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 RP Brittany Revisited {John Michaels} (mf nc span incest anal)

   This file is a repost of Chapter 1.  The original subject line was
missing the content codes - I think I've got them right this time.

   I read Steve Jensen's "Brittany", and it sparked an idea.  The first
page or two are his, almost unchanged, but then the story goes down a very
different path.

   Any constructive comments to varod122@aol.com

   Chapter 1 - Brittany

   Fifteen-year-old Rob Kramer was worried sick about becoming a
sixteen-year-old virgin.  He wasn't a bad looking guy.  Just an ordinary
kid.  Brown Hair.  Brown eyes.  Average build.  Not tall enough to be a
basketball legend and not wide enough to be a fullback.  He rarely got less
than a C or more than a B.  Rob thought of himself as Mr.  Average.  He had
a few brief encounters with girls but sexually had never gotten past the
feeling-up stage.

   Lately, Rob was having a hard time understanding the mixed feelings he
was having about his twelve-year-old sister.  Even though he was less than
three years older, he had always been protective of her.  Sure, they argued
and fought as typical kids always did, but he still always made sure that
she caught the school bus, had her lunch and the other things that a
protective brother would do.  And he knew that she looked up to him as a
"big brother" even though she did sometimes act bratty.

   Brittany was always "Little Miss Perfect".  Straight A's in school. 
Room always immaculate.  Her clothes always matched.  Her chestnut brown
hair was always precision cut with perfectly straight bangs in front and
straight across her back.  She had big brown eyes that could radiate
whatever expression she was feeling.  They had a habit of making people
want to do Brittany's bidding.  Until now, he had always thought of her as
a little kid.  She had been in elementary school.  She never paid attention
to boys.  Her body had not yet started the adolescent development...  until
now.

   The first thing he noticed was the way she started wearing adult
clothes. Her washbasket always used to be school uniform, plus tee-shirts,
jeans, socks, white cotton vests and pants.  Now it contained short skirts,
brightly-coloured silk blouses, wispy panties and almost-invisible
brassieres.  He noticed all this because, since Mom left, Rob and Brittany
had shared most of the chores, including loading the washing machine.  OK,
she was turning from a little girl into a big one - but where was the money
coming from for all this?  Rob thought about asking his dad, but decided
that if Dad wanted to spend extra money on his little girl to make up for
not having a mother about the place, asking about it might sound like sour
grapes.

   So, Rob was fifteen and horny.  Handling his sister's scraps of
underwear had stirred his loins pretty badly that evening.  As he sat in
the chair, the thought of jacking off made him want to go to bed.  His Dad
sat watching TV and drinking his third glass of wine ...  he would be
asleep soon...  usually right there on the couch.  "Night, Dad," he said,
getting up to go upstairs.

   "Goodnight, Robbie," his dad said and then added, "make sure Brittany's
light is out on your way upstairs."

   Rob didn't remember the light until he had tossed his levis over the
chair and started to climb into bed, anxious to start stroking his cock. 
He knew that if his Dad noticed the light he would come upstairs to turn it
off and he didn't want to risk him looking in and maybe catching him
beating off.  He started to grab his levis but then shrugged and proceeded
without them.  It would just take a second and it was just across the hall.
Dressed only in his jockey shorts, he went to his sister's room as he had
done several times.  She left the light on a lot, especially if she thought
there was a chance of a night time storm.

   He entered her room and as by familiar feel turned off her light.  He
was surprised that the room did not darken and noticed that she had left
the closet light on as well.  "Damn," he uttered under his breath as he
crossed the room to turn it out.  On his way to the closet he stepped on a
pair of his sister's panties.  When he looked down and saw them, he looked
next over to his sister.  She slept in an oversized tee shirt and was on
top of the covers, on her stomach, her face buried in her pillow.  The
thoughts that quickly ran through Rob's mind frightened him but the fear of
getting caught was quickly overcome by the excitement of getting away with
it.  If Brit had nothing on under that shirt and he could lift it up
without her waking, he could have a great view of his sister's butt.  Wow.
That would make his upcoming masturbation session worth the wait.

   He picked up the panties in his hand and closed and locked her door on
his way to the bed.  The dim closet light was perfect and just enough light
for him to see his sister clearly.  Then, realising that if she woke up
that there would be hell to pay about the locked door, he opened it again.
He could hear snores over the sound of the TV downstairs, so the chance of
Dad spotting him was zero.  Now, if she woke, he wasn't doing anything more
than covering her up.  He went quietly over to his sister's bed and stood
beside it for a few minutes watching her sleep.  Her breathing was deep and
steady and he was sure she was asleep.  Brittany always had been a pretty
sound sleeper and hard to get up for school in the morning.

