My Brother’s Toy

Part 2

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

After my brother Joey went out with his friends, I was left to ponder what evil intentions he might have for me. I slipped back downstairs to watch the video he had secretly made of me last night, at least my copy of it, and looked for any possible loophole that might indicate I had been forced into doing what I had done for him. But when I saw myself entering his room bare ass and with that stupid fucking grin on my face I knew no one would ever believe I hadn’t been doing that all on my own. I was truly at his mercy.

I noticed my mom coming home from work and grabbed the tape out of the player and booked for my room. After crying for ten minutes over what I had gotten myself into, I turned to thinking about what had really transpired between us last night. Yeah, my brother and I didn’t really get along all that well, but he would never do anything to seriously get me in trouble; although, he had always loved tormenting me. Surely, that was the least I could expect from him.

My mom had her own stuff going on tonight, so I decided I had to throw myself at Joey as soon as he came home. I was going to have to sweeten him up like never before. I thought about just coming right out and offering him some sort of deal where he could have at me every so often without me complaining, but that could really backfire. I wondered if maybe I could tape him in just as compromising of a position as he had me, but that would be impossible as he would most assuredly be watching out for that now. I finally settled in on wondering just what he might really like the most so as to hand over the two other copies he had told me he had made. Whatever it took, I just had to get those back and destroy them.

Joey came back around eight o’clock. It was uncharacteristic for him to be home so early, so I knew he was there to torment me. I decided just to stay in my room and wait for him to approach me. I’m sure his first step would be to offer me his version of a deal. Then again, there was always the possibility that he never intended to let me off the hook.

I heard my brother’s bedroom door close and wondered why he wasn’t coming right to me. Surely he had to be thinking about this whole scam as much as I was, and if not, what did that say. I put my ear to the wall and smiled when I thought I heard the reason for his delay. The jerking motion of his bed against the very wall our rooms shared told me that the bed wasn’t the only thing being jerked. At first that gave me a little hope, but then it also made me feel a little… what the hell, unsatisfied. Fuck, I hadn’t been thinking about anything else all day. How could I not be a little frustrated by now?

Just as I was thinking about going to his room to bring the issue to a head, not to mention conveniently interrupting him, I heard his door open. My ears pined to detect which way he was going until I heard his hand on my door knob. I gulped hard and even harder when he came in just as nude as I had been the night before. He shut the door and just stood there.

“Now what,” I asked? “I guess this is where you tell me the price for the tapes?”

Joey twisted his jaw around a little and I kept dropping my eyes to see his raging hardon. Just as last night, I felt a tad bit complimented to see he was hard for me again. I decided to finally make the first move as sort of an offering. I wanted him to know I understood there would be a hefty price to pay for my mistakes. Slowly I walked over to him and reached out to grab his cock. I was dumbfounded by the heat it projected and just how amazingly hard he was for me.

“Aren’t you going to answer me? Or am I just suppose to figure it out on my own?”

When he didn’t bother to say a word to me, I looked down to see him bobbing in the air as if to beckon my attention. Deciding that he was waiting for me to catch on I reached down and began fondling his cock with small jerking motions. That action may not have done anything to further harden him, but the feel of my brother’s raw throbbing meat in my hands with the tip glistening from him leaking a little, it was sure having a major effect on me. I gulped hard again, and added my other hand to his groin by manipulating his balls in my fingers. After deciding that this was why he had come to me in the nude, I bent down slowly onto one knee and looked back up to his face… a bit seductively. I leaned in and bathed the tip of his cock for a moment, and then suddenly impaled myself on his shaft in one long, swift and fluent motion.

Immediately he turned to aid in the coupling and I felt his hands go to the back of my head. When I heard his low grunted moan of ecstasy, I knew I was pleasing him in the very way he had expected. I knew I wasn’t going to take this much further until we had a clear understanding first, but I wanted to make sure he was to a point where I would have some measure of footing to deal from and nearly attacked his cock to reach that point. After a short time I heard him telling me, “I like my cocksuckers in the nude, bitch,” and took that as my opportunity to stand up and have our face off. I slurped my way off my brother’s organ and stood up. Staring him right in the eye, I began pulling my top over my head. Since I hadn’t worn a bra today, I knew they were falling nicely open to his view even as I worked to get it over my head. I tossed it back onto my chair and just stood there facing him. When he reached out to grab at my left boob, I let him fondle me just enough so that he would certainly want more, pulled my little girl away from his hand, and prepared for a deal making session first.

