voice on the phone had replied. "You
pissed yourself in front of a bunch of boys so young they
probably don't even have hair on their balls. How much do you
want to bet that was the first time any of those boys had ever
seen a pussy in the flesh before?"

Emmy had thought about it for a moment. He was probably right.

"I'll bet those boys spend the rest of their lives remembering
the girl in the Starbucks who spread her legs for them and let
them watch her as she orgasmed and pissed all over the place. I
bet they masturbate thinking about it for decades."

She sighed. "Yeah, probably."

"Just think about it, Emily. You've changed the lives of six
young boys, not to mention sixty-seven construction workers."

"Sixty-seven?!!" Emmy was shocked to hear the number presented to
her so starkly.

"Well, no. Sixty-two construction workers, two Starbucks
employees, that kid sitting near you, that old guy and the man
running the food cart across the street."

"Jesus," said Emmy. All she could remember was bobbing her mouth
up and down, feeling the spurts of semen entering her mouth, the
taste of each load of cum sliding down her throat. The taste,
each one different from the last.

Had it really been sixty-seven people?

"You know, taking average semen load quantities into account, you
probably swallowed more than an entire cup of semen this
morning," the man on the phone had told her. "Maybe more."

Emmy had closed her eyes and tried to imagine what eight ounces
of semen would look like.

"Well, anyway," the voice on the phone had said brightly, after a
moment's silence, "you'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow
morning's going to be another big one for you. Here's what I want
you to do."

And with that, he'd proceeded to give Emily a set of strict
instructions. Failure to follow them to the letter, he said,
would result in punishment - in exposing her perversity, her
darkest secrets, the sick things she'd done, to her family, her
friends, the schools she'd applied to.

Now, the next morning, Emmy looked at the dildos and asked
herself if all of this was really worth it. Would her blackmailer
ever really let her go? She'd been photographed and videotaped so
many times, by the strangers at the factory, by the construction
workers at the coffee shop, even by the boys she'd pissed in
front of. How could she even be sure that the video of those
interactions wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass?

She thought back to the photographs that had gotten this whole
sick mess started, thought back to the things she'd done to
herself. Thought of the long list of people the blackmailer had
threatened to send copies of those photographs to - her parents,
her grandparents, friends, teachers, the colleges she'd applied
to...the list went on and on. Then she remembered that the
blackmailer must have captured video of all of the things she'd
done since then - holding her asshole open and letting those
strangers line up to take turns jerking off into it; sucking
those dozens of cocks at the Starbucks... It was like everything
her blackmailer forced her to do just gave him more leverage over
her.

No, Emmy decided. In the end, he had too much on her by this
point - she was in way too deep. All she could hope was that
sooner or later he would grow tired of her and move on to someone
else. She just had to make it that far without having this whole
thing blow up in her face.

After a moment Emmy picked up one of the dildos and the lube and
squeezed out a dollop of the clear liquid onto the head.

Positioning herself so that the webcam could get a clear shot,
Emmy slid the dildo into her pussy, feeling it slide in farther
and farther until only the slightly widened nub was sticking out.


She looked at the webcam, saw her young face peeking over her
breasts at herself, saw the dildo fully inserted into her pussy.
Emmy took her hands away and found that the dildo stayed. She
reached for the other one and lubricated it from top to bottom.
Then, pulling her legs up and bending her knees until they
pressed against her breasts, she positioned the dildo against her
anus.

Pushing slowly, Emmy felt the cool plastic begin to penetrate
her. As she continued to push the pain came, sharp bursts as the
dildo slid farther up into her bowels. The sixteen year-old
continued to push, craning her head around her knees to watch on
her computer screen as the toy entered her bowels. Her eyes grew
wide as it slid farther and farther.

Finally Emmy found it difficult to slide the dildo in farther.
Still she pushed as hard as hard as she could manage, whimpering
a bit as her asshole gave way, until at last just the widened
base protruded. Both dildos were now fully inserted into her
asshole and vagina, the widened battery caps on the bases
stopping them from disappearing into her completely.

