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 The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 6: Brotherly Love
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young Emily's blackmailer should force her to do, let me know!

   The four days since the bizarre incident at the breakfast table had been
weird, to say the least, for Brian Lawrence, Emmy's older brother.

   After the first day, which he'd spent smoking pot at the abandoned Boy
Scout camp and trying to wrap his head around what had just happened at the
breakfast table, it had all started to seem like a dream - something so
impossible that it couldn't actually have happened.  During the daytime he
did his best to forget that it had happened.

   But at night, lying in his bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Emmy,
running it all through his mind and trying to make sense of it all.

   Had he really seen it?  Had it really happened?  His mind flashed back
to that insane, crazy moment where all of his confusion gelled into stunned
realization, when he'd climbed under the table to clean up the spilled milk
and looked up to see his kid sister's crotch, covered in what looked like
thick strips of tape, with two round bulges - bulges that he'd known
instantly were dildos.

   In that one moment everything in his entire world shifted.  Looking up
from the forgotten milk on the kitchen floor, he had looked up to see
something no brother should ever see - his sixteen year-old sister, her
vagina and asshole penetrated, frantically stroking her clitoris with one
hand while lifting a breast to her eager lips and tongue with the other.

   What had completely blown his mind, though, was the moment of eye
contact they had shared - a moment that had haunted the boy's thoughts
continually during the four days that passed.  His little sister Emmy had
stared straight into his eyes and masturbated herself to an overpowering
finish - an orgasm so strong that she'd squirted a stream of piss onto the
floor directly in front of Brian.

   Lying in bed, thinking about what had happened, Brian would inevitably
feel his cock getting hard, and he would think about what he'd done after
Emmy had fled the kitchen - how he'd retrieved the two dildos from the
floor and found them both slick with his sister's juices, overwhelmingly
aromatic.

   The smell of fresh fluids had been overwhelming; before he'd realized
what he was doing he'd licked one of them and once he'd gotten the taste of
his sister in his mouth he couldn't stop, sucking both dildos completely
clean.  Brian had become so horny by the time he finished on the dildos,
the shock of the incident still fresh, that he'd taken out his dick right
then and, not caring if his sister saw him, jerked off until he'd covered
their kitchen table in semen.

   Immediately afterwards the shame had come, and it had stayed with him
while he'd cleaned up his mess, and hers.  But the thing that Brian just
couldn't get out of his head was what he'd heard from Emmy's bedroom later,
after he'd cleaned up and left the ringing phone and the two dildos outside
her door.

   Sitting on his bed, trying to wrap his head around what had just
happened, he'd heard his sister talking to someone on the phone; putting
his head to the wall, he could hear her side of the conversation clearly -
and although his face had grown red with shame, he'd been unable to tear
himself away from the sound of his younger sister masturbating.

   And then, so loud he could have heard it from the kitchen, Brian had
heard his sister shout, "I'd let Brian cum anywhere in me!  In my mouth, in
my pussy, in my ass, anywhere!"

   Those words echoed in his ears; every time he let his mind focus on
them, his thoughts immediately began to turn toward his sister's orifices -
her young mouth, her pussy.  With particular guilt and shame he thought
about her asshole; he wondered if anyone had ever been inside of it, and
what it would have felt like.

   That was usually what he had been thinking about as he masturbated,
lying in his bed at night, over and over again: ejaculating inside of his
younger sister.  Every time he had an orgasm, imagining that the sperm
leaving his cock was entering his sister Emmy, stars exploded behind his
head and he fired huge, sticky globs of semen, thicker than any he could
remember.  And every time, as the sperm lay on his naked stomach, cooling
in the darkness, he felt a mixture of shame and guilt washing over him at
the things he had fantasized about.  Yet every day his mind wandered and
every night he came back to the same thing - masturbating and thinking
about his teenage sister.

   Tonight he'd retreated to his room early, almost immediately after
dinner.  Every moment Brian spent at the table with his parents and Emmy
made him feel like he would explode; his memories of the spilled milk, his
sister's suddenly exposed pussy and asshole, the taste of her juices on the
dildos...it all mixed together and ruined his appetite.  He fastidiously
avoided eye contact with his sister, eating his food quickly and retreating
to his bedroom.

   Brian lay on his bed with his arms folded behind his head, listening to
Pink Floyd.  He'd snuck off to the attic for a quick joint immediately
after dinner and he felt lightheaded, comfortable.  His cock was semi-firm;
his thoughts had already begun to coalesce on his younger sister.

   The doorknob of his door began to turn with a soft rattle.  He leaned up
on one arm and watched as the door opened and - he gulped, his mouth
suddenly dry - his younger sister, dressed in a bathrobe, slipped through
the door into his room, closing it quickly behind her and clicking the
lock.