“What’s the deal? I’m not going to do this shit forever. There has to be an end in site.”

Joey made another grab for my tit, but I pulled it away just out of his reach and repeated, “What’s the deal?”

I saw the wheels in his head begin spinning and realized that he had imbibed some liquid courage again and that meant I would really have to nail him down before going back to what I had been doing for him. I could see he was weighing his words carefully, something he wasn’t very use to doing, and just to encourage a fair offer I began unsnapping my shorts. I very slowly began to peel my shorts off and saw the desired response I wanted. After stepping out of my shorts I hooked my thumbs into my panties and asked again, “What’s the deal? It better be fair, or it all ends right now. I want those fucking tapes and I mean all of them.”

I worked my panties down enough so that they fell to my ankles on their own and stepped out of them as well. When I could see my dear brother was absent of any serious thought, I really kicked it up a notch. I took a step away from him, grabbed my mons and vulva in my right hand and began seductively working at it. Then I bent my head down and hoisted my left tit up to my lips to suck on my nipple. Not an easy feat with such small breasts, but success wasn’t what would drive him into a frenzy, the mere attempt would be enough.

“I get what I want… and when I want it. You’ll get back the tapes if I feel like it.”

That wasn’t nearly what I needed to hear and instantly reached for my clothes at my feet. Then I saw a side of Joey I had never expected. He slapped my clothes from my hands and pushed hard on my shoulders, pushing me back several feet.

“I’m not making any deals with you except for maybe being nice. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It’s up to you bitch. Do you want to do as you’re told, or spend the rest of your life living down sucking off your own brother?”

“You bastard! You made me do that! I had no choice in any of that shit.”

He fired right back with the most disturbing truth of his blackmail evidence. “Yeah, well that’s not what anyone would believe if they watched the tape, now would they?”

My brother had me there and there was no use arguing over the point. I hadn’t been able to get the site of my entrance into his room out of my own mind, so I couldn’t expect anyone else to see it differently. Adding to the evidence on my brother’s side was the fact that I hadn’t said a word until after I was well on my way to blowing him.

I went for the only thing I had left, and even though I had grown up more of a Tomboy than an effeminate and slight creature, I prayed tears would melt my cold brother’s heart. I started crying and hiding my eyes in my hands. I blurted out all my fears of never being able to get away from his sick desires to do to me whatever he might dream up and how that scared the hell out of me. I let him know of my fear of getting caught, especially by mom, and what that would do to me. I begged him for the tapes over and over until I came to the realization that he had all the marbles. And then came those words that often kids would spit out to prevent much worst scenarios from happening.

“I’ll do whatever you want… but please, please, just give me those tapes. I’ll suck you off anytime you want, but please give them to me. I’ll do anything, but I need to know those things are gone.”

I continued crying, pleading, begging for anything I could get. I finally got his last offer in the same form it had started out as; his assertion that I was his for as long as he wanted, for whatever he wanted.

I looked him in the face and could feel my tears running down my face, and then Joey began getting a look on his face unlike any I had ever seen. In one swift motion he bull rushed me and tackled me to the bed. He pinned my arms over my head and looked down over my body as if deciding what he wanted to do to me. I began sobbing loudly as he worked his legs back to spread my own, and then I was about to learn that what he wanted at the moment was something that we had never done before. He wanted to fuck me! Joey dropped the weight of his body against mine to hold me down and went to place his cock against my opening. I started pushing on his shoulders and telling him how this wasn’t right and reminding him that I was his sister. He offered back that it was “just a fuck” and when I squirmed hard to get my legs closed, he got really mad, slammed my hands back over my head, and warned me to obey his wishes.