She reached for the tape and pulled off a medium-length strip.
Then, watching on the webcam, she affixed it to the small of her
back, bringing it down across her anus, then up across her vagina
until it reached her belly button. She pressed the tape down,
making sure it was on strong. Then Emmy repeated the process a
few more times, covering the area and firmly containing the
dildos inside of her.

"Good, Emily," said the voice on the phone. "Your parents should
be leaving the house soon for their open house. Now get dressed
and go down for breakfast." As he hung up the phone, Emmy
marveled again at the extent of his information. Emmy's parents
were indeed attending an open house this morning and weren't due
back until the afternoon.

Emmy got to her feet, feeling a bit unsteady because of the
plastic inside of her. She took a few steps, getting the feel of
the dildos inside of her, then reached for the plaid skirt the
blackmailer had sent her, sliding it on. It fit perfectly at the
waist, although, looking at herself in the mirror, it was really
short. The skirt barely came down more than five inches down her
waist, stopping two-thirds of the way down her thigh. It was the
kind of skirt she'd never let her parents see her wearing.

She heard the front door slam and her parents' car starting in
the driveway. They were gone. Through the wall she heard her
brother moving around, getting dressed. Emmy got dressed herself,
pulling out the tee-shirt that had arrived in the package and
pulling it on without a bra, as the blackmailer had ordered her
to do.

Jesus, she thought, sliding the fabric over her head. The shirt
was way too small. She pulled it on, stretching it across her
exposed breasts and pulling it down as far as it would go on her
young body; as it was the shirt didn't even come down to her
belly button.

Emmy looked at herself in the mirror. The outfit, she had to
admit, actually didn't look half bad; it was pretty cute, but on
the other hand, she thought, it was definitely slutty as hell.

She turned around, checking to see whether the dildos were
visible. Arching her neck, she saw that while standing, the
dildos couldn't really be seen. Bending over, however, she found
that they immediately became very visible round bumps in her
skirt, even through the tape that was holding them down. Emmy
sighed. There was nothing she could do about it but try to avoid
a situation where she'd have to bend over.

Her hair she pulled back into pigtails as her blackmailer had
instructed, and then, after one final check in the mirror, headed
downstairs, walking gingerly down the staircase, each step she
took making the dildo in her ass push in a bit and then slide out
a bit.

Her brother was already at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of
cereal and drinking a cup of coffee while he read the newspaper.
He didn't look up as Emmy came into the kitchen.

"Hey big brother," she said.

"Hey, sis" he replied. Taking a sip of his coffee. Emmy glanced
at him as she crossed the room and took a bowl down from the
cabinet. He still hadn't noticed her. She was glad; the dildos in
her pussy and asshole made it hard for her to walk and she was
afraid that he'd notice.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked suddenly. Emmy froze in place.
He'd noticed. "You're walking like you've got a stick up your
ass."

Emmy laughed, trying to sound as casual as she could. "Just had a
rough time in P.E. on Friday, that's all." Grabbing the bowl and
a coffee cup from the cabinet, she turned back to see that Brian
was no longer reading the newspaper; his eyes were on her. Emmy
tried to stop herself from blushing as she realized that her own
brother was seeing her in an outfit like this, her braless
breasts sharply profiled in the tight, stretchy tee shirt and her
skirt barely covering the lower curve of her ass.

She sat down at the table as gingerly as she could. Even so, as
her buttocks came to rest on the cushioned chair, the dildos in
her ass and pussy were pushed even harder and deeper inside of
her, causing her to gasp a bit. Her brother Brian raised an
eyebrow at her as she set the blackmailer's phone down on the
table next to her as she'd been ordered to do.

On the table was a gallon of milk and a box of Fruit Loops. Brian
was halfway through a bowl.

Emmy reached for the coffee and was pouring it into her cup,
trying not to notice that her brother kept glancing in the
general direction of her breasts. With her nipples soft, they
weren't visible through the fabric, but she'd learned at the
mirror that once they got erect, they poked right up through the
thin top, obscenely obvious.

She'd just finished pouring the coffee when the blackmailer's
phone rang. Emmy jumped at the sound of it, feeling her breasts
bounce in the tee-shirt. She snatched it up and answered it as
casually as she could.

"Hey," she said. "How's it going?"

