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   ****

   Chapter 1

   I never intended to become a blackmailer.  I was only trying to protect
my sister at first.  I always thought of myself as a good person.  But I
couldn't resist temptation when it came down to it.

   It happened at kind of a lonely time in my life.  I never had many
friends at school, and lately my best friend Kirk had been blowing me off
with stupid excuses about stuff he had to do, so I was feeling down and
spent most evenings at home.

   Almost every day I would lock myself in my room and go on the Internet.
There, I could get on camwhore sites and look at girls my age and talk to
them without them having to see me, which always made me nervous.  It got
to be addictive.  You never know what you'll see there.  At least once a
week, and sometimes once a day, I would see some hot girl's boobs.  If I
was lucky, I'd see vag or one of the girls would be convinced to bate on
cam.  These days were epic, and I fapped along.

   I felt a little bad for those girls.  Many of them ended up getting
recorded, and the videos spread all over the place.  Some were even
blackmailed into doing more than they wanted.  I didn't like that part of
it, but I wanted to see boobies and so became one of the faceless crowd of
people in those rooms asking for them to show us tummy or bra in hopes of
more.

   That all changed in a heartbeat.  I always kept a watch out for the new
users, since they were the ones most likely to be talked into something.  I
checked out a new user's room several times an hour.  One time, I entered a
room and was rewarded with the image of a girl's flat tummy.  That was
always a good sign, and my dick started to harden in anticipation.  Then,
as I looked closer, I realized I recognized the room.  When she stopped
showing her tummy and sat back down in front of the computer, my suspicions
were confirmed.  It was my sister.  She was only down the hall from me, in
her room, and I was watching her on webcam.

   My sister Erin is only twelve, three years younger than me.  She's got
long dark brown hair and is super cute, with a cute kind of crooked smile
and a bubbly look, and faint freckles that you can only see when you get
close.  When she laughs she reminds me of one of those cartoon faeries,
except with tiny braces.  She usually dressed a little boyishly, preferring
jeans over skirts and not yet into makeup, and her hair often looked a
little bit messy.  Erin was also a cool kid, by my judgment.  She was sweet
and really smart for her age, and into a lot of the same geeky stuff as I
was.  Sure she bugged me a lot, too, but I loved her, and would do anything
for her.  Our dad died when we were young so I was more protective of her
than most older brothers.

   And I'd just been hard at seeing her flashing her tummy.  The other
people in the chat room were asking to see it again, and some were asking
her to flash bra or panties.  I sat there, dumbfounded, and watched as she
flashed her tummy again.  Then, with an embarrassed smile, she answered the
demands of those in the chat room and pulled her shirt up higher, over her
training bra.

   I knew what would happen if I didn't act.  She was like a lot of girls,
in love with the sudden attention she was getting and willing to go a
little farther each time.  It was trouble.  I had to put a stop to it.  You
might be willing to let that happen to some stranger, but if you see
trouble coming at your sister, you do whatever it takes to protect her.  So
I did the first thing I could think of ...  I messaged her, a private
message.  "I know who you are," I typed, and then added her name.  "Unless
you want everyone you know to know what you've done, you'll do as I say."

   My heart broke a little as I saw her panicked expression while she read
my message.  But it was all I could think of ...  put a scare in her big
enough that would convince her never to try something like this again.  I
told her to make the room private and kick everybody but me out.  It took a
few minutes, but she did.  I was alone with her in the chat room, just like
I was in the house.

   She asked who I was.  "I'm not going to tell you," I typed.  "But I know
who you are." I didn't know what to type next.  I just knew I had to make
it look good so she'd be scared enough.  "Do what I say or it'll be big
trouble for you.  From now on you're not going to be going on webcam with
anybody else." Neither of us typed with proper capitalizations or grammar,
but that was the essence of what was said.

   "What do you want me to show you?" she asked.

   That did it.  I realized I could get her to show me something she hadn't
showed yet.  My penis jumped up and saluted that idea.  I told myself that
if I got her actually doing something, she'd be even more scared and not
want to try something like this again.  "Show me your bare bum," I typed,
telling myself that was innocent.  I'd seen that before years ago when she
was getting spanked for being bratty.  Brothers saw that all the time.

