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 The Blackmail of the Lawrence Family - Part 7: Her Brother's Keeper
(sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com)

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   After an extremely long hiatus, the Lawrence family is back!  Emmy's
humiliation continues in Chapter 7 - as the consequences of her mistakes
begin to spread throughout her family.

   As always, don't hesitate to email me at sampson_simpson2001@yahoo.com
to let me know what you think - the more explicit, the better.  Most
especially, if you have any suggestions about what young Emily's
blackmailer should force her to do, let me know!

   * * * * *

   Brian lay on his bed, idly stroking his cock and thinking about his
younger sister Emmy.  His mind drifted back to the night, a week earlier,
when his sister had slipped into his room, dropped her bathrobe to the
floor, gotten on her knees in front of him and sucked his cock, swallowing
a huge load of his cum.

   His eyes came to rest on the door itself, as if willing it to open
again. He'd done it what felt like a thousand times over the last week as
he'd jerked off to the memory.  Over and over again in his mind, he heard
his sister softly tell him "It's ok, Bri, you can cum in my mouth."

   As he thought about it now he began to increase his rhythm, until his
hand was flying, pulling the flesh of his cock up and down.

   A knock on the door startled Brian and set his heart pounding.  His
imminent orgasm forgotten, he fumbled for his blankets and pulled them over
him frantically as the doorknob rattled and turned.

   "Hey," said Emmy, leaning her head into the room.  "Here."

   She was holding a phone in her hand, an older candybar cellphone.  The
screen was on.

   "What's that?" Brian managed to ask, trying not to look down at the
blanket tent between his legs.  His skin flushed red when he saw her glance
down at it, then back at him.

   "It's a phone," she said and crossed the room to hand it to him.

   "What do you-" Brian started, but she was already sliding back out the
door, closing it behind her.  He looked down at the phone in his hand.  The
name on the phone said simply, "Me."

   He brought it up to his ear.

   "Hello, Brian," said a man's voice.  Huh, thought Brian.  That was
weird. He hadn't even said anything yet.

   "Who's this?" asked the boy.

   "Who I am doesn't matter.  What matters is that I am blackmailing your
younger sister."

   Brian stared at the phone for a second before bringing it back to his
ear.

   "What the fuck, man?  Seriously, who is this?"

   "Look at your computer," said the voice.  Automatically, Brian's eyes
flicked to the notebook PC on his desk, and a chill ran down his spine.

   On the monitor, in fullscreen high definition, he watched his sister,
naked head to toe, drop to her knees in front of him.  For a second he felt
vertigo seeing his room, the room he sat in right now, from a strange
angle. Instinctively he looked up, trying to find the source, his eyes
finally lighting on the fire alarm installed on his ceiling.  He stood up
and headed for it.

   "I wouldn't do that if I were you," said the voice on the phone. 
"Unless you want your parents to see what their kids get up to when they're
not around."

   He froze as this sank in, then turned back and slumped down on the bed.

   "Ssshhh," he heard his sister say in the video.  "It's OK." The rest of
the world seemed to drop away as, on the monitor in front of him, he
watched Emmy begin to bob her head up and down on his cock.

   Transfixed, Brian watched the video the whole way through.  The audio
fidelity was excellent, the slurping noises every bit as erotic as they had
been in his nightly masturbatory fantasies ever since.  Toward the end, his
voice could be clearly heard, asking his sister to swallow his sperm.  He
could even hear the quiet gulps as she had obeyed him.

   "Now," said the voice on the phone, snapping him back to reality, "I am
blackmailing you too.  From now on, I control you, completely."

   "Wait, what?  Why me?  What do you want?"

   "I just want to have some fun.  It looks like you already had some fun
too."

   "Fuck you!" Brian hissed into the receiver, but he knew the blackmailer
was right.  He'd never orgasmed as hard as he had the week before, in his
sister's mouth.  "This isn't fun!  This is fucked up!"

   "Well, you've certainly been having plenty of fun with yourself since
last week.  By my count you've masturbated eighteen times in seven days."

   Silence.  Had it really been so many times?  Brian felt ashamed, knowing
that this man knew what he'd been thinking about when he came.  But he
couldn't help it - every time he closed his eyes he saw his sister, naked,
kneeling in front of him, squeezing his cock with her breasts and sliding
it into her mouth.  Even now his eyes drifted to the computer screen and
the video there.  Almost without realizing it, Brian clicked the play
button and the video began again.