"It's going good," said the blackmailer. "I can see you where
you're sitting."

Emmy's eyes went wide and she forced herself not to look around
the room.

"No shit," said Emmy. "Seriously?" She glanced at her brother. He
was reading the newspaper again, but stealing glances at her ever
few seconds.

"Seriously," said the voice on the phone. "Now listen to me. At
the touch of a knob I can get both of those dildos between your
legs vibrating as fast as I want to - and trust me, they go
pretty fast."

Emmy didn't say anything for a moment as the reality of what he
was saying sank in, as the realization of what he might be
planning took hold.

"Wow," said Emmy.

"Wow indeed," said the blackmailer. "Now, here's what you're
going to do. You're going to get up and get yourself a bowl of
Cheerios." The cereal was on the bottom shelf, directly across
from where her brother Brian was sitting.

Emmy realized that if she had to bend down to get the cereal from
the cabinet where her parents kept it, her brother would be able
to clearly see the round bases of the two dildos inside of her;
if she squatted down to get it, though, there was a good chance
she'd pull the tape loose and the dildos might come falling right
out of her.

"Can't," Emily tried to say casually, but inside she was anything
but. There it was - a line in the sand. "Sorry," she added
hastily.

The voice on the other side of the phone sounded cheerful. "No,
you're not. But you're about to be. You don't get to say no to
me." Emmy heard the phone click off in her ear but kept it there
a second longer.

"OK," she said to no one, trying to sound less panicked than she
suddenly was. "Talk to you in a bit."

She set down the phone.

Almost immediately Emmy felt a bizarre stirring in her gut that
flickered up her stomach and down her legs and arms to her
fingertips. In an instant she realized what it was; the
blackmailer had activated the vibrator in her pussy.

The realization came across her in a wave, as did the pleasure
coming from her groin. The vibrator in her pussy was vibrating
slowly, making her feel hot and causing her to immediately start
squirming in her chair.

The humiliation was sudden and intense, and it came along with
incredible pleasure. Emmy could feel her face hot, flushed, as
she squirmed in her seat. Brian was watching her intently with a
look of confusion and disbelief on his face.

"Are you ok?" he asked. "What's wrong with you?

"Nothing," Emily almost moaned. "I'm...f-fine."

Her phone rang quietly in front of her, a new text message. She
snatched it up and looked at the message.

"Get the Cheerios now," it said.

Suddenly the vibration in her pussy stopped. The relief crashed
over Emmy, the sudden absence of the sensation palpable. She
tried to control her breathing as she got to her feet, dizzy.

"I'm gonna get some Cheerios," she said, breathless. She turned
to the cabinet. The moment was on her - bend and expose the
bulges in her skirt, or squat and, she was sure, rip off the
tape. The latter seemed to be the more impossibly humiliating
option of the two, so Emmy steeled up her resolve and bent over
toward the cabinet.

The sixteen year old girl could almost feel her brother's eyes on
her ass like two smoldering embers as she opened the cabinet and
fished around for the cereal. Where was it? She pushed aside the
boxes in the front and felt around the back of the cabinet. She
could feel the fabric of her skirt stretching so tightly across
the dildos protruding from her vagina and anus that it actually
drove them slightly deeper into of her.

Finally her fingers seized on a box and she pulled it out.
Cheerios. Her sigh of relief was audible as she got to her feet
and turned back toward the table.

Brian's eyes were completely focused on her ass. As she turned
Emmy saw his eyes rise suddenly from her waist to her eyes, a
guilty look on his face. His eyes searched hers for a moment,
Emmy trying to figure out if her brother had really just seen the
two dildos inside of her, and her brother wondering whether she'd
caught him looking at them. Both seemed to realize at the exact
same moment that what had just happened had actually happened.

Emmy returned to the table, silent, her face completely flushed,
utterly humiliated. She was sure that Brian had seen the two
dildos inside of her and was either wondering what they were or,
even worse, had already figured it out. No sooner had she sat
down, her ears throbbing with the rushing sound of blood as her
face flushed even darker red, the dildo in her ass began to
vibrate slowly.