   The 21 year-old felt his lungs begin to constrict, his heartbeat to
quicken, as he opened his mouth and croaked, "Listen, Emmy..."

   That was all he'd managed to say before she had smoothly undone the sash
of the bathrobe at her waist and let it fall to his bedroom floor.

   * * * * *

   One day earlier, Emmy had been lying on her own bed, thinking about many
of the same things her brother was thinking about on the other side of the
adjoining wall, when the blackmailer's phone had rung.

   "What?" the teenager answered, trying to put a brusque edge on her voice
to hide what she couldn't deny she was feeling - anticipation.

   "I have a very simple task for you, Emily," said the blackmailer.

   "Oh, what, like suck fifty guy's cocks?" she snapped.  Already her pulse
was quickening, her skin growing cool.

   "No, just one cock.  You have until midnight tomorrow night to suck it."

   Emmy almost wanted to laugh.  After all of the fucked-up shit her
blackmailer her put her through, asking her to suck one cock seemed like
one small step up from a free pass.

   "Fine," she said.  "One cock.  Where do I have to go this time?" she
asked.

   "Not far.  Your older brother's bedroom, in fact."

   The shock of the statement bowled the sixteen year-old girl over like a
bus.  She stammered in stunned disbelief.

   "Your task is to suck your brother's dick, Emily.  And swallow a load
from his cock."

   "B-but," the girl stammered, "what if he won't let me?"

   "You're going to have to make sure that he will," said the blackmailer.
"You have until the deadline to do the deed.  I'll be watching, of course -
so you're not really going to have any options."

   The tears were already flowing from Emmy's eyes.  What had she done to
deserve this?  All she'd done was post a few naked pictures of herself on a
bulletin board and now she was being forced to do so many terrible things,
things she'd never be able to forget, things that would change her and now,
it seemed, her relationships with the people around her, forever.

   "You bastard," she said, sniffling away a round of tears.  "That's
fucking bullshit!"

   The blackmailer laughed.  "Life isn't always fair, Emily.  You have
until midnight tomorrow to suck your brother Brian's cock, so you'd better
get started."

   The phone clicked in her ears and Emmy held it in her hands and stared
at it through the tears, hatred welling up inside of her.  The things he'd
forced her to do so far had been some of the most humiliating, degrading
things she'd done in her life, but she'd hoped, prayed, that somehow she'd
be able to put them behind her somehow, move on with her life.

   But now she knew her life would never go back to normal.

   * * * * *

   Brian Lawrence felt like he had something stuck in his throat; he kept
gasping for breath and finding his chest so constricted with panic, his
heart beating so quickly, that he couldn't draw the air.

   Standing in his bedroom, three feet from his bed, was his sixteen
year-old sister, completely naked.  In shock, Brian felt his eyes
involuntarily crawl across Emmy's body, taking in the details and sending
them to his brain in vivid flashes: her breasts, ample and full, her perky
nipples, already erect; her pussy, shaved entirely bald except for a tiny
swath at the top.  All of these parts of her he knew he was not supposed to
be seeing like this, and yet he was.

   After letting him watch her for a few seconds, Emmy took a few short
steps, then kneeled down on the floor next to the bed.  As Brian looked at
his sister their eyes met and for a long moment.

   Then, without a word, Emmy reached forward and grasped the waistband of
his sweatpants and underwear.  Brian's pulse began racing full-speed, his
heart pounding against his chest.

   Smoothly, swiftly, the sixteen year-old girl pulled down her older
brother's bottoms, exposing his cock.  Brian's eyes flickered to it, lying
semi-erect on his chest, and then to his sister's face, and back again. 
Already he was getting hard.

   "Em," he croaked.  "Wait-"

   "Shhh," she whispered, looking up at him again.  "It's ok." And without
another word, he felt a chill run through his entire body as his sister
grasped his cock in her hands, bent over and slid the head of his cock into
her warm mouth.

   * * * * *

   Emmy had waited too long, until the night after the blackmailer had
given his orders; it had taken her that long to steel up her courage. 
She'd run through it a dozen different ways in her mind and made several
abortive movements toward her brother's bedroom but each time she had
chickened out, too scared to go through with it.

   Now, as the sixteen year-old girl took her older brother's firm penis in
her mouth, she thought back to the morning at the dining table, when the
blackmailer had forced her to humiliate herself in front of him.  She
remembered the way she'd watched the videos over and over, particularly the
parts where her brother took out his dick and ejaculated all over the
breakfast table.  She'd looked at that cock up close, looked at that cum
and - it made her feel disgusting and guilty and a thousand different
things - she had masturbated thinking about having it inside of her.