   On the screen, she pulled down her pants and I saw her little panties
with monkeys on them.  Her perfect little butt turned towards me and she
peeled them down, revealing her bare ass.  It was so cute.  And looked so
hot.  I rubbed myself through my pants, ashamed of myself but unable to
stop.  What I was doing hit home suddenly and I freaked out.  "Okay, that's
enough," I typed.

   "It is?" she responded, looking dubious.

   "For now.  But if I find out you've been showing yourself on camera to
anybody else, I'll be very mad." I was going to leave it there, I swear
...but then fear crept into me.  She could report me to the site's admin,
or our parents, and if an investigation were launched, it might lead back
to me.  So I had to scare her even more.  "Get on this time tomorrow and
invite only me." That would give me time to think.  "And remember, I know
who you are but you don't know who I am.  I'll be watching.  If I find out
you've told anybody about this, or gone to the police, I can hurt you and
your family before they could find me." I told her she could go, and she
logged off.

   I realized that I had saved a capture of our video chat.  I didn't even
remember starting it.  But I saved it anyway, and watched it again, fapping
to my sister for the first time, and coming up with a plan.

   That night at dinner after Mom came home I noticed Erin looked glum,
like she was crying, and I felt like a piece of dirt.  Dinner was
uncharacteristically quiet, and Mom asked if anything was wrong, but to my
relief, Erin just shook her head and said she had a lot of homework.

   I couldn't get the image of my sister's little butt out of my mind.  It
was so wrong, but it made my heart flutter thinking about it.  I knew I had
to do three things the next day.  I had to make sure I could keep an eye on
the situation.  I had to try to ease some of her fears while keeping her
too scared to tell anybody.  And I had to see more.  It was difficult, but
I had an idea.

   I came home from school at lunch instead of staying at school like
usual, and snuck into my sister's room, putting a program on her computer
that I'd found the night before.  I knew her passwords so it was easy to
break in and give me the administrator access I needed.  The program was a
special type of spyware.  I could watch her webcam at any time, even if she
didn't want me to, and without the camera light turning on.  It also let me
monitor her IMs and almost anything else I wanted.  It was hidden carefully
in a subfolder of one of her games.  I went back to school, proud of
myself, at least technically speaking.

   When the appointed time came, I was sitting in my room, pants unzipped
so my cock could be easily freed.  She showed up only a few minutes late
and I started a private chat.  "What do you want from me?" she asked.

   I had been thinking of what to say to her all through school and decided
on a mix of fear and flattery.  "You're a beautiful girl, Erin.  And you
could be very sexy.  I know you want to be sexy, that's why you were
showing everybody else.  I just want you to be sexy for me, and only me, on
the camera.  I promise you if you do what I say I will never touch you or
try to meet you and I will only try to make you feel good.  If you don't or
try on tell on me, I'll make everybody you know think you're a slut, and I
might even hurt your family.  I don't want to, but if you don't obey me I
have no choice.  Do you understand?"

   She nodded and wiped a tear away.  "Good," I typed.  "First I want you
to download this file and run it." I gave her a link.  The file was
nothing, a dummy file I thought up just so that she would think that was
what was causing my special powers.  I used my program to make sure she
downloaded and ran it, and then told her that it let me watch her whenever
I wanted and send messages directly, instead of going through the chat
site. If she tried to get rid of it, I would know and I would take action.

   "I won't," Erin said.  She still sounded sad.  It tugged at my
heartstrings.  I wished I could change it.  Maybe in time.  But another
part of me needed tugging right then.

   I told her I wanted to see her in just bra and panties.  She quickly
stripped down, and looked just perfect in a pair of tight red panties with
stars on them.  The training bra was white.  I asked her to pose like a
model, and she got into a variety of poses while I lightly stroked my cock.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore.