   "You like watching that, don't you?" asked the blackmailer.  Brian said
nothing.  His cock, softened by the shock of the experience, began to
harden again.  He shifted in his seat and pressed down on the bulge. 
Somehow the idea of the blackmailer watching him jerk off was turning him
on.

   "Ah ah ah," said the voice.  "No more jerking off into tissues for you.
From now on, the only place you're allowed to cum is in your sister's
mouth."

   Brian's heart slammed into his chest as he heard the words.

   "But-" he stammered.

   "No buts.  You can stop masturbating if you want, but if you do jerk
off, you need to cum in your sister's mouth.  If you don't, I'll release
this video and several others, and your family will be destroyed.  Do you
understand?"

   Brian just nodded, dumbfounded.  Dimly he wondered what the blackmailer
meant about "several others."

   "Oh, and don't bother trying to sneak a quick one in a bathroom or in
your car.  I'm everywhere," said the voice on the phone.  "If you don't
believe me, ask your sister."

   And with that, the phone clicked and Brian was left listening to the
sound of his own heart beating and his breath heavy in his chest.  He
looked at the computer screen, watching himself ejaculate into his sister's
mouth, and then down at the bulge in his pants.  He hadn't cum since
yesterday morning.

   * * * * *

   Emmy lay in her bed on her back, eyes closed, lost in her own personal
hell, when she heard her door open quietly.  A wave of renewed guilt washed
over her as she came back to reality and looked up to see Brian standing in
the doorway.  He knew; he had to know.  Why else would the blackmailer have
ordered her to bring him the phone if not to expose her?

   Without a word, Brian crossed the room and placed the phone, screen off,
on her bedside table.  But instead of leaving, her older brother lingered,
standing next to her head.  For a few seconds neither sibling moved, and
then Brian reached down and unzipped his pants.  Emmy's eyes went wide as
he reached inside and pulled out his cock, already rock hard.  She stared
at it, thick in his hand.

   "I'm sorry, Em," he said quietly, stepping closer, holding it over her
face, his hand slowly jerking it.  "He says I have to do this.  He has a
video." Her eyes flickered down to his thick cock, pointing toward her,
then back up to his face.  There was a pained expression there that broke
Emmy's heart.  All of this was her fault.  She'd ruined everything - ruined
her own life, and now her older brother's.  The shame and regret formed a
pit in her stomach and she felt terrible for what she'd done, what she'd
made her brother do.

   Without a word Emmy opened her mouth and held out her tongue.  Their
eyes met and she just nodded.

   It didn't take long for Brian to cum.  After two minutes of masturbating
himself in front of her face she heard his breath get ragged.  He put his
hand down on her forehead, pushing her into the pillow, and placed his cock
on her lips.  Seconds later he grunted and Emmy tasted the first blast of
her big brother's semen as it shot into her mouth and dripped onto her
tongue.

   "Unnngh," moaned Brian slowly as he jerked, warm spurts of his cum
landing on her tongue and sliding inside, seven, eight, nine of them in
all. Finally his orgasm began to subside.  Lazily he squeezed one last big
dollop of sperm out, shaking the tip a bit until it fell into her mouth,
his other hand still holding her head down.

   Emmy lay quietly, tasting her brother's seed in her mouth, looking up at
him.  After a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked down at her.  He
still wore a look of sorrow and guilt, but the girl felt a twinge of
strange satisfaction seeing that he also looked sated, like a hungry man
who'd just eaten a good meal.

   "It's okay, Em," he said softly.  "You can spit it out.  He didn't say
you have to swallow it."

   She looked up into her older brother's eyes, held his gaze for a moment,
and then without looking away, Emmy gulped down her older brother's cum for
the second time in a week, as the telling hum between her legs started up
once again.

   * * * * *

   Brian stumbled through the next day like a zombie, his mind always
traveling back to Emmy, to his little sister, the little girl he'd grown up
with.

   He shook off the thoughts.  It was insane, totally wrong, what was
happening to them.  Things like this just didn't happen to real people.

   And yet they were happening to him.  He'd cum in his sister's mouth
twice, watched her swallow his load both times without complaint.  He'd
seen her masturbate her hairless pussy, even seen a dildo slide out of her
asshole.  And he'd watched her suck him over and over on the video the
blackmailer had sent him.  And now he was being told he could never jerk
off again unless it was into her mouth.

   Just thinking about it made him hard, and that made him feel terrible.

   That night he waited for the phone to ring.  His mind's eye kept showing
him his sister, the night before, meeting his gaze and swallowing his cum.
Had the blackmailer recorded that too?  His dick twitched in his pants
imagining the stranger watching him cum in his younger sister's mouth.