   Rob's heart raced so loud that he could hear it as he reached down and
gently lifted the bottom of his sister's shirt into the air.  There it was.
With the glow of the closet light bouncing off of it, the girl's round,
smooth butt looked like a beautiful sculpture.  Rob was having trouble
breathing quietly because he was so excited and his heart was pounding
wildly.  His cock reached full stiffness almost immediately.  After a few
minutes of staring at his sister's cute petite little ass, it was too much
for him to bear.  He took his free hand and started massaging his cock
through his jockey shorts.

   Slowly, he put Brittany's shirt up with the bottom of it just above her
waist.  Now with both hands free, he held the front of his shorts down with
one hand while he stroked his cock with the other.  This was the best
jackoff he had ever had, with a girl's bare ass just a couple of feet from
his erect cock.  Never taking his eyes off his sister's bare ass, Rob went
into a full stroke masturbation, forgetting the short, slow, quiet strokes
he had started with.  Suddenly, with no warning at all, his climax erupted.
He managed to snap his shorts over it, catching the torrent of cum as a
sticky mass inside the material.

   Rob waited for the feelings to subside, for his breathing to return to
normal, for his legs to stop wobbling.  Then he carefully replaced her
shirt, switched off the light and went back to his room.  The ruined shorts
would have to be hidden until his next washday, but that was a small price
to pay for a jackoff like that.  And there would be more to come when he
replayed the scene in his mind.

   For the next week, he did exactly that.  Four or five times a day the
vision of a cute little backside, glowing in the soft light from the
closet, would come into his mind.  He made his way to the bathroom,
straight away if he could, or as soon as possible if not, and jerk off.  A
couple of times he was stuck in a lesson, and had to wait.  The first time
he felt that his erection was all too visible as he stood up at the end and
stumbled out.

   Rob, like any fifteen-year-old boy, was sensitive about that sort of
thing.  He thought about it, and came up with a pretty neat scheme.  He
made a slit inside his pants pocket, and made sure that he had a wad of
tissue handy.  The next time it happened, his hand took the tissue through
the slit and wrapped it around his cock.  Now all he had to do was take his
daydream to its conclusion (gently ...  no sudden moves or heavy
breathing!), wait until the tissue had soaked up his cum, and remove it. 
Fine entertainment - better than Geography, any day!

   A week or so after his first adventure, he found that once again
Brittany had left her closet light on when she went to sleep.  Ah!  A
chance to refresh his memory!

   Rob had played out this moment so often in the last week that it was
like being back in his daydream.  Again, he tiptoed over to her bed and
stood beside it for a while watching her sleep.  Again her breathing was
deep and steady.  Again his heart thumped as he reached down and gently
lifted the shirt to her waist.  Again, he started to jerk off.  Suddenly,
Brittany moved!  He panicked and was away from her and by the door in an
instant.  It took him a minute to get back control of his shaking hands,
and in the interim he looked back at the bed.  Brittany had turned
completely over!  She was still asleep, but this time she was on her back.
It only took him a minute to realize that he could have the same view of
her pussy that he had had of her butt.  In the time that it took him to get
over to the bed, his panic had subsided.

   Again, Rob lifted Brittany's pajama-tee shirt and gasped quietly at the
sight of her tender, hairless mound.  Rob lay the shirt down just above her
navel and again started his jerking off, watching his sister's bare pussy
while he did it.  He was once again into a steady rhythm when Brittany
moved again.  This time he didn't panic and his only reaction was to allow
his undershorts to snap back up over his swollen cock while he watched
carefully to make sure that she wasn't going to wake up.  If she did, he
was just going to cover her, right?

   This time Brittany's move allowed both legs, which had been raised
slightly and bent at the knees, to flat in opposite directions.  The result
gave Rob a clear view of her slit, little hole and all.  Throwing caution
to the wind, Rob pulled his shorts down below his hips and stroked his
stiff cock as he massaged his balls and he scrutinized his sister's open
pussy below him.  He didn't realize until it was too late to do anything
about it that his cock was erupting, spewing wads of cum all over the bed
and his sister below him.  By the time he returned to reality from the
fantasy world of his orgasm, a ribbon of pearl glistened, reflecting the
closet light, as it crossed his sister's bare, flat stomach.  Another wad
had impacted the inside of her thigh and flowed down her leg until it
soaked into the bedspread.  Yet another had made its way to the top of her
mound where it impacted just below her soft patch of hair and cascaded down
her crack, crossing her open hole and dripping the rest of the way down the
crack of her ass making a pool where her butt met the bedspread.

   It took Rob a few moments to get his senses and even longer to catch his
breath.  Thinking rationally now, he decided not to try to clean up his
sister for fear of waking her.  "The shirt should soak up the semen," he
thought, "she won't even notice it in the morning." After one long last
look, he lifted her shirt and covered her.  Quietly, he turned towards the
closet to turn off the light.  He was horrified to hear her voice behind
him.  "Yuk!  Look what you've done, Rob!"