   I typed, "Take your bra off." She hesitated, so I told her again.  She
undid the strap, and stood in front of the camera, topless.  Her chest was
almost flat, with just the hint of bumps the shape of tits, each tipped
with a nipple that was barely darker than the rest of the skin.  I wanted
to see them in person, but I couldn't do that.  This was the best I could
get.  I told her to rub her nipples with her fingers, and she did.  I came
close to coming, so I held off and stopped touching myself.  I wanted
something else to cum to.

   "Take off your panties now." She was quicker this time, but turned her
back to me, showing her ass again, and looking at the screen over her
shoulder.  I told her to do a set of poses for me, and watched as my naked
little sister posed like my private nude model.  I told her how hot she
was, how sexy she looked, even told her she could be a model.  I thought I
saw a smile at that.

   But the camera's resolution wasn't good, and her little pussy was hard
to see from far away, just the hint of a slit.  I asked her for a close up.

   It was beautiful close up.  Smooth, bare, just a tucked in little
package with an opening at the bottom.  She didn't seem to have any hair. I
began to rub my cock again, and asked her to spread the lips apart.

   I couldn't resist any longer and, staring at her fingers splaying her
little pussy and the pinkness inside, I began pumping up and down my shaft
I came imagining myself deep inside that hole, inside my sister's pussy.

   ****

   Chapter 2

   When I was done, the guilt returned.  I told Erin she could stop the
close-up and get dressed if she wanted, and started asking questions. 
Whether she had a boyfriend, had she ever kissed, and so on.

   What I found out was a bit of a shock.  The girl I thought was my
innocent little sister had done more with the opposite sex than I had.  I'd
kissed a few girls, but hadn't even made it to second base.  My sister told
me she'd not only had a boyfriend who she kissed, but had also touched his
penis and gave him a hand job, although she called it "rubbing his
thingie". She didn't have a boyfriend now, though ...  when she didn't want
to put his "thingie" in her mouth, he found another girlfriend.  My
brotherly instincts flared up and I wanted to kick the jerk's teeth in, but
at the same time I was glad she hadn't done more.

   Next I asked her if she masturbated.  She claimed she hadn't.  My cock
was back, semi-hard once again and it was hard to resist its demands ...  I
asked her to do it for me.  She said she didn't know how, so I taught her.

   I told her to take off her panties and rub her finger up her slit, over
and over again.  I pointed out what her clit was (I think) and told her to
rub that too.  I know it was sick, but it was so incredibly stimulating
watching a little 12 year old masturbate, and all the more so because it
was her, my sister.  She didn't seem to be as into it as the girls in porn
videos were, but she looked spectacular doing it, and when I asked, she
said it felt funny, but kind of good.  But she seemed to be getting bored
with it, so after I came for the second time that night, watching her run
her fingers in and out of her tight pussy hole, I told her that was enough
for that night.

   I had taped it all, of course, and would watch it right before bed and
jack off once more to the video, but I didn't want to take up all of her
time and make her feel like a slave.  At least I didn't think I did.

   Over the next few days, in small pieces, I got to see every inch of my
sister's body, in every position imaginable.  I had her masturbate a few
times, often while she was watching porn videos that I'd found and made her
watch.  Although I didn't see her orgasm, I thought I might have come close
once when I got her to stick her electric toothbrush in her vagina and turn
it on.  After a few minutes feeling the vibrations in her hole she began
breathing very heavily and forced and there were a few seconds of that
video where she just smiled in pure pleasure that I watched over and over
again, more than the most hardcore parts.

   I tried to view myself more as a teacher, even a friend, than just a
blackmailer.  I was cumming buckets myself but I wanted to make her happy.
I spent a lot of time as the blackmailer just talking to her about her day
without wanting anything sexual, and when it did involve sex, I tried to
teach her about what guys like and would make her feel good.  I got her to
simulate a blowjob on a banana from the fridge, and showed her how to do it
right, when I learned the reason she lost her boyfriend was for fear that
she'd do it wrong.  I knew I was getting more out of it than she was, but
telling myself I was helping her too was important to me.