Feeling him forcing my legs wide again let me know just how serious he was about fucking me, and something just came over me. For one of the very few times in my life, I just gave up. I moved my hands down from over my head and straight out to my sides. I stopped my squirming and that told the bastard that he had won. He again aimed his cock properly and began working it into me. Maybe I had fantasized about fucking him in the past, but that had just been one of those really secret fantasies never meant to be realized. He worked himself deeper into me and when I felt him bumping his mons against my own, I knew he was all the way in. I turned my head to the side when I felt him withdrawing because I knew what this was going to be like from this point forward. He was right, this was just a fuck, and entirely for his own gratification. I was little more than a piece of meat to him now, just a hole to fuck.

The next several minutes was a rather rough, somewhat clumsy attempt at him trying to get off and along the way someplace I came to the conclusion that this wasn’t going to end after one or two times. Joey had me over a barrel and the most I could do was make the best of it now. His words, “we can do this the easy way, or the hard way” rang true and that drove me into a state of mind of wanting the former. I turned to look at the guy fucking away at me and saw Joey in a very different light. I guess he was right; it was now up to me as to whether I wanted this to go well or be forced upon me each time he got a boner for sex. Looking him straight in the eye I spread my legs and lifted my knees so as to get a more comfortable fit. When he saw his efforts were suddenly now less of a rape and more of an agreement of terms, he began exaggerating his thrusts into me. I wrapped my hands around his back and down to pull his ass into me. I guess seeing me giving up was what sent him over the edge and very quickly I could tell he was about to cum.

“Please Joey, just don’t do it in me. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

I knew that wasn’t sending much of a message to him now that he was at his apex of climax, but it still had to be said. His last thrusts lifted my ass off the bed as he emptied his sperm into me and he bucked me up like that several times before I felt his cock losing its size.

He collapsed on top of me, but didn’t pull out. Instead, he wanted to talk about what had just happened.

“So… you got the drift now? I hold all the fucking cards here.”

I started out in almost a whisper by saying, “But you’re my brother. We’re not suppose to be doing shit like this. What if I get pregnant… what would mom do if she finds out?” After a moment of silence I asked, “Are you really… going to do this to me whenever you want?”

I was amazed at his macho comeback of, “You can’t say you didn’t like getting fucked. I’ve never had one complaint. And if you don’t want to get pregnant than you’d better get on the pill fast.”

I felt like a total sloppy mess as he held me pinned beneath him. Sweat was pooling in my belly area and running off my boobs. But in a way he was right, I did like getting fucked, but just not by my own brother. And then he did something really weird that changed my entire perspective. He pushed himself away from me to arms’ length and just looked me over. He groped my left tit roughly and smiled. He knew he had my compliance and was relishing his command over me. What I saw was a guy that was really pleased with the piece of ass he had just gotten. Being my brother suddenly seemed so much less important than the fact that he had fucked me pretty well. I knew I had two choices now and it was just as he had said. I could go along for the ride or have a fight on my hands every time he got horny. So, I decided to show my hand in a rather twisted way.

I reached up and wrapped my hands around his head and pulled him down to me. After looking into the eyes of my tormentor for several moments, I gave him my answer as to how I would behave for him in the future; I pulled him to my mouth and gave him a rather passion-filled kiss. He was definitely taken off guard by that and just as suddenly, his demeanor changed as well.

Joey pushed himself back up on his arms and asked, “So you understand now? I want to get off … you do it!”

I knew this would be my best time to get at least some measure of comfort and safety, so I gently nodded my head in agreement and begged of him, “ But please… promise me… this will stay between us… and that you won’t ever hurt me.”

The prick just had to take another jab at my self worth with that damn smirk of his and responded with, “As long as you get along with the program, we’ll have no problems. No one will ever know my little sister is my own personal fuck machine. Just keep me happy and everything will be nice and mellow.”