   A hundred explanations cascaded through his head, but he knew none of
them would work.  She hadn't sounded sleepy ...  she might have been awake
through the whole thing, deliberately exposing herself!

   Rob turned back, head bowed.  She was sitting up, feeling between her
legs.

   "You'd better fetch me a towel, you creep.  While I think about what I'm
going to tell Dad."

   He fetched the towel.  "I'm sorry, Britt ...  I don't know what came
over me.  Please don't tell Dad.  He'd be so hurt."

   "Haven't you seen enough?", she snarled.  "Turn around while I clean
up." Rob turned, redfaced.  "Perhaps not Dad.  Maybe I should tell a few of
the girls at school.  Or some of your classmates?"

   "Christ, no!  I'll make it up to you, somehow.  Anything!"

   "Hmmm.  You can do my chores for a while.  I'll do some, while Dad's
around - but you do the rest."

   "Sure, sis.  Anything you say."

   "And you can give me a hundred dollars."

   "What!  I don't have a hundred dollars!"

   "You're careful with your money.  I'll bet you've got fifty in your room
right now, and a _lot_ more in your savings account."

   Rob had.  But not for long.  Over the next few months, she had two
thousand dollars from him.  All his savings.  His allowance.  His
paper-round money.  Money from selling his computer games, his stamp
collection ...  Money he borrowed from friends, knowing he wouldn't be able
to repay.  Every time he complained or pleaded, she reminded him about the
cum-soaked sheet and tee-shirt, carefully hidden away.  _Her_ sheet, _her_
shirt, _his_ cum.  And he knew he'd never be able to explain to his father.

   "I used to like you.  Everybody does."

   "Maybe they don't know me very well.  I _like_ being a bitch.  I love
the sheep-eyes expression on your face when you try to explain why you
can't pay me what you owe."

   Rob ground his teeth.  "One day, Britt.  One day, you're going to need
help.  But you won't get it from me!"

   She smiled sweetly.  "Oh, yes I will, brother.  If I need something from
you, I only have to ask.  Don't I?  _Don't I?_"

   She was right, of course.  She had Rob over a barrel.  His masturbation
fantasies grew darker.  They still usually involved Britt, but there was no
sweetness and light now.  Instead she was tied to a bed, being whipped.  Or
facing a loaded gun and pleading for her life.  Meanwhile, he had to
pretend things were normal.  Britt's thirteenth birthday came round.  He
asked her to leave him some of his allowance, to buy her a present.

   "How sweet!", she laughed.  "You want to buy me a present."

   "No, you little piece of shit, I don't.  But I have to keep up this
charade for Dad's sake."

   "Wait here." She went to her room, reappearing with a small jewellers'
case.  "Give me this."

   'This' turned out to be a fine gold chain, with a gold pendant set with
some sort of semi-precious stone.

   "And where would I have found the money for this sort of thing from?"

   "You saved up.  Because you love me so much!"

   With no real choices in sight, Rob wrapped the case, and gave it to her
on her birthday.

   "Wow, Rob!  This is really neat, thanks!  What a marvellous brother I've
got, hey Dad?"

   "You certainly have, Britt.  Well done, Rob!  But that must have cost a
lot of money!"

   Rob muttered something about her being worth it, and needing something
to set off her fine new clothes.  His ears went red as he said it. 
Everyone thought he was being shy about being 'found out' in caring for his
sister.  Only Brittany and Rob knew different.

   He'd searched for the incriminating shirt and sheet, but not too hard.
Even if he found them, Brittany's accusations would work.  She'd tell Dad,
he'd believe her, Rob would go red.  He _was_ guilty, how could he not look
it?  But what was she doing with all the money?  He decided to find out. 
Hell, he had plenty of time now.  With no cash, his social life was shot.

   At breakfast one day, as she did two or three times a week, she asked
Dad if she could go home to a friend's for tea and study, and make an
evening of it.  He waited until she'd gone to school.

   "Dad?  OK if I stay out for a bit, too?"

   His father grinned broadly.  "Sure.  You've been hitting the books
pretty hard lately.  About time you had some fun.  Are you ok for cash?"

   "Well ..."

   "Hah!  Thought so!  It's a girl, isn't it?  Don't worry, I won't pry. 
Remember what it was like for me.  Will twenty do?" He offered the money.

   Rob managed a smile.  "Thanks, Dad.  I won't be too late."

   After school, he lurked behind a wall, watching for her.  She emerged
with a couple of her friends, Nicole Ballard and Melanie Regan, and he
followed them to Melanie's nearby house.  A big, expensive house, with a
couple of big cars outside.  A half-hour later, they emerged, dressed in
very smart gear and looking at least five years older.  That told him where
his money was going.  Keeping up with rich-bitch mates!