   But as much as I got, I always wanted more, and I still felt guilty.  To
make up for the bad things I was doing, when I was really with my sister,
instead of being on the other end of the computer, I treated her better,
even treated her to ice cream after school.  That lead to an awkward moment
as she began to suck on the ice cream in a way that reminded me of her
blowjob lessons, and I got an uncomfortable erection, that I was only able
to hide by not getting up from the booth until it had gone away.

   That began to be a continuing problem.  Now when I was with her, I was
almost a hair trigger for erections.  How could I not be?  I'd seen what a
tight body was under those plain clothes, I often knew what panties she'd
be wearing and could picture them hugging her body and her peeling them
off. I was worried that I'd go too far and she'd notice and maybe
everything would be unraveled.  Or, worse, that I'd forget myself and give
into my desires and try and grab her, touch her.

   The solution came to me in a dream.  It was so simple.  It was also
despicable, but so was everything I'd already done.  I could back off and
not do it, but it was a perfect way to move into what I really wanted and
not have her hate me for it.

   I already had some tricks set up to help disguise my identity.  I could
set a timer so that a message from The Blackmailer would show up a
predetermined time after I sent it, so I, as her brother, could be doing
something else like making noise in the kitchen or running to the bathroom
when it appeared.  I could make use of this trick in a way that hadn't
occurred to me until the night I dreamed I was talking to her as her
brother while the Blackmailer told her to do things to me.  I couldn't do
that, but what I could do was close enough.

   While she was doing her homework, I, as the Blackmailer, was talking to
her about her day like I normally did.  She was dressed, but wasn't wearing
her bra under her shirt because I'd asked her not to, so she could flash me
when I wanted.  I set a message on a delay, to take off her shirt and flash
her boobs.  I then went to walk down the hall and opened her door without
knocking to ask her if she knew where my PSP was.  I hadn't timed it
correctly...  when I opened it, she was just about to raise her shirt but
hadn't done more than hold onto the bottom in preparation.  Her hands
dropped as soon as I started speaking.

   When she realized it was me, she freaked out and began to cover the
screen with one hand, trying to close the windows with her other.  "Andrew!
Don't you knock?" she yelled.

   "Sorry," I said.  "I just thought you might have borrowed it and I want
to play with it, I'm bored."

   "I don't have it."

   I grinned a little.  "What are you doing anyway?  Talking to a
boyfriend?"

   "No," she said simply with a sad look on her face.  "Just a ...  friend.
But it's private."

   "Okay," I said.  "Whatever.  Let me know if you see my PSP."

   I left, and returned to my room.  There, I quickly typed "So I'm a
friend, am I?" Even though she usually typed her answers to me, her camera
had a mike in it so I could hear anything that went on.  I usually listened
to it with earphones.

   "No," she typed.  "But I couldn't tell the truth, could I?" Her mouth
was a tiny little line, not happy at all.  I was sorry about that, but it
gave me the opportunity I wanted.

   "That's too bad.  But to show I'm not completely heartless ...  do you
want a chance to get rid of me?"

   She furrowed her brow and typed "How?"

   My heart began beating fast as I laid it out for her.  It could be a
make or break moment.  "I want you to call Andrew into your room and offer
to give him a blowjob."

   Her mouth made a little o-shape in surprise.  "I can't do that," she
typed.  "He's my brother!"

   "So?"

   "He'll think I'm sick!"

   I smiled to myself.  "I'm betting he won't.  And if he refuses, I
promise I'll go away and never bother you again.  You can tell him it was
just a dare, or whatever you want to tell him.  But if he says yes, then
you have to give him one and swallow his cum, and tell him you'll give him
one whenever he wants." Getting bold, I added, "In fact, anything sexual he
wants you to do you have to let him.  But you have to do it on camera, or
the deal's off, and of course you can't tell him, or you know what will
happen..."

   She bit on her lip in the cute way she did when she was thinking
something over, and I crossed my fingers in anticipation.  Then she
adjusted the camera view so it was focused more on the bed and I knew my
dreams were about to come true.  I started to record the stream coming from
her cam, just as I heard her yell out my name.