The thin fabric on the dining room chair wasn't enough to stifle
the sound of the hard plastic base of the dildo rubbing vibrating
against it, and the noise filled the room. Emmy shrank in her
seat as she felt the anal dildo buzz inside of her and heard the
sound. Again, although less extreme than before, waves of
pleasure began to wash over her, in spite of her brother watching
her quizzically, his coffee and cereal long forgotten.

"What the hell is that sound?" he asked. Emmy squirmed in her
seat, slamming her ass down hard on the dildo, pressing it flat
against the fabric of the chair so that the sound was muffled.

"I dunno," said the girl, feeling the vibrations filling her
bowels and moving up through her body. No sooner had she muffled
the noise of the dildo in her ass, shoving herself down onto it
as hard as she could, driving it farther into her young body, the
one in her vagina started up again. She knew the blackmailer was
having fun watching her squirm in front of her older brother.

Again and again the waves of pleasure rolled over Emmy. She tried
to act natural as she reached for the cereal, but her shaky hands
spilled the cereal around her bowl, further drawing her brother's
attention. He was staring frankly at her, the look on his face
difficult to read. It looked like a mixture of disgust and
curiosity, and something else - something hungry.

As she reached for the milk the vibrations in both of her holes
started coming faster and harder; Emmy could feel the change in
intensity as it shook her entire body. Her pussy felt like it
must be soaking wet, the buzzing in her crotch activating every
nerve ending in her body, turning her super-sensitive.

With horror Emmy realized that her nipples had become hard. She
tried to position the cereal so it was blocking her tightly-clad
breasts from her brother, but the napkin holder was in that spot
and moving it would have been awkward. She put the box back down
as she felt her nipples getting more and more erect, pressing out
against the taut fabric.

Her brother slowly spooned cereal into his mouth and pretended to
read the newspaper, his eyes the whole time on her breasts.
Emmy's face flushed all the way down her neck and into her shirt
as the vibrators drove her levels of pleasure higher and higher,
knowing that her brother had seen both the dildos in her pussy
and ass and her now rock-hard nipples which cut through the thin
fabric like embossment. The sixteen year-old stole a glance
downward; her nipples were stretched so tight on the thin fabric
that even the areola around them was faintly visible; it was
obscene, and every time she glanced up at her older brother, his
eyes were affixed to them like magnets.

Did he know? Had he realized, in whole or in part, what was going
on? Emmy could barely think straight as the vibrators inside of
her did their work. She was beyond horny at this point; her pussy
and asshole, soaking in the juices trapped inside the tape, felt
like they were going to explode with the sexual pressure that was
building up inside of her. Her left hand, below the table, she
had to physically restrain from lifting up and pinching her erect
nipples. Instead she crammed a mouthful of Cheerios into her
mouth.

Suddenly the vibrators went full-throttle. Emmy could barely see
straight; everything in front of her face looked blurry as her
eyes lost focus. She chewed the Cheerios slowly, idly, as the
pleasure washed over her. With a start she realized the she was
moaning. She looked up in shock and embarrassment at Brian.

Her brother was staring at her, not even remotely trying to hide
his interest.

"Mmm," she said. "I totally love Cheerio-ooh!" Her words turned
into a squeal of pleasure as an orgasm began to build up inside
of her. "Mmmmm," she moaned, spooning another mouthful into her
mouth. She tried to contain herself, feeling her brother's eyes
burning through her as she began to crest into her climax.

Her own brother was about to watch her orgasm; the awareness of
that, the humiliation that Emmy was feeling, suddenly began to
pour back into her, began to reinforce the vibrating between her
legs, to drive her toward her peak, faster and faster. Her own
brother was looking at her erect nipples. Her own brother had
seen the bulges of two dildos, one in her pussy and one in her
asshole. And her own brother had watched her go from a normal
personal a slavering mess, moaning as she ate her Cheerios.

Underneath the table Emmy realized that her left hand was moving,
as if of its own will; as the pressure in her built and built she
couldn't control it, and her hand slid underneath her skirt,
coming to rest on the tape above her clitoris. Hiking the skirt
back and spreading her legs underneath the table, she rubbed her
clitoris through the tape as the vibrators inside of her brought
her to the breaking point. She didn't care now if Brian knew; she
didn't care if he saw her tits hard and tight in the too-small
tee. She didn't care, she just wanted to cum so bad, here and
now.