I nodded my head in agreement again and he finally withdrew his now limp member from me. Without any ceremony or even another word, he got up off me and left my room. I just lay there for several minutes trying to wrap my head around what had just happened, and perhaps more importantly, what it meant for me in the future. I felt between my legs and realized that about the only thing that hadn’t happened was that I hadn’t climaxed. That was a rarity for me and left me feeling very unfulfilled. I know it was sick, but feeling my brother’s cum running from me as it turned watery stirred my own needs and shortly I began masturbating. The most unusual aspect of this particular tryst was that this time all I could fantasize about was my own brother and what had happened in the past two days between us, and what might be coming my way at his hands.

Upon running into each other in the kitchen, the awkwardness was overwhelming for me. I had never felt submissive to any guy before and here I was feeling like I was somehow now connected to Joey in a way that should only be between boyfriend/girlfriend. Then came that impending feeling that I was little more than his in-house whore now; barely more than a set of holes at his disposal. Oddly enough, all those negative feelings quickly subsided when he came over to me, backed me into the kitchen wall, and grabbed my crotch full on. He nestled his head into the side of my neck and whispered, “Damn girl, you have any idea how great of a fuck you are?”

I know, I know, twisted as all hell, but it did have the effect of giving me a big head over myself. He kissed the side of my face just as we heard mom coming through the front door. I pushed him away from me and scurried off to my bedroom with a quick “goodnight” to my mom. I didn’t even get to take a shower and that meant going through the night with Joey’s sperm still in me. That night I woke up repeatedly over the wild and weird dreams I had. My whole life had somehow been taken away from me and a new role assigned. Just before I fell asleep however for the first time, Joey did do something that seemed to calm my nerves over his power. He came in without so much as a knock on the door, went to my closet and took out four cartons from my stash and threw two twenties on my nightstand. Considering I was only selling them for ten dollars each, he seemed to be making a generous offer to me. Perhaps through it all, I finally felt something from Joey I hadn’t seen in years; a certain closeness that I had often craved from my brother.

The next day I didn’t see Joey until early in the afternoon. I had the whole morning to come to terms with my new role in the house, at least as far as he and I went, and even grew rather horny over many of the thoughts I had mused over. I realized that if I had to be another person’s captive, that I at least had a pretty nice piece of meat to look forward to myself. Even when this all began two nights ago I had to admit to myself that Joey did have a rather nice cock. And in the end, he did know how to captivate and command a girl’s attention. Even when he had made me swallow his stuff he had simply left me no choice, and as disgusting as that had been, there was also an element of having that done to me that was quite tantalizing after it was all over. By noon time I had devised a plan that I was sure would get my brother to act more brotherly. I knew it wouldn’t be an instant turnabout, but he would at least have to soften his attitude when he saw what I had come up with to show him my new frame of mind.

When Joey passed me in the living room my uneasiness grew immediately. If he knew what I had been thinking about all day I would have died from the embarrassment. When we sat down to watch the TV together there also seemed to be a very pleasant truce between us for the first time in years. While he flipped through the channels and bitched endlessly about day time programming, he kept shooting me fleeting looks that told me he wanted something. The heat between my legs overtook me and I decided that maybe now was the time for getting into his good graces. I first decided to twist his mind for a change and when upstairs. When I returned, I went over to the VHS player and popped in my copy of the “evidence”.

“Stop bitching about what’s on. I know you like this movie.”

For a change he didn’t give me a nasty smirk, but instead a rather pleasant smile. I had succeeded in besting him for a change, and all I had to do was offer myself up to him. I knew this would lead to something carnal, and I guess I was making it clear to him that I had indeed decided to “get with the program”. I left the room so as to put everything back into his court and leave everything up to him to initiate. Although, as long as that tape was downstairs and out of hiding, I wasn’t going anyplace too far away. I knew mom wouldn’t be home from work for a few more hours, but I still wasn’t leaving a chance of that tape being found.

I decided to make nice to my brother even more by fixing him a sandwich and brought it to him. The tape was only half done, but a quick peek of Joey’s crotch told me that he had been enjoying it. When he turned and saw the sandwich and drink I had in my hands he looked almost as puzzled as I was in why I would make such an offering. I wasn’t about to stop there though. I wanted to make it very clear that I intended to play nice so that Joey would have absolutely no reason to show anyone the tape he had made. The whole morning had been spent trying to insure that the tape would stay secured and I was going full tilt to make sure of it.