   "Just a second," I yelled, typed as the Blackmailer to say that I'll
just watch, then took a deep breath and tried to think of unsexy things so
that I wouldn't have a boner when I entered her room.  It took almost a
minute to get it to go away, and then I went into my sister's room.

   "What, did you find my PSP?" I asked.

   She was already seated on the bed, looking nervous.  She shook her head
at my question.  "I need to talk to you," she said.  "Come in." She patted
the covers beside her.

   I went and sat down.  "Sure," I said.  "What do you want to talk about?"

   This close, I could tell she was blushing.  She didn't speak right away,
and when she did, there was a little bit of a stutter in her voice.  "Do...
do you know what a b...  blowjob is?"

   I tried my best to act surprised at the question.  My dick rose up,
making a dent in my pants, but her eyes were down at the floor.  "Yes..." I
said.  "Why?"

   "Do you want one?" she asked, and then looked up into my eyes.  "From
me, I mean?"

   "Really?" I asked.  "You'd do that?" She nodded.  "Yeah, I would love
one."

   "You would?" she asked, and seemed more surprised than unhappy, which
relieved me, because if she looked like she hated it I might have backed
out.

   "Any guy would," I said.  "If you want to..."

   She reached out her trembling fingers towards my jeans and undid the
button, then slowly pulled the zipper down.  My dick was already hard and
throbbing, but at least now I had a proper excuse for it.

   "Wow," Erin said as she pulled it free from my underwear.  "It's bigger
than I thought it would be." What guy wouldn't want to hear that?  And in
her delicate little hands, my cock looked that much bigger than it did in
my own.  She held onto it carefully, and then looked up at me as though
asking for my permission again.  I smiled.

   She took it into her mouth, and as her lips flowed over my the head, the
warm wetness enveloping my dick was like some kind of heaven.  Her tongue
moved over the head of my penis and felt like nothing I'd felt before.

   I might have cum right then if I hadn't taken a precaution.  When I came
home from school that day, the first thing I did was take a shower.  If my
plan had gone off, I wanted to be as clean as possible.  While I was in the
shower, I also masturbated, to relieve the pressure that had been building
all day as I thought about what might happen.  So when it finally happened,
I could last longer and enjoy the sensations.

   Erin stopped focusing on the head and began to bob her head up and down
the shaft, just like I taught her with the banana.  I put my hand on her
head to direct her slightly and also just to feel her, to prove to myself
this wasn't a delusion, I was actually feeling her silky hair as she sucked
me off.  This was better than my imagination.  It was more than a dream
come true.

   It was my first blowjob, so I didn't know then that she still wasn't
very good, still nervous, but aside from an accidental light scrape with
her teeth, it felt fantastic to me, and that it was my own sister giving
her first real blowjob too made it something special that could never be
repeated.  She couldn't go down all the way comfortably, and coughed,
pulling back entirely when she tried, but to her credit, she went right
back down.  I said encouraging things as she continued to suck on me,
telling her it was amazing, that it felt so good.

   In only a few minutes I felt the waves of pleasure start to build, and a
tingling rising up my shaft.  I knew it was coming, and I didn't want to
surprise her.  I patted her on her back.  "Oh, god, okay, Erin, I'm about
to cum..." I knew she knew what that meant, and she slowed, drawing her
mouth back up to the head, teasing me with her tongue.  I exploded, and it
felt like gallons of cum spurted out of me, and though my natural instinct
was to close my eyes, I wanted to watch.  It was such a beautiful sight to
see my sister swallowing eagerly as jet after jet of my semen spurted down
her throat.

   My prick slowly softened in her mouth, and finally she let me out and
sat up straight on her bed beside me, as I exhaled sharply, coming down
from the high and letting out all the breaths I didn't know I was holding.

   She looked up at me, eyes glistening.  There was a drop of my cum on the
corner of her lips.  She'd never looked lovelier.  "So did I do it good?"
she asked innocently.