   They didn't seem to do much.  Just walked to a nearby bar, ordered
drinks, chatted amongst themselves and with others.  There seemed to be
some light flirting going on with some of the boys, but nothing that would
give him any kind of lever with her.  Was she drinking alcohol?  Rob didn't
know, and couldn't work out how to check.  The three girls left, went back
to the same big house, and Brittany left a few minutes later, back in her
uniform and with her school bag.

   A couple of days later, the same thing.  This was getting pretty boring!
He had nothing on her.  Ok, she wasn't studying like she said, but she was
still getting straight 'A's, so Dad wouldn't worry about that.

   Rob decided to watch her one more time.  This time, it was different. 
After the last lesson, Brittany went into the girls' bathroom.  When she
emerged, she was wearing dark t-shirt and jeans, and a dark coat.  She
walked to the shopping mall.  On the way she tucked her hair under a
baseball cap and pulled the coat collar up.  He realised that he wouldn't
have recognised her if he'd seen her like that in the street.

   Rob followed Brittany into one of the more expensive clothes shops.  She
didn't seem to be doing anything, just browsing.  She worked her way over
to a fairly crowded clothes-stand.  A woman was holding a blouse up to
herself, looking in the mirror.  Nearby were several bags, containing stuff
already bought in other shops.  Casually, Brittany helped herself to a
couple of the bags, and walked off.  In the next twenty minutes, she did it
twice more in other shops.  Then, fully-laden, she headed back to the
school, which was open late, for pupils who wanted to work in the library.
She did another quick switch, and was soon heading home with her uniform
and school bag, which presumably contained the stolen goods.

   This was more like it!  She could no more lie to Dad than he could, he
was sure.  And all the expensive clothes in her wardrobe would have to be
accounted for.  It wasn't Dad paying for it, after all.  She'd have to own
up to a combination of theft and blackmail, which made his teenage sin look
very small beans indeed!  In fact, he could probably start blackmailing
her! Not for money - anything she got, she would have spent on those damned
clothes.  But she certainly wouldn't be able to object to him stripping her
and wanking on her now and again ...  maybe he could get her to jack him
off ...  perhaps even go further than that ...  his erection was suddenly
painful, and he had to hobble off to the men's room.

   A bit more evidence would be needed, though.  At least he wouldn't have
to get bored watching her with her mates.  All he had to do was look for
what she was wearing when she left school.

   A week later, she followed the same pattern.  Anonymous clothes, walk to
the mall, steal, walk back.  And a week later, the same.  Only this time,
things went wrong.  As she went for her heist, the victim noticed.

   "Hey!  Come back with my things!"

   Brittany dropped the goods and ran, but a security guard came after her.
He grabbed her outside the shop, by the upper-floor railings.  She fought
to get away, but he had her arm in a tight grip.  Two more rent-a-cops were
heading towards them.  She reached into her pocket and pulled something
out. Suddenly the guard screamed in pain, clutching his eyes.  Rob watched
her running for the exit, while all other eyes, including the other guards,
were on the man as he staggered blindly to the railings, and fell over.

   There was an endless pause, followed by screams from above and below. 
Rob left, and headed home.

   He got home before she did - she'd had to go via the school.  But Dad
was there, and there were chores to be done, so the confrontation would
have to be put off.

   The three of them watched the local TV news together.  The guard was in
hospital, not expected to live.  He had a wife and two small children. 
Police were looking for a boy, age 13-17.  They had some good fingerprints
off the can of mace that the attacker had used.  Dad tutted, and so did
Rob. Brittany, he saw out of the corner of his eye, looked a little scared
and greenish.

   The next day, she looked better.  She probably figured that she was home
clear, with the police looking for a _male_ criminal.  They were talking
about fingerprinting all the boys in the school.  Brittany had said at
breakfast what a good idea she thought it was!  She was scheduled for one
of her evenings out with her friends.  Rob wasn't sure whether she'd go,
but she did.  Good!  That left him enough time to look around the house,
before Dad came in.

   He found her stash fairly quickly, in a forgotten corner of the loft
under some old carpeting.  Cheque books, credit cards, keys ...  he removed
some, being careful not to leave fingerprints, and dropped them into a
plastic bag.  Underneath was a stained sheet and t-shirt!  These he put
quickly into the wash.  Now she had no evidence against him, and he had
plenty against her!

   The following afternoon, they were both in and Dad was going to stay out
with friends.  Now was his chance!

   "Rob", said Brittany, "can you ask Dad for your allowance a bit early
this week?  I need to do some shopping."

   "No, sis.  I won't."

   "Oh, yes you will!", she hissed, with a venomous smile on her face. 
"You'll do _exactly_ as I want!"

   "Sorry, Brittany, no.  I need the money for myself."

   "I'll tell Dad ...  I'll _show_ him."

   "You can't.  I found the sheet and shirt, and laundered them."

   That rocked her, a little.  "But I can still _tell_ him, can't I?  And
you couldn't deny it, could you?"