After all that my brother had done to me over the past two days I was finding it rather easy to do the next step, if easy would be the applicable term. Yes, Joey was my brother, but because of the recent events he had also put a certain distance between that fact when it came to us. I knew I had to win favor with him, so here goes.

“Are you enjoying the tape of my efforts at pleasing you?” I handed him the plate and soda, and said, “These are for you. I thought you might like a snack as you watched it.”

Just as I had thought my actions would do, he had a look of puzzlement, and after taking my snack from me he asked, “So what’s this all about?”

“You win! You wanted me as your plaything and now you have it. You promised me that you wouldn’t hurt me and wouldn’t show those tapes to anyone, so I’m just trying to prove I won’t give you any trouble either. That is the deal, right?” When he didn’t answer me, I repeated, “Right?”

“Yeah, right! That’s the deal, but there’s still something about this that doesn’t fit. What are you after?”

I kneeled down just to the side of his knees and grabbed his hand. It felt really odd holding it, but I knew I had already done worse. “Look it,” I said, “it would kill me if mom, or anyone for that matter, ever saw that tape. I thought about it all morning, and if you are really willing to keep this between us… well, I can live with that. We haven’t been very close for a long time now, but you have to admit that all this has sort of… brought us close again. I promise that I’ll try my hardest to do as you want, but please, please tell me you won’t do anything stupid with those tapes?”

Joey saw my earnest attempt to turn a very ugly blackmail into something much less. He smiled a little and gave me a sincere promise of two things: he wouldn’t let the tapes be seen, but he was also going to keep them. As much as I really wanted them all I bit my tongue and thanked him for his promise. I even told him I understood why he wanted to keep the tapes. Perversion would be number one on my list, but even I understood what unfettered accessibility to a sex partner would mean to him, or anyone for that matter.

After we stared at each other for a couple of minutes I decided that I had to make my final offering that I had been planning. I stood up, letting his hand fall away from mine, and peeled my top over my head.

“What are you doing?”

I replied, “You told me the other night how you preferred your cocksuckers in the nude, right?”

“Yeaa__ah, but right here, in the living room?”

I looked at the TV, where I was just about to be forced to swallow for my first time ever, and answered, “Why not! You have this to watch, food to eat, and… me.”

I walked over to where I had sat the remote and brought it to Joey, and resumed stripping off my shoes and bottoms. Joey pointed at the TV and when I turned I saw myself getting gagged as he had forced his stuff into my throat. My hands were flailing about to my sides, and when I saw myself give up and my body relaxed for him, I figured out what he wanted me to know.

“You’re not going to insist on that again, are you?”

His smile told me the answer and as I got on my knees in front of him again I informed him of what he needed to know. “I guess that’s up to you, but you also have to know that I can’t just do that for you. That part is all on you.”

All I could do was hope that he would take pity on me and not do something he knew I found so repulsive a second time. I reached out and began tugging away at Joey’s belt. In a minute I had him stripped to the waist and began fellating him once more. He pulled my hair away so he could watch what I was doing so I accentuated my actions for his pleasure. About a minute into his blowjob I felt his hands go to the sides of my head. He was pulling me away from his cock and worked to get me back to my feet. I was puzzled over what he wanted, but soon he had his fingers running through my slit and was staring at my crotch ever so intently. I pushed my pelvis into the efforts of his hand and then he leaned forward to lick at me a little. He couldn’t really reach anything that way, so when he began having me step up on the chair to straddle his legs, I figured out what he was doing.

Joey may have been my blackmailer, but from that first night I still knew he was also one hell of an expert at eating pussy. Seeing that that was what he wanted now, despite the odd position and all, I walked over him until my pussy was right over his waiting lips. The second I felt his tongue licking through my labia, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into me. Between his nibbling at my clit and his tongue delving into my depths, I was in fucking heaven. As I worked my hips back and forth so he could hit all my vital organs, I had the wildest thought. Joey’s blackmailing me might have been to get a blowjob or even a fuck whenever he wanted it, but it also meant that I had to play other roles for his sexual needs that would be just as much for my benefit. Suddenly there was a real upside to all this for me.