   "Are you kidding?" I answered.  "That was fucking fantastic." She
giggled a little.  "Thank you," I added belatedly.  "So much."

   "Any time," she said.

   I looked into her eyes, knowing she was supposed to say this, but trying
to read her true feelings.  "You mean that?" She nodded, bobbing her head
in what seemed like eagerness.

   Even if she was only acting, I was overcome.  I reached around her and
pulled her close to me and hugged her.  "Wow," I said and kissed her on the
forehead.  "You just became the best little sister ever."

   She giggled some more in response, and I thought there was real pleasure
in that, but how could I be sure?  Since I'd taken on this double life I
learned that Erin was good at keeping her true feelings hidden.  She let me
hug her for a bit and then pushed away.  "I've still got homework to do,"
she said.

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "Me too." I stooped up and made for the door. 
"Thanks again."

   I returned to my room, walking swiftly so I could step back into the
role of the Blackmailer.  I opened up a message window.  "He looked like he
enjoyed that.  How was it?"

   "It was okay," she said.  "A bit weird.  And his gunk tasted funny."

   "I'm sure you'll get used to the taste." I felt guilty as soon as I said
it, even as I savored the victory.  It wasn't going to be a onetime thing.
It would happen again.  I couldn't give that up once I had it.

   "I guess."

   "I'm going to make some dinner now, and then I need to do some other
things," I told her, wanting to release her.  "I'll be back when it's time
for you to go to bed to watch you rub yourself." It was a nightly habit,
watching her rub herself.  I wanted to see her have her first orgasm.  She
came close, but never quite came.  Usually she got bored and asked if she
could stop, and by this time I'd already cum so I was feeling too guilty to
try and force her.

   I quickly reviewed the video I'd made of that first blowjob.  It wasn't
the best view, her body was in the way of the real action, and nothing beat
the view I had while she was giving it, but it was a special moment, so I
saved it in my greatest hits directory.

   ****

   Chapter 3

   I didn't want to ask Erin for a blowjob too often, and when Mom was home
I couldn't anyway, but there were a few hours after school that I was
usually alone with her and I had a habit of going into her room and asking
for a blowjob there, one a day.  She got better at it, and she did it in
different positions, sometimes with me lying on her bed, sometimes I stood
and she knelt at my feet.  It was always good, and I always hugged her
afterwards, liking to feel close to her.  It was crazy, especially how this
whole thing started, but I thought I was quickly falling in love with my
own sister.

   On a Saturday afternoon, about four or five days after that first
blowjob, Mom had gone out to play cards with one of the neighbors, and I
knew she'd be gone for hours at least.  I waited until my sister went into
the kitchen for a drink, and then as she passed my door, I called her in.

   She had a smirk on her face.  "I know what you want," she said.  "You
want me to suck your thing again."

   "No," I said, and then smiled.  "Okay, yes.  But I was thinking, you've
been so great to me, doing this for me ...  I thought I should return the
favor."

   She was taking a sip of cola when she said this and almost spit it up in
surprise.  "What?"

   "You've made me feel so good, I thought I could do the same for you. 
Girls can get head too, you know."

   "You want to lick me ...  down there?" She acted like it was some idea
nobody'd ever thought of, like she hadn't been doing the same for me the
last few days, like she hadn't been shown videos of girls being eaten out
by the blackmailer.

   "If you want me to.  It's supposed to feel really good."

   "Oh..." Her face flushed.  "Okay.  I guess."

   I asked her in my room instead of hers because I was curious about
whether she'd follow the Blackmailer's instructions and try to get me in
front of her webcam to do it, or keep it private.  I honestly didn't care
which, either way was like a victory for one side of me, but I wanted to
know.

   She sat down on my bed, and my spirits soared as she undid her jeans and
slipped them off, leaving her in her underwear.  She hadn't tried to do it
in front of the webcam.  Did that mean she did it just because she wanted
to?

   "Cute panties," I said.  I wasn't lying.  Sponge Bob was on them, and
they were very cute.

   "You think so?" She stood, pulled her shirt up a little, and posed in
them, turning around.