   "You could.  But then I'd have to tell him what else I found."

   _That_ rocked her a lot.  "Nuh ...  nothing to do with me."

   "Your fingerprints on it."

   "I found it in the street."

   "So why not hand it in?"

   "I was going to ..."

   "Come off it, Britt!  I've _seen_ you stealing stuff."

   "You ...  how?"

   "Followed you from school," Rob said, grinning.

   "You followed me?  _WHEN_?"

   Rob knew this was the big question.  "Last week." Brittany relaxed. 
"And the week before." She relaxed further.  "_And the day before
yesterday! _"

   Her face went white.

   "That's right, little sister.  We know whose prints are on that can of
mace, don't we?  The guard's likely to die.  You're too young to face a
murder charge, but they'll certainly slap you pretty good!  What will your
fancy friends think of that?"

   "You couldn't ...  you wouldn't ...  what about Dad?"

   "Yes, he'd be right hurt.  I wouldn't want to do it, but it's my public
duty."

   "No, Rob.  Please!  Anything!"

   An evil grin formed on Rob's face.  "Hmmm.  You can do my chores for a
while.  I'll do some, while Dad's around - but you do the rest."

   "Sure, Rob.  Anything you say."

   "And you can take your clothes off."

   She gulped, and tried to protest.

   "Look, girl - I made one little mistake, trying to see your body, and
it's cost me plenty.  I'm going to make sure that your _BIG_ mistake costs
you even more.  Now get naked.  It's poetic justice!"

   Brittany realised that she was in a corner.  Giving him a look of pure
poison, she started to take off her clothes.  He hadn't had a chance to
see, before, but she was developing some pretty good curves.  Or was it
padding?  Nope?  The bra was off, and there were some definite breasts
there.  Not big - certainly not centerfold stuff - but pretty good for
thirteen years old.

   Soon she stood there, head bowed, wearing nothing but a pair of flimsy
panties.  Tears trickled down her face.

   "ALL of it, I said!  NOW!"

   She slowly and reluctantly took them off.  He looked her up and down,
walking around her a couple of times.

   "Right.  Pick it all up, and come upstairs."

   "What ...  what are you going to do?", she asked.  He said nothing, and
she bent down and picked up all her strewn clothing, giving him a glorious
view of her crack.  She followed him upstairs.

   "Put it all in your room, sis, then come and join me in mine," he
grinned.  The erection was beginning to hurt.

   She did as she was asked.

   "Why your room?", she asked as she sat on his bed.

   "Because, dearest Brittany, I might feel the urge to splash some cum
about the place.  If I do, I don't want it getting on your bed or your
clothes.  I don't think you'll try blackmail again, but why take chances?"

   He stripped, quickly, and laid down on the bed.

   "Now, sis, I want you to _gently_ take hold of my cock ...  that's
right. Now, move your hand up and down ...  fine.  Keep doing that."

   The sap rose fast, and soon he was splattering semen all over his naked
sister.  Nice!

   "Is that it, then?", Brittany asked, in a small voice.

   "Oh, no!  That's just the one I've been saving up for a couple of
months. Now, get on your hands and knees on the bed, legs apart."

   She did, and he stood behind her for a while, admiring the view.  He
prodded at her tiny, hairless pussy, reaching inside with one finger, then
two.  That felt _good_!  He extracted the fingers, and pushed one of them
up her ass.  She whimpered, "please, Rob, no!  It's wrong!"

   "You've been blackmailing me for months, stealing for god-knows how
long, and you put a good man on life-support two days ago.  And you talk to
_me_ about wrong?"

   Rob sat down on the edge of the bed.  "Come here, and get across my
knees!"

   "What are you going to do?"

   "Something I've wanted to do for ages now.  You're going to get a really
good spanking!"

   "No, please...  It'll hurt!"

   "Fine.  I'll ring the police, then, shall I?"

   "You _BASTARD_!", she hissed, as she draped her tiny, naked body across
his knees.

   "And no shouting!", warned Rob, as he roamed his hand over her taut,
petite backside.  "If anyone finds us like this, they're going to want
answers - and I'll give them the lot!".  He brought his hand down in a
stinging slap.  She squealed, then bit her lip.

   "You know, Britt ...  that night when I jacked off over you, I was a
little bit in love with you.  Your skin was glowing in the soft light from
the closet.  You looked wonderful.  More than anything else in the world, I
wanted to keep you safe.  I'd have done anything for you." Rob brought his
hand down again, raising another bright-red handprint on the other cheek.
"Well, sis, you sure cured me of those feelings!  I've grown up a lot in
the last couple of months.  I suppose I should thank you.  But I don't."
Another slap, this time high on the buttocks.  "I liked the way you were. I
_liked_ looking after my pretty, bratty, feisty, bright little sister.  I
wish we could go back to those days.  But we can't, can we?" Another smack,
low down near the top of her legs.  Brittany sobbed, softly.  Rob lifted
her on to her feet.