The phone buzzed again, another text message.

Without stopping the work she was doing to herself with her left
hand, she picked up the phone and looked at it, conscious of her
brother staring at her.

"Knock the milk over." it said.

The pressure inside of Emmy was incredible, intense, maddening.
She wanted to obey this man, this anonymous stranger on the other
end of the phone who brought her over and over again to these
climaxes, who unlocked her darkest fantasies and secrets and
desires and made them real. With her right hand Emmy reached for
the milk, tipping the half-gallon jug, spilling it across the
table. It poured across her older brother's side of the table and
dripped onto the floor.

"Shit, sis!" he said, jumping back.

"Sorry," she almost moaned, her left hand still working as fast
as it could underneath the table. "I'm so...ungh....clumsy
today..."

"Forget it," he said. "I'll get it." He stood up and crossed the
kitchen, taking up a towel and wetting it at the sink. Bringing
it back to the table, he first sopped up the spilled milk on the
kitchen table and then crouched underneath the table to get the
rest.

As if on cue, Emmy began to come, her orgasm welling up inside of
her like a hot spring, finally giving way as her fingers stroked
her clitoris through the fabric. As the climax washed over her,
stunning with its intensity, Brian knelt under the table,
supposedly cleaning up the spilled milk. The sixteen year-old
girl knew her big brother was watching her hands beneath the
table, staring at the strap of tape that ran between her legs, up
across her pussy to her belly button, seeing the bulge at her
cunt that was the vibrator. The vibrating plastic pushed her
farther and farther into the throes of passion, into complete
rutting abandon.

As the sixteen year-old girl climaxed, knowing her brother was
watching her crotch from under the table, Emmy's right hand came
up to her breast, squeezing the nipple through the fabric,
pinching it hard. She bit her tongue. The vibrators continued to
buzz away, carrying her along in a wave of mindless rapture.

Through the orgasmic haze, Suddenly Emmy felt an intense pressure
building up in her groin, and before she could stop herself, she
shot a substantial stream of piss into the tape enclosure that
held the dildos in place.

"Oh my GOD," she moaned. "Oh fuck! FUCK!"

Still the toys in her pussy and asshole vibrated, taking her
orgasm farther and farther. Emmy leaned back in her chair, the
pleasure unstoppable, pulling her shirt up, grabbing her naked
breast and bringing it up to her mouth, sucking hard on it, teeth
biting down on her erect nipple as wave after wave of orgasm
rocked her body.

Emmy's eyes flittered down, past the breast in her mouth, past
her crotch where her hand feverishly rubbed at her clitoris
through the tape, to the floor underneath the table. The spilled
milk lay forgotten in a wide pool on the floor and her brother
Brian kneeled in front of her spread legs, mesmerized, spellbound
by the sight of his sister masturbating in front of him at the
kitchen table. From his vantage point he had a clear view of both
her crotch and the breast in her mouth. Humiliated, Emmy slid her
left hand from her clitoris, gripping the side of the chair as a
renewed wave of uncontrollable rapture spread over her.

For the briefest of seconds, their eyes met. Emmy's face, flush
and contorted, looked into her older brother's, his full of shock
and fascination. At that very moment the tape, soaked through
with urine and vaginal fluids, tore away, the pressure of her
pussy and ass pushing back against the dildos filling them too
much to bear. It peeled off, starting at the top near her belly
button and falling away in an instant. The sixteen year-old's
eyes went wide as the tape peeled off, her legs spread, her
engorged pussy completely exposed to her older brother. The piss
dribbled down off the tape, soaking into the upholstery of the
chair and spilling onto the floor beneath the table.

No sooner had the tape come off than a renewed surge of pressure
welled up inside of Emmy and again a squirt of urine shot from
her pussy, and then another, splashing onto the floor underneath
the table and narrowly missing Brian, hypnotized by the obscene,
impossible sight in front of his eyes. The spasms in her pussy
squeezed at the dildo and the young girl, helpless, felt it begin
to slide out. She reached for it but the toy, slick with her
pussy juices and the lube she'd coated it with, slid between her
fingers and fell on the kitchen floor, rattling obscenely across
the tile floor away from her.