   I'd seen the sight before, even those panties, but it was better in
person.  "Very cute...  but that might be what's inside them." She grinned,
and slowly peeled them down, revealing her pussy.  That was also familiar
to me, but now there was no pixilation or blurriness, and I wasn't at the
mercy of a fixed view, I could move around and see it from different
angles. I got out of my chair and knelt in for a closer look.  "Wow," I
said.

   I reached out my hand and gently ran my fingers along her slit.  Erin
sucked in her breath and she shuddered.  "Is it okay?" I asked, suddenly
worried.

   "I've just never had someone else touch there before," she said.  "I
wasn't expecting it...  But it feels good."

   I nodded.  She was leaning back, propped up by her elbows on my bed. 
But she was still wearing her top.  "Can you take off your shirt?"

   "Why?"

   "So I can see you.  Your body."

   The corners of her lips turned down, and her eyes dropped.  "I don't
have a body," she said shyly.

   "Are you kidding?" I asked.  "Of course you do.  I've seen it." I had to
cover quickly.  "I mean, I've seen you in a tight shirt ...  even in
swimsuits.  You're hot."

   "I am not."

   "Sure you are.  Trust me.  I wouldn't lie to you.  Please?"

   She took a breath, sat up straight, and pulled her shirt up over her
head.  But she still had her little training bra on.  "See, you look hot,"
I said.  "But I wanna see your boobs, too."

   "I don't have boobs," she said, face red, and a little sad.  I couldn't
understand it.  She didn't seem anywhere this shy with a stranger.  "Can't
you tell?"

   "Of course you have them.  Don't listen to all the dorks your age in
school.  Boobs don't have to be big to be beautiful." I meant it.  I'd seen
thousands of boobs on the internet at least, and hers were better than any,
even if they were small.  "Let me be the judge."

   She removed it quickly, but shyly, as though she were expecting me to
laugh or make fun of her suddenly.  But I couldn't do that.  She was
practically naked in front of me.  "I told you," I said.  "They're perfect.
You've got the perfect little body," I said.  "You're incredibly sexy." I
stood, and unzipped my pants to show her my hard-on.  "See?  I can't be
lying; guys don't get hard unless they're turned on."

   "You don't think they're too small?"

   "No." I reached forward, and then stopped, deciding I should ask.  "Can
I touch them?" She bit her lip and nodded.  I cupped the little buds in my
hand, feeling the shape of them, rolling my thumb around the nipple.  Some
guys said more than a handful was a waste, well, there certainly wasn't any
waste on her.

   I let go and lowered down back towards her pussy.  "I guess I should get
started.  This is my first time so let me know if I'm not doing it right,
okay?" She nodded.

   She spread her legs slightly to give me room to get right back in
between, and I stared at her pussy up close, close enough to taste if I
just extended my tongue.  It had a strange smell, a little sweaty but sweet
too, and intoxicating.  It was also wet in a way that it didn't seem to
look on camera, whether because of the resolution or because she was more
excited, I couldn't say.  I drank in the sight, and then began licking.

   I tried to imitate the porn videos as close as I could, alternating
between licks and sucks, sometimes burying my face in her tight little
snatch and sticking my tongue deep inside.  Erin began breathing heavily
very soon into it, and I could feel her grind her pussy into my face, which
might have been subconscious.  But that wasn't the only nonpassive act; I
felt her hands on my head once, pushing me slightly in one direction or
another.  Her breathing became heavier and sharper, until it resembled
something of a squeak, or a squeal.  I put a renewed effort on her clit,
teasing my tongue around it and sucking directly, and running one finger in
and out of her pussy hole.

   She let out an extended, high pitch "Oh god" and tensed up, then relaxed
with a deep sigh.  I almost came in my pants.  I'd never heard anything
like that from her when she rubbed herself.  Either she was suddenly an
expert at faking, or she'd really had an orgasm.  I kissed her pussy, and
then, slowly rising, let that be the first in a trail of kissed up her
mound, belly, to one of