There was a loud car going by the house that made us both stop for a moment, but as soon as we put together what was going on, I worked my pelvis forward and right back into place for my dear brother to enjoy. At one point he even stopped to educate me a little.

“You ever cum before?”

I seemed a little bewildered over his question and answered, “Girls don’t cum, duh!”

He chuckled around a mouthful of me and said, “Yes they do, or at least they can if they know how, or try hard enough.”

“Unh, unh! I never heard of that before. You’re making that up.”

Again he chuckled and told me something I had never even heard of before. “I’ve made girls cum before doing this. Some just squirt a little, but remember Cindy? When I got her to cum she had almost as much cum as I do. And it was even thick and white.”

So there I was standing with a leg on either side on Joey while he sat in the stuffed chair, my pussy dead in his face. I really didn’t believe what he was telling me, but the thought of cumming like a guy was easier to understand the way he was telling it.

We went back and forth a little while until he got me to believe him to some degree and when he asked me if I wanted to find out if it was possible for me to do it I jumped at the chance to see if he was telling me the truth. Joey went back to work on me and even snaked a couple of his fingers up inside of me. I wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, but it appeared that he had one finger curved up inside of me and his thumb on my clit at the same time. It felt like he was frigging my clit inside and out. Whatever he was doing proved to be the wildest fucking feeling I had ever experienced. With his hand making the motion it was, all his tongue could do was lick at whatever wasn’t covered. After just a minute of this, I felt my body heaving in a way I had never felt before. I could barely breathe, but one thing I knew for sure was that my dear brother was forcing my body to do something I hadn’t even been able to elicit from my own body. And just before it was about to happen, I went into what I could only describe as a full body climax. I held it back as long as I could, and when I couldn’t hold back any longer, I could feel my body gushing what felt like a flood. His frigging of my clit instantly became too much to handle and I grabbed his hand away from me just as his other hand came around under me. He held it there as I looked down just in time to see this whitish fluid come spurting out of me in time to my contractions and right into the palm of his hand.

Joey was telling me the truth for a change. Girls could cum like boys, and by the way my legs were wobbling, I realized that it took just as much effort. I knelt down along my brother to peer into his hand and even ran a finger through the mess of goo. It was so hard to believe that it had just come from me. And after wrinkling up my nose at the nastiness of what we had just done together, I gave Joey a wet, steamy kiss to thank him. Without hesitation, I slithered down along his form to wrap my lips around his cock again. Now it was his turn.

With a renewed vigor, I went at his mushroom headed prick with the same mindset as I had the night he gleaned the evidence tape from me and under the same circumstances. That night he received his blowjob for having eaten me out so well and now I was again returning the favor. But Joey seemed determined to drag out his blowjob even further by telling me that he knew how we could make a few quick bucks. When I asked him how, he informed me that a month prior one of his friends had offered him twenty dollars for a nudie of me. I smacked my lips off him just long enough to say “no way”, but he kept telling me how it wasn’t any big deal. It turns out the guy was a lot older than us and he had bought my brother beer several times before he turned of age. I kept pausing to reiterate my refusal to expose myself to anyone else, but he just kept trying to smooth out my mental wrinkles over it.

Then Joey made me an offer that I really had to think about. First he promised me that no one else but that guy would see the picture because he could get arrested just for having it, and then he offered to repeat his earlier exercise of making me cum again whenever I felt like trying it again. I sneaked a peek up at him without ever dropping his cock from my mouth and smiled. I continued blowing him and after a great deal of thought I offered an idea that sort of shocked him to see that I was even thinking about allowing it.

I pulled away from him and flipped my hair back away from my face. “Maybe, if the picture… didn’t really look posed? Like if it looked like it was taken without me knowing about it?”

“Ahhh, you mean like Reagan’s plausible deniability? Yeah, I could see that.”