   "Right.  Come with me." He led her into the bathroom, and turned on the
shower.

   "In we get.  I'm going to make sure that all the cum's off you.  You're
getting no chance to collect any more blackmail material."

   He soaped her thoroughly, paying particular attention to the 'important
little places', and rinsed her off.  Then had her soap him, making sure she
lingered over his cock, which was becoming hard and long again.  He rinsed
off, then turned off the shower and pushed her to her knees.

   "Open wide, Britt!  Let's see how far I can shoot down your throat!"

   She tried to protest, but he grabbed a bunch of her hair and twisted it.
Another yelp, and she had her mouth open with his cock inside!  This was
getting good!

   He tried to coach her, having read a fair bit about it.  "No, bitch! 
Movement, not suction.  Up and down on the shaft with your lips...  And
keep your goddam teeth out of the way!"

   She learned pretty fast.  Not surprising, really.  Everything she did,
she was good at.  Schoolwork, sports, crafts ...  blackmail, thieving,
murder...  His sweet little sister, giving him his first blowjob!  And boy,
did it feel good!  All too soon, he climaxed again.  She choked, and spat
out his semen, leaving him pumping all over her face and down her chest. 
He turned on the shower again and cleaned them both off, then dried her in
a big fluffy towel.

   "Right, sis.  That's this lesson finished.  Back to your room, get
dressed, and come downstairs.  I'll make supper."

   Head bowed, tears streaming, she left the bathroom.  He finished drying
himself, went to his room and dressed, then headed downstairs to assemble a
meal.  As he was finishing, Brittany appeared, looking a little more
composed.  She'd put on some of her 'grown up' clothes - a creamy-white
silk blouse with black knee-length skirt, and the gold pendant she'd made
him give her for her birthday.  Rob had been expecting her school stuff or
jeans and t-shirt, which she normally wore around the house.  There was
obviously a message here, but what was it?  She sat down on the kitchen
chair, winced, then went to fetch a cushion and sat on that.  They ate in
silence.

   Rob started to collect the plates, but his sister stopped him.  "No,
Rob. I'm to do the chores, remember?  You shouldn't really have made that
lovely meal for me."

   What?  He'd made her strip naked and jack him off, he'd spanked her and
then raped her mouth, and now she was coming out with _compliments_!  What
the heck was going on here?  She finished collecting the plates, took them
to the sink, and started washing up.

   "Should I dry?", asked Rob.

   "No, Rob.  Thanks, but it's my turn.  It's _always_ going to be my turn
when Dad's not about.  Remember?  Just like until today it was always your
turn.  I was a real bitch, wasn't I?"

   "Uh ...  yes, you were.  I hated you."

   "And do you hate me now?"

   "I'm not sure.  A lot of it went when I didn't have to be scared of you
any more.  I still don't like you very much, though.  The blackmail - that
was pretty painful for me, but there's the stealing and maybe murder on
top...  I can't like somebody who thinks that sort of thing is OK.  And
remember what you said to me?  'I _like_ being a bitch.  I love the
expression on your face when you can't pay me'.  That hit me pretty hard."

   "I didn't really mean that, Rob.  It's just sort of ...  well ...  stuff
happens.  Remember I stayed with Mom last year?  She looked soooo good, had
lots of nice things, tons of boyfriends, went out enjoying herself.  Well,
that's what I wanted.  A couple of the girls in class - Melanie and Nicole
- were already into that sort of thing - clothes, makeup, bars, boys.  And
they talked like I tried to talk to you - a bit like Mom, as well. 
Sneering, cynical.  They invited me to join them.  Gave me a few of their
castoffs to start me off, showed me how to make up older...  we had a
pretty good time."

   "Yeah", said Rob.  "I saw you."

   "Well, they knew I didn't have their kind of money, but I could see they
were looking down on me.  They were still giving me stuff - or rather,
selling it cheap - but they were kind of sneering as they did it."

   "Real friends wouldn't sneer," Rob pointed out.  "Some of my friends
have got pots of money, some have to save dimes to buy an ice-cream.  We're
all just buddies.  The ones with money dip their hands in their pockets a
little more than the others, but not enough to brag about.  What we do, if
one or two of the guys are broke, we all go and do something for free, like
football or something."

   "You must have been doing a lot of that lately, Rob.  I'm really sorry."

   "I haven't seen much of the guys for weeks.  I borrowed money off them,
and I've been too ashamed to face them, knowing I couldn't pay."

   "I've got a feeling they'd rather forget the money than lose you as a
friend."

   "Hmm.  Maybe.  Anyway, I'll be able to pay them back now.  And what
about your sneering friends?"