In an instant Emmy's world came crashing back down around her.
The vibrations in her pussy now gone, the reality of the
situation slammed her like a freight train. The climax subsided
as quickly as it had come. Blinded by the sudden and delayed
humiliation, Emmy jumped to her feet, her breast still hanging
out from her lifted tee-shirt, and ran from the kitchen. As she
mounted the stairs, already sobbing, the dildo in her ass slid
out, bouncing down two stairs and coming to rest at the bottom,
buzzing around on the floor at the foot of the stairs.

She slammed her door behind her and threw herself on the bed,
buried her face in the blankets and wailed as the shame of what
she had just done washed over her, the knowledge that it was
irreversible, that what she had just shown her brother, what he
had just watched with undisguised arousal, would always be
between them, that every time he looked at her, he'd see her
shaved pussy, dripping with piss, as a six-inch vibrator slid out
of it and fell to the kitchen floor, and every time she looked at
him, she'd see his eyes, fixated on her shame, soaking it in like
he was hungry for it.

Emmy cried and cried, burying her face deep into the thick
blankets on her bed. She was horrible, she knew, a completely
disgusting whore. She'd done something so sick, so horribly
wrong, that it would likely change her life forever, and the
whole time she'd gotten so caught up in it, so tied to the
moment, that she'd enjoyed it. Sobs racked her young, nubile body
as she realized that it was Brian watching her that had driven
her orgasm so far and for so long, not just the vibrators between
her legs. She was filthy, sickening. All the things she'd done
since this had all started came back to her in bright, vivid
flashes, and they all ended the same way - Emmy bucking and
writhing under the throes of orgasms more powerful than any she'd
ever had before in her life, orgasms so incredible that they
permeated every tiny stitch of the fabric of her being, took
desire and passion and lust and mixed it all together with shame
and humiliation.

Through the covers, past the sound of her sobs, Emmy heard a
noise that made her heart stop. The blackmailer's phone was
ringing, and the sound was coming closer, getting louder. She'd
left it downstairs! She quieted herself as she heard a soft
shuffle outside her door. The ringing sounded like it was right
out there, as well. She got to her feet and moved to the door.
After a moment she heard her brother's door open and close.

Quickly Emmy opened the door. Outside, on the floor outside her
room, was the blackmailer's phone, still ringing. Emmy's face
flushed with renewed shame, humiliation and embarrassment as she
saw that her older brother had set down the two dildos next to
the phone. The tape was nowhere to be seen.

Emmy snatched up the dildos and the phone and brought them into
her room, shutting the door behind her as quietly as she could,
throwing the hateful dildos on the bed and pulling the phone to
her ear.

Still crying, Emmy answered the phone, burying herself in the
blankets and answering it.

"What?" she snapped between sobs.

"Amazing, Emily!" said the voice of her blackmailer. "Again,
you've completely outdone yourself! Your ability to debase and
degrade yourself never ceases to amaze me."

"You bastard," she wailed into the phone. "You fucking bastard!"
Her cries, muffled in the blankets, slowed to sobs.

"Did you enjoy yourself there, Emmy?" asked the blackmailer, his
voice filled with mirth. "Did you enjoy that , rutting like that,
losing yourself completely?"

"No!" Emmy cried. "I fucking hated it! It made me fucking sick,
you mother fucker!"

The blackmailer laughed on the other end of the line.

"Emily, Emily," he said. "Go look at your computer."

Her face burning, Emmy got up and turned to the screen. Her
webcam was still broadcasting from earlier; there were still
hundreds of people watching her sobbing, wailing on the phone to
her tormenter. She closed it quickly.

"Yeah, so what?" The sixteen year-old restrained a sob, wiping
her nose with her hand.

"Open your email," said the voice on the phone.

Emmy did, and found four new messages in her inbox. Each one
contained a video file. Emmy opened the first one, and her heart
literally started pounding so hard that she thought it would
explode.