   The teenager leaned forward, slowly lowering her mouth over and around
Brian's dick, feeling her lips sliding down his shaft.  Up close now, Emmy
realized that it was a good size, thick and long; she felt it scraping
against the back of her throat when she finally buried her nose in his
pubic hair.  She waited a moment, her mouth and throat completely full of
her brother's throbbing member, and in that instant, she looked up at her
brother.

   He was staring back at her, directly into her eyes - confusion and shock
written on his face.  Staring at him, though, Emmy saw something else there
- something she had seen countless times in the recent past, on the faces
of the men who'd watched her get raped at the warehouse, and on the faces
of the men who had stood in line to take their turn ejaculating into her
mouth at the coffeeshop.  She saw hunger on her brother's face, and desire.

   Then she broke off the eye contact, bobbed her head up, feeling Brian
sliding out of her throat.  When just the head of his cock remained in her
mouth, the sixteen year-old girl slipped her tongue out and wrapped it
around the head, running it up and down the shaft.  The hand that fed his
dick into her mouth began to slowly pump, and then she plunged her head
down on his dick again until she felt his balls slap against her chin.

   Again she looked up at him, their eyes connecting again.  This time,
though, she let the look hold.  Something inside of her, something buzzing
between her legs, growing quickly in power and intensity, wouldn't let her
look away.  Their eyes locked, Emmy began to establish her rhythm, bobbing
her head up and down on her older brother's dick.

   * * * * *

   Brian Lawrence was torn.  He lay on the bed, his legs spread as wide as
the constricting waistbands around his knees would allow, watching his
little sister sucking his cock.  He'd been fantasizing about this guilty
desire since that morning at the breakfast table.  And yet, as horny as he
was, as amazing as it felt to have his dick in his sister's mouth, shame
rolled over him in waves.

   Almost automatically, he reached down with one hand to grip Emmy's head,
pushing it down onto his cock.  She gave no resistance, allowing him to
force his cock into her mouth as he arched his back, impaling her as deeply
as he could.

   His hand on her head, tousling her hair, he suddenly had a flashback to
a much younger time, when they had been at a carnival.  Brian had just won
a prize in a ring toss and had given the prize to Emmy, reaching his hand
down and ruffling her hair.  She'd looked up and beamed at him, squeezing
the plush teddy bear - a perfectly happy eight year-old.

   Now, eight years later, Brian felt a handful of his younger sister's
hair in his hand as he pulled her head up, then pushed her back down,
impaling her face with his dick.  Each time he repeated the process, his
shame and guilt grew stronger; it deafened him to the wet, sucking sounds,
made him feel like the walls were pressing in on him.  He couldn't tear his
eyes off of Emmy's.  She held his gaze as his dick pounded into her over
and over again.

   As he watched, his sister's hands, resting on his thighs, slipped
downward to her breasts.  His eyes flickered to her fingers, which had
begun to knead and squeeze her flesh softly.  Between each thumb and
forefinger was one of her nipples, which she pinched and tugged as he
fucked her face.

   "Unnngh," moaned Brian involuntarily, his eyes rolling back in his head.
He couldn't believe he was getting a blowjob from his own kid sister - the
best blowjob, in fact, he'd ever gotten in his life.

   Dropping his hand from his sister's head, he sat up on the bed, his feet
on the floor.  Without skipping a beat, the sixteen year-old girl, kneeling
on the floor between his legs, slid her brother's cock back into her mouth
and began pumping it with one hand while her mouth slid up and down on the
sloppy wet pole.  As he watched her work her eyes flickered back up to his.


   "Oh fuck," said Brian.  "Oh fuck, Em, yeah...keep sucking it like that"

   * * * * *

   Emmy continued to bob and stroke her brother's rock-hard cock.  He was
close - she could tell - and all she had to do was get him off and this
entire humiliating nightmare would be one step closer to ending.

   The only problem was how horny this was making her.  Still she couldn't
tear her eyes off of his eyes - it was like the dark, erotic, horny part of
the teenager wanted her to see, every moment, the face of the owner of the
cock she was sucking, lest she forget that it belonged to her own brother.

   The breast squeezing and pinching had seemed to drive Brian into deeper
throes of passion, although the truth was, she admitted guiltily to herself
as she worked her nipples them with her hands, that wasn't why she'd done
it.

   The young girl was, in fact, at that moment, at one of the highest peaks
of arousal she'd ever experienced.  The sheer eroticism, the exquisite
perversion of what she was doing enveloped her, formed a wall against the
waves of shame, humiliation and fear that battered her teenage mind.  It
took all of her self-control to keep her body on the task at hand and not
let her hands wander to other places on her body that they so desperately
wanted to go.