   "I was desperate not to be treated like some charity case.  So, when you
sneaked into my room that night ...  Rob ...  did you mean what you said
upstairs?"

   "What did I say?"

   "When you were ...  about how I looked in bed.  About how you loved me,
and wanted to protect me.  About wishing you could have your 'pretty,
bratty, feisty, bright little sister' back?"

   "Of course I meant it.  Can't see it happening, though.  There's too
many things happened.  Too many reasons not to trust you.  Or myself.  Uh
...  carry on with your story."

   "Well, that night I suddenly figured a way I could keep up with them. 
It worked, for a while.  I had more money than they did, and did _that_
choke them!  Not only couldn't they put me down, but I could stop doing
their homework assignments for them."

   "Ah _ha_!  So that's why they picked you.  They just wanted the
brightest girl in school raising their grades for them!"

   Britt's eyes went big and round.  "Oh - I hadn't thought of that ... 
maybe you're right.  I've been a fool!  But anyway, the money started to
run out.  I could see you were hurting.  I'd squeezed everything out of
you, and it still wasn't enough.  I went to the mall one day, just looking
around to see what I'd buy if ever I had enough money.  A woman came in
with a girl about my size.  Both very well dressed, with a pile of shopping
around them.  They stacked it all beside the counter, and went looking for
more.  I picked up a couple of the bags, and brought them home.  I figured,
they've been paid for and bagged, they aren't going to set off the alarms.
One of them had _these_ clothes in - this top, this skirt, this chain.  The
other one had bigger clothes.  But the receipt was in the bag, so I took it
to the shop the next day, and said my Mom had decided she didn't want it
after all.  They started to talk about refunds, and having to wait until
Mom's check cleared, so I said that she didn't want a refund - she wanted
me to choose some things for myself."

   "Clever.  But you couldn't keep pulling the same trick."

   "Of course I could.  As long as I didn't choose the same assistant, or
the same shop, too soon after.  Some women change their minds about clothes
a lot!  And all the bags had the shop names on.  It was easy.  I know it
was wrong, but Nicole and Melanie have so much ...  all the women I stole
from have so much ...  I just wanted some of it for myself.  Is that so
bad?"

   "Yes, Britt.  It is.  You want something, you earn it.  We do pretty
well out of our Dad.  He's not poor, but he's careful.  Wants to make sure
there's money put away for our college."

   Brittany bowed her head.  "I'm really sorry, Rob.  I hope that guard
comes through all right."

   "So do I, sis.  So do I."

   She finished putting the dishes into the cupboards, and moved through to
the lounge.  She sat on the sofa, Rob taking an armchair opposite.

   "So, where do we go from here, big brother?"

   "I don't know.  You've got me confused again.  I _know_ you're smarter
than I am.  Is this 'good-little-sister' thing an act?  Because you don't
want me stripping you naked, or spanking you, or making you give me a
blowjob?"

   "No act, Rob.  At least, I don't think so.  I _am_ sorry.  I know I've
done wrong, to you and a lot of other people.  I can't make it up to them,
but I _can_ make some of it up to you.  Anyway, you're wrong."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I _do_ want to be stripped naked, and spanked.  And I _do_ want to give
you a blowjob!"

   Rob looked stunned.  His cock began straining at the leash again. 
Brittany stood up, unbuttoned her blouse and skirt, and threw them off. 
Underneath, she was wearing nothing!

   "But ...  but you hated it!  You cried!  That wasn't fake, was it?"

   "That was real, all right.  I did hate it.  But it was what I deserved,
and that's what I hated most, knowing that I deserved it.  And ...  it was
what I needed.  I think it's put me straight.  I hope so.  But I'll need a
few more lessons!" She wept, but there was a half-attempt at a smile among
the tears.

   She got down on the carpet on all fours.

   "Would you like to spank me again, Rob?  Please?"

   "Not just now, Britt.  My hand's sore.  I suppose I could try a whip?"

   "Mmm ...  that sounds good." She walked over and sat on his lap.  "Go
on, then.  What would you like to do?  Anything you want ...  please!"

   Rob carried her back to the sofa, and laid her down.  He pulled her legs
apart, brought her knees to her armpits, and beckoned her to hold them in
position with her arms.  This gave him a perfect view of her tiny cunt,
spread wide and showing her little button, with puckered asshole behind. 
He carefully put a finger in each orifice, moving it in and out a few
times. Then two fingers into her cunt, with his thumb gently stroking her
clit.  She wriggled excitedly, bucking her hips on to his fingers and
driving them deeper.

   "Please, Rob.  Please fuck me.  _Please_!"

   He eased out of his trousers, and pressed his aching cock against her
entrance.

   "Are you sure about this, Britt?  Shouldn't I wait until I've got some
condoms?"

   "Yes, I'm sure.  And no, you shouldn't.  My period only finished
yesterday, so you're safe.  If you want to be safer, pull it out when you
start coming."