She was looking at video feed of her kitchen. It was impossible,
completely beyond belief, but it was true - Emmy was watching the
kitchen table from a perspective above and behind Emmy's seat. On
the chair, the sixteen year-old watched her hand slide across the
table and spill the milk. Watched her brother slide down
underneath the table with the rag in his hand. Watched herself
cumming in front of him. From the angle of the camera, Emmy could
see him lower himself down underneath the table and immediately
stare at her crotch. The expression on his face moved from
incredulity and disbelief to interest and fascination.

In a rush Emmy closed the file.

"Look at the rest," said the man.

"Who the fuck are you?" Emmy snapped. "How are you doing this?"

"Okay, Emily. You've been a good little slut this entire time,
constantly exceeding my expectations, so I'll let you in on the
secret."

Emmy waited. Finally he spoke.

"I'm a spook, Emily."

"What?" she asked.

"I work for the government," he said. "Off the books. And I have
access to a lot of expensive technology and expertise. A lot."

Emmy suddenly sat upright, looking around her bedroom.

"Can you see me right now?" she asked. "Are you watching me?"

"Of course," he said. "I've installed hidden cameras in every
room in your house. Really good ones, too, top of the line."

"But why?" she asked, her tears forgotten.

"Because I can, and because I'm bored," he said. "And because I
like to see girls like you discover what filthy, disgusting
little sluts they are." Emmy said nothing. "And you are a filthy,
disgusting slut, Emily." Still she said nothing.

"Say it," he said.

"What?"

"Say it," he said. There was a long pause.

"I'm a filthy, disgusting slut."

"Yes, you are," he said. "You know you're a worthless human
being, Emily. You'll let anyone do anything to you, and you like
it. You like being watched, being used. You like knowing that men
are spilling their semen for you, in person and online, because
you know that's the only thing you're good for - making guys
ejaculate."

Emmy was sobbing again.

"Now watch the rest of these," said the man. "I want you to see
what you looked like when you came. I want you to see your older
brother watching you and knowing that at that moment, however
wrong it was, he wanted his cock inside of you, and so did you."

The girl cried as she opened the next video file, watching the
entire contents. Over and over she saw the incident play out from
angle after angle; one shot showed her pussy clearly underneath
the table. Even when her brother knelt under the table and
watched her it didn't obstruct the camera's view of Emmy working.
The camera was, indeed, high-quality; it caught the entire
incident in grisly detail and Emmy knew that she was watching the
exact same thing that her older brother had seen.

"Masturbate," said the man on the phone as she was watching the
second video. "I know watching this is making you horny, you
filthy slut."

Shame washed over Emmy again; she was, indeed, aroused. He knew
everything about her, this government man; he knew what made her
tick, what made her hot. She worked at her pussy and ass with
both hands as she watched that video, then moved on to the third.
This angle was farther back, showing Emmy in her entirety, the
table splitting the shot down the middle. Beneath the table she
saw again her masturbation in front of her brother, saw the tape
slide free, saw her piss squirting uncontrollably, covering the
kitchen floor. Saw the dildo sliding down. Saw herself standing
and running out of the room; she even saw the dildo slip from her
ass, bouncing down the stairs with the tape still attached. It
was a beautiful camera angle.

This video file ran longer than the others, though. There was
more. From this angle she could see, once she ran out of the
room, her brother climb up from underneath the table and sit down
in the chair for a moment, seemingly stunned. Then she saw him
reach down underneath the table and come up with the dildo that
had slipped from her pussy. He stood, walked to the staircase,
and picked up the one that had slipped from her ass, pulling the
tape off and balling it up.

He brought them both back to the kitchen table and laid them
there, looking at them for a moment. Emmy's hand was working over
her clit as she watched this, glancing over to her bed where the
dildos now lay idle. Dragging her eyes back to the computer
screen, Emmy's heart jumped when she saw her brother pick up one
of the dildos and examine it. He brought it close to his face.
Emmy realized he was sniffing it. The sixteen year-old girl
watched in horror as her older brother brought the dildo to his
mouth and slid it in.