   Hours passed.  The phone remained silent.  Brian picked it up a few
times, scrolled through the numbers.  Once he almost considered calling the
blackmailer himself, but he couldn't overcome his apprehension that
something bad would happen if he did.

   He slept fitfully that night and spent the next day in a fog, dozing off
half-hard in classes and waking up wondering what his sister tasted like.
That night he spent like the last, waiting for the phone to ring, his cock
half-hard in his pants.  He watched the video a few times, trying not to
get too turned on but failing every time.

   Finally, at two o'clock in the morning, he knew the phone wasn't going
to ring.  He lay back for a few minutes, feeling his dick go soft, then
hard again, and then he made a decision.  Quietly he crept into the hallway
and turned the knob to Emmy's room.  Sliding inside, he closed the door and
listened in the dark.  Emmy was sleeping, the sound of her soft snores slow
and steady.  Standing next to her bed, he felt his heart pounding in his
throat.

   "Emmy," he whispered.  "Em." He shook her softly and her eyes fluttered
open.  She wore a confused look for a minute until they focused on him.

   "What is it?" she asked softly.

   Brian reached down and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and
taking his erect cock in his hand.

   "I'm so sorry, Em," he said as he slowly began stroking it.  "He says I
have to do it again."

   As his sister opened her mouth obediently, sticking out her tongue,
Brian felt something deep inside him shift and fall into place.

   * * * * *

   Emmy lay on the bed, her older brother's cock inches from her face.  She
remembered the taste of his sperm last night and was shocked to feel her
mouth water.

   "Em," said her older brother, his voice quivering.  He climbed onto the
bed, straddling her shoulders with his knees.  "He says..." his face
flushed a darker purple, "he says I have to do it like this." He brought
his cock up to her lips and said softly, "He says I have to...have to fuck
your mouth."

   Then he brought his cock to her lips and slowly began to push it inside.
Obediently she relaxed her mouth, feeling Brian's shaft sliding in past her
tongue, down the back of her throat.  Once he was all the way in he began
to pump, holding her head behind the ears.

   "Unnggh," moaned her older brother as he held Emmy's face, forcing his
cock in and out of her mouth.  "MMmm Emmmm oh god, I'm so sorry..."

   Emmy lay on the bed, her face burning with shame in the dim light.  It
felt so dirty, the way Brian was straddling her, forcing his cock into her
mouth, treating it like nothing but a hole for him to fuck and cum inside.
With a soft tremble she felt the familiar betrayal of the heat between her
legs, felt the warmth spread up into her stomach and down her legs.  Unable
to stop herself, she let her hands wander down, down, past her brother's
legs, down to her pussy.  She pulled her legs up and spread them quietly,
slipping a finger into her pussy.  It was soaking; she could feel a dollop
of her juices sliding down her legs.  Quietly she began to let her fingers
work.

   The ordeal lasted about ten minutes.  The teenage girl climaxed twice,
her quiet orgasms rocking her body and making her wince.  Every thirty
seconds Brian would open his eyes, look down at her, and say "I'm so sorry,
Em," as he softly thrust his dick gently, but firmly, in and out of her
mouth.  Occasionally her brother moaned "Oh my god," and "I'm fucking your
mouth," as he worked, thrusting deeper and deeper, until his scrotum was
slapping against her chin with every thrust.

   Finally she felt his breath begin to quiver.  He pulled his cock out
until it was just inside her mouth.

   "Oh fuck," he said, bringing a hand up to jerk his cock.  "Oh
fuck...Emmm...I'm gonna cum in your mouth again..."

   "Uh huh," she grunted, past the hot, sticky cock in her mouth.

   "Hnnnngh" grunted Brian as he brought a hand up and jerked his cock
once, twice, and then the sperm was filling her mouth again, the sticky
salty taste of her brother washing across her teeth, her tongue.

   The taste was different from last night, bleachier somehow, but it
didn't matter.  The teen tasted her older brother's cum fill her mouth for
the third time, and loved it.  She plunged her fingers into her pussy,
instantly elevating herself to a third orgasm, as the spurts continued to
come, hot and sticky.

   Finally Brian's grunting slowed.  He didn't pull out right away, instead
leaving the tip of his cock in her mouth.  Perversely, Emmy brought her
tongue up and massaged the underside of his cock.  After a second her
ministrations were rewarded with a final belated spurt of cum.  After what
felt like an eternity, he finally pulled out, a thin white string of his
semen trailing back to her mouth.