   Rob didn't need any more encouragement.  It slid in slowly, gently.  At
one point there was a slight obstruction, which vanished as he pressed
against it.

   "Ouch," said Brittany.  "Well, that's that out of the way.  Wasn't as
bad as they said.  Come _on_, Rob.  Fuck me.  Fuck me now!"

   He couldn't hold back.  With wild, thrusting strokes, he fucked his
little sister for some minutes.  He was a bit surprised how long it took
him to come to climax, then remembered that he'd cum twice already in the
last hour.  At last, with sweat dripping from both of them, he reached his
peak.  In the nick of time, he remembered to pull it out, and sprayed
quantities of semen over Britt's chest.  She put a finger in it, and licked
it.

   "Not too bad.  Next time, I'll try not to spit it out."

   "Might keep the place cleaner, I suppose", grinned Rob.

   They showered again, but this time the atmosphere between them was very
different.

   "How long before Dad comes home?"

   "It's six o'clock.  At least four hours, probably longer.

   "Good.  Take me to bed, Rob.  Please?"

   In Rob's room, they lay on top of the bed, exploring each other with
eyes and fingers.  Brittany began running her fingers up and down his cock,
which remained semi-limp.  Then she moved down the bed, and took it into
her mouth.

   "Nice, sis, but..."

   "But what, Rob?"

   "You've left me nothing to play with except your golden locks." Rob ran
his fingers through his sister's fair hair.

   "Hmm.  You're right.  And my 'parts' feel like a bit of attention, too.
I'd better change position."

   She turned around until she was on all fours above him, her cunt only
inches from his face.  He stroked her ass, which still had his handprints
outlined in bright red, then put a finger up her asshole and thumb up her
cunt, twiddling the two to feel the thin membrane between the two passages.
With his other hand, he stroked her clit and then massaged her
small-but-definitely-there breasts.  Meanwhile, she got back to work with
hands and mouth on his cock.  Eventually, he started to feel life
returning.

   "Things starting to happen down there, Britt!"

   "Ah cah ee at!", she replied.

   "Stop talking with your mouth full!"

   She giggled, and removed her mouth from his cock.  "I said, I can see
that!", she replied.

   "So, what do you want to do now?"

   "Just cuddle and fool about for a bit, I suppose."

   They climbed under the quilt.  They'd already had enough close-up and
intimate views of each others bodies that they didn't need to see any more
for a while.  Touch was enough.  They kissed, passionately.  Rob wondered
briefly where Britt had learned to kiss like that, then realised that she
might well have learned it by practising on his cock.  It was much the same
action.  She turned away from him, raising her knee to give him full access
to her lower regions.  He pulled her towards him, massaging her breasts. 
His cock jammed tightly against her cunt entrance, then moved to her ass.
He pushed, gently, and it went in an inch or so.  Brittany yelped.

   "Hey!", he said in a mock-stern voice.  "You said you'd do anything. 
Didn't you mean it?"

   "Uh...  yes, I suppose so.  I just didn't think you meant _that_!"

   "Look.  I want to cum inside you, and neither of us want you getting
pregnant.  Right?"

   "Right!"

   "So, I cum up your ass.  Everybody's happy.  All we need is some
lubricant, 'cos it's a bit dry down there at the moment.  That's why it
hurts."

   "Well ...  all right." She went to her room, coming back with some skin
cream.  "Will that do?"

   "Sure to, I should think.  Ok, get on all fours."

   Brittany positioned herself on all fours on the bed, legs apart.  Rob
took a dollop of the cream, and started to work it into her anus.  Soon he
could get three fingers in easily, and his prick was steaming.  He rubbed
the cream all over his cock, positioned herself behind her, placed the tip
against her rear entrance, and pushed gently.  First an inch, then two and
three, and finally the whole throbbing length was buried in her bowels.

   "That feels ok, Rob", said Brittany.  "This is gonna work!  In fact, it
feels good!"

   He reached around in front and massaged her clit, then began, first
gently and then faster, moving his cock in and out of Britt's ass.  At last
he came, in an explosive climax which seemed to go on and on, filling his
sister's lower intestine with his creamy juices.

   When the flood had passed, he withdrew, and carefully examined the scene
of the crime.  Britt's little asshole had puckered right back into place,
keeping his whole monstrous load tightly locked inside.

   "Pretty good, sis!  First time I've cum with no mess and no cleaning up
to do!"

   "You may not have, big brother, but I'd better go and do something about
it before I burst!"

   She padded off to the bathroom, leaving Rob to examine his change of
fortunes.  In a couple of hours, he'd rid himself of a blackmailer, lost
his virginity with a jackoff, a blowjob, a fuck, and an ass-fuck.  And he'd
made friends with his sister again.  Which was probably the best thing of
all.

   And the following day, they learned that the guard was out of danger and
would make a full recovery.