It was sick! Emmy was revolted, watching her brother licking and
sucking clean the dildo that had been inside of her. At the same
time the burning between her legs beckoned, her hands tiring.
Emmy looked again to the dildos on her bed. In an instant she
snatched impulsively. Lying back on the bed Emmy watched as her
brother repeated the process, licking clean the other dildo. As
he slid it into his mouth she slid the one in her hand into her
cunt, sliding it all the way in. As if on cue, the dildo started
to vibrate.

"See? Having someone watch your every move has its perks," said
the man on the phone.

 The sixteen year-old girl watched as her older brother reached
down, unzipped his pants, and reached inside. Emmy knew she
should look away as her brother pulled out his cock, but she was
mesmerized. He drew out his penis, rock hard and surprisingly
large, and began to jerk it off. He held the dildo in his hand,
licking it as he stroked. After just minutes he suddenly
tightened up, his rhythm increasing, and fired off a load of
sperm that splashed across the entire breakfast table.

The vibrator in her pussy filled her with lust, arousal and
self-loathing, mixed together.

"You know what to do with the other dildo, Emily," he said. "Tell
me."

"I'm going to put it in my ass," Emmy said.

She clicked open the fourth video. This one was taken from behind
Emmy and focused on her brother, Emmy in the foreground, facing
him. It caught with remarkable clarity his shift underneath the
table and the way he'd watched as his sixteen year-old sister had
masturbated across from him. Emmy took the slicked-up dildo from
her pussy and slid it into her ass, her juices slippery. It slid
in with little trouble, sliding all the way up to the hilt. Again
the vibration started.

Both dildos humming away, Emmy watched Brian watch her
masturbate, and she started to plunge each of the toys in and out
of her, alternating her pussy and ass like a two-cylinder engine.


"You're loving this," said the man on the phone. "Tell me."

"Oh my god," said Emmy, the waves coming from within her
overpowering her, sending her back, back, into the place where
she had no control, where she had no power, where she was nothing
more than a cum-hungry whore, good for nothing but making
strangers ejaculate. "Oh my god, I love this."

"Tell me about your brother," he said. On the screen, Emmy
watched from up close as her brother pulled his cock out of his
pants, saw his balls and scrotum and shaft with brutal sharpness.
"Would you let him cum inside of you?"

Slamming the vibrators in and out, Emmy cried out "Yes!"

"Say it, you fucking slut! Say it!"

"Yes!" shouted Emmy. "Yes!" The vibrators slamming inside and out
of her had done their work; her insides were on fire, and it was
spreading through her body like she was made of nothing but
tinder. As the orgasm washed over the sixteen year-old girl she
cried "Yes! I'd let Brian cum inside of me!" As she climaxed the
pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami, fireworks going off
behind her eyes and across her skin. She knew that her brother
could hear her through the thin walls, and she didn't care. She
wanted him to hear, wanted him to know what he could do to her,
if he had the courage to ask.

"Where?" asked the man. "Say where!"

"I'd let Brian cum anywhere in me! In my mouth, in my pussy, in
my ass, anywhere!" On the screen in front of her she saw him
stiffen and saw the sperm blast out across the kitchen table in
broad spurts, and as she masturbated herself across the orgasm,
she wanted her brother's semen inside of her mouth.

Finally the orgasm subsided. Emmy fell back on her bed, quivering
and shaking. On her chair was a spreading pool of her vaginal
fluids she'd leaked from her pussy. Past the rushing sound of
blood in her ears she heard her brother's door open and shut
again. She heard him head down the stairs and then the front door
slammed open and closed. He was gone.

Emmy lay back on the bed.

"You fucker," she said, softly.

"You whore," he said. "You love this."

"When are you going to let me go?" she asked. "I've done
everything you asked and more. I deserve to know."

"I promise you Emily, I'll only need you for a few further
engagements."

"A few?"

"A few," he said. "And then we'll call it even."

Just a few more times, Emmy thought. A few more times and then
he'll let me go.

"But Emily?" he said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I'm really going to work you hard these last few times," he
said. "It's going to make all of this look like foreplay."

"What does that-" Emmy started, but she heard the phone click.
The blackmailer was gone. She looked at the dark phone, then at
the computer, at the four video files in her mailbox, and then at
the dildos. The house was empty, she thought to herself, reaching
for the vibrators again.