   Suddenly Emmy saw a look of shock and anticipation cross her brother's
face, and his hips started to piston.

   "Oh, god," he said.  "Oh god, Em, I'm gonna cum." Still the girl bobbed
and jerked.  "Can I?" he panted, his hips thrusting his dick into her mouth
over and over again.  "Can I cum in your mouth?" Brian asked her, his
breathing short and ragged.

   The sixteen year-old straightened up, letting his cock slip from her
lips, a long strand of pre-cum and saliva traveling along with her.

   "It's ok, Bri," she said, "you can cum in my mouth."

   And then she plunged back down onto his cock with renewed ferocity.  She
felt his muscles tighten and she knew her ordeal was nearly complete.  She
wanted so badly to get this done and return to her bedroom, where she could
unleash some of the pressure built up between her legs and return her mind
to a semblance of normalcy.

   In a flash of inspiration, she took her breasts in her hands and leaned
far forward, squeezing the shaft of her brother's penis in the crevice of
them.  She fumbled with the angle for a moment until she managed to get his
flesh sliding between her supple, teenage breasts and deep into her mouth.

   "Shit, Em," moaned Brian.  "Oh God, I'm gonna cum."

   * * * * *

   "Oh, fuck, oh god." Brian couldn't believe what was about to happen, and
yet it was happening.  It was really happening.  He was about to cum in his
little sister's mouth.

   With a final clench of his testicles, Brian paused in his pumping, the
head of his cock just within his sister's lips, and began to ejaculate.  He
uttered a slow, long moan as his balls spewed forth a huge spurt of cum
into Emmy's mouth, and then another, and another.  He felt his balls
draining as the young girl pumped his shaft, milking him for every drop of
sperm.

   "Ohhhh, Emmy," he said, filling his sister's mouth with semen.  "Oh,
god, Emmy, Emmy, Emmy..."

   He repeated her name softly until, exhausted, his balls empty, the
twenty-one year-old fell back on his bed, staring at the ceiling.  It was
one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever had in his life.

   * * * * *

   Kneeling between her brother's legs, Emmy had known that the orgasm was
coming almost before her brother had.  After the mass blowjob incident in
the Starbucks, the sixteen year-old girl had learned with pinpoint accuracy
the warning signs of a penis in her mouth about to ejaculate.

   The teenager steeled herself up for what she knew was about to happen,
knowing as she did so that although she had, by this point in her life,
received hundreds of loads of sperm in her mouth, this one was going to be
completely different.

   And then, suddenly, she heard Brian calling her name, and she knew it
was time.  Her brother's rhythm slowed to a stop and his cock, just inside
her mouth, seemed to lull for a moment before it began to blast thick, hot
spurts of semen into her mouth, one after another.  Emmy's eyes, still
transfixed on her brother's, went slightly wide as the sperm just kept
coming, spurt after spurt.  She counted nine, but it could have been more.

   * * * * *

   Brian leaned up on one elbow, staring at his naked sister.  She'd really
done it.

   His sixteen year-old sister leaned forward across the bed, her naked
breasts resting on her brother's legs, and opened her mouth, angling her
head back so that she didn't spill any of his semen.

   His curiosity having gotten the better of him, the twenty-one year-old
boy leaned forward and looked into his sister's young mouth.  Her tongue
was swimming in milky liquid.  He looked up at her eyes, and then back down
to her mouth, at the evidence of his crime.

   "Could you...?" Brian couldn't bring himself to say the words, couldn't
bring himself to ask his sister to do what he wanted to see her do.

   Emmy nodded softly and, not taking her eyes off of her older brother,
closed her mouth.  She made an almost-silent whimper, and then there was a
quiet gulping noise, and then a smaller one, and then she opened her mouth,
showing it to him.

   Completely empty.

   Realization washed over him, and an intense shame, and guilt - oceans of
guilt.  He'd done something no one should ever do, something so
intrinsically wrong that it stunned him.  He'd allowed - no, encouraged -
his underage sister to suck his cock, to take a load of his sperm in her
mouth.  He'd asked her, his baby sister, to swallow it.

   And she had done it, never taking her eyes off of him.  She'd swallowed
every drop, and shown him the proof.

   The boy lay back on his bed, feeling his testicles unclench, and knowing
that his life would never be the same.

   Without a word, Emmy rose to her feet, bending over to pick up the
discarded bathrobe.  She wrapped it tightly around her body, turned, and
left his bedroom.  A second later he heard her door open and close.

   Brian Lawrence lay back on his bed, feeling his cock slowly softening.
He'd thought he'd seen tears in his sister's eyes, as she'd closed the door
behind her.