I went back to working on Joey’s blowjob while he tantalized my libido with imaginary situations to spike my curiosity. He had to see he was wearing me down on the idea, and finally I offered my own idea I figured I could live with as long as it was done right.

“What if you hid in the closet and took a picture of me as I got out of the shower? And maybe only showed me from my shoulders down? I could probably do that, but twenty dollars doesn’t seem like much for doing that.”

Joey must have gotten very excited over that idea, because he pulled on the back of my head to finish him off. I could see the mere idea of doing something so naughty was bringing him close to the edge. Or maybe, it was the thought of someone else seeing his little sister nude that was driving him nuts. I remembered back to when we were kids and he purposely opened my bedroom door for one of his friends while I was changing into a bathing suit. He talked about that for days afterwards.

I suddenly felt Joey make a grab for my head and his thighs became as taught as bongos. I knew he was about to get off and tried pulling away to beg him not to repeat what he had done to me for the sake of the taped evidence. But I guess he had been prepared for my reluctance and held me to him firmly. I struggled to get away from his hold again and even harder as he went to stand just as he had that last time. I felt attached to him the way he was holding me to his cock so firmly, and the second he stood I felt him convulse with the first shot of his sperm entering my throat. I gagged trying to keep it from going down and I heard Joey nearly giggling over what he was doing. I really think he got off on doing this just because he knew how much it tortured my mind.

I could feel my throat filling up and once again went limp in his hands to prevent any further choking or gagging. And despite just how sickened this act made me feel, Joey turned it a hundred and eighty degrees when he told me how “beautiful I looked taking his load”. I guess it was some sick ego trip in my head, but knowing that I was pleasing him so well that he would refer to me as beautiful made me gush with pride. Odd, since I wasn’t doing any of this voluntarily.

However, unlike the last time, as he allowed me to back away from him he held onto my head with one hand and covered my mouth with his other hand.

“Take it sis, just swallow it all down.”

I shook my head over the disgusting nature of his request, but I was just about out of breath and his not knowing that I had little choice but to swallow to clear my airway, I closed my eyes and did as he ordered me. As I opened my eyes again I saw the wild expression he had on his face over my compliance and again my ego made my head grow.

Within seconds, Joey’s sexual intrigue waned and he grabbed his clothes to go upstairs. There I was sitting on the floor, totally nude, a gooey mess, and fairly well spent myself; and now quickly abandoned like I was yesterday’s newspaper. I knew that was the nature of guy’s, but hell, I wouldn’t exactly want to cuddle with him anyways. I grabbed my clothes and ran off to shower.

I almost masturbated while showering, but after cumming for the first time, I really didn’t feel the need to do that. I did wipe my fingers through myself several times trying to get a better look at what I had produced, but I figured it was too late to really see anything now.

After a ten minute hot shower, I shut the water off and wrung my hair as dry as possible. I pulled the curtain back and began stepping out when I heard the sound of my mom’s Polaroid camera snapping a picture of me. Instantly I knew what was going on and cursed at Joey. I told him that I hadn’t agreed to that yet and demanded the picture. He came over to me and calmed me down enough so as to at least take a look at the picture as it developed. When it came into view I saw that it was very unflattering right from the start, and my right leg was very blurry. My right arm totally blocked any view of my boobs, and as far as a nude goes, that destroyed the entire reason for having taken the picture in the first pace.

Joey agreed that the picture was very lacking and told me I could have it to make sure it was destroyed. But then he begged me to pose for a better one. After a good amount of pleading, and my demanding more than twenty dollars for it, I agreed to one more shot. This time I struck the pose I assumed would look most natural, showed as much as I thought was appropriate, and told him to take the picture. He wasn’t happy with my pose though because I had turned my body so only my boobs showed up well. Joey insisted that I had to show my bush, even though there was hardly any hair to show. I whined about it for a moment, but then gave him the pose he wanted. This time as the picture developed, Joey had his arm wrapped around me with his fingers playing with my ass. As it came clear to our sight, I had to agree that as far as nudes went, it was a good picture.

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