   Emmy looked up and saw her brother watching her expectantly.  She knew
what he wanted, and she didn't care whether the blackmailer had ordered it
or not; she wanted Brian to watch her do it.

   And so Emmy opened her mouth and showed her brother his sperm, rolled
her tongue around in it for a moment, then closed her mouth and noisily
gulped it down in two swallows.

   * * * * *

   The next two days passed like a dream for Brian.  Never able to take his
mind off of his sister, he returned home each night, vainly attempted to
exert willpower, and finally succumbed, stealing into his sister's bedroom
and using her mouth.

   Each time Brian felt guilt immediately after finishing.  The blackmailer
had never told him to treat his sister's face like a pussy, and yet he had
done it, repeatedly.  He had just treated it like a hole and buried his
shame inside it, filling her mouth up with it and watching as she swallowed
it, never looking away from his face.  Each night he vowed to stop, to quit
masturbating completely, and each night he failed, hearing in his mind the
sound of his sister licking his semen off her lips, the quiet gulps she
made.

   On the third night Emmy stopped him as he mounted her face, sitting up
in bed and pushing him down where she'd been lying on his back.  Then she
pulled down his shorts herself, took his cock in her hand, and sucked him.
He leaned back in the bed in bliss as she sucked.

   At one point he absentmindedly reached down, his hands caressing his
sister's ass through her panties.  She stopped, looking up at him, and
shook her head, before returning to her ministrations.  He pulled his hand
away as if it had touched a hot oven and said "I'm sorry Em, I didn't mean
to." Emmy paused again, looking up at him, and then she slid his cock out
of her mouth and said simply, "You can look, but don't touch." Then she
scooted around and mounted him in a sixty-nine position, her butt facing
him, reached back and pulled her panties down to her knees.

   As she sucked she slid a hand down between her legs, sliding it smoothly
between her wet lips, and spread herself open with two fingers.  Brian
gasped as she took him all the way into her throat, while simultaneously
sliding two fingers inside herself.  She fingered slowly at first, two
fingers, and then three.  Brian felt himself getting close as he watched.
As if on cue, Emmy slid her fingers out, her juices dripping down onto his
face.  He opened his mouth frantically, catching a drop of her juices on
his tongue, tasting it, as she took her middle finger and pressed it
against her butthole, slowly anally fingering herself.

   It was too much.  Brian grunted, his hips buckling.  He came hard,
staring at his younger sister's anus wrapped around her finger, blasting
his semen into her mouth.  She sucked hard, milking every spurt until he
was finally spent.  He cringed, his cock hypersensitive, as she slid him
out of her mouth and then listened to his sister swallow his seed.

   He lay there gasping, spent, and waited for Emmy to move off of him, but
she stayed where she was, her finger sliding slowly in and out of her
rectum.  She let her head rest on his softening cock and reached back with
her other hand, one hand sliding three fingers into her pussy as the other
worked a second finger into her asshole.

   For five minutes his sister silently worked, giving Brian the most
erotic show of his life.  She fingered both holes hard and deep, pausing
periodically to spread herself open for her older brother to watch.  He
gasped and felt himself go hard again as Emmy put two fingers on each hand
on either side of her asshole and slowly stretched it open until it gaped
more than an inch across.  Silently she took his cock into her mouth again
and sucked him as he stared into her asshole.

   As Brian's second orgasm hit and he emptied his balls into his sister's
mouth she relaxed her grip on her stretched anus and returned her attention
to her pussy and clit.  Finally he felt her twitching and heard her begin
to whine, and he knew he was watching his younger sister cum.

   The first squirt hit him in the face and his eyes went wide.  Without
even intending to he suddenly had his mouth open; the second, third and
fourth squirts landed squarely in his mouth.  As Emmy's orgasm reached full
force she plunged her fingers deep into both holes, the squirt turning into
a thin stream and then the thin stream turning into a thick stream and
Brian realized that his sister couldn't stop it.

   Silently he lay underneath his sister as she came, the only sound in the
room her quiet keening and the sound of his mouth filling up with her
urine. When he couldn't hold anymore he swallowed instinctively, the stream
splashing across his face and dripping down his ears for a moment before he
opened his mouth again.

   It took three more swallows before Emmy was finally spent.  She
shuttered a few times and then rolled off of him, collapsing on her bed and
twitching.  Brian stared at his sister and the stains they'd made.

   "Em-" he started, but she waved him away.  "Emmy," he said again, and
when she turned to face him he saw her face full of tears.  "Just go,
okay?" she whispered.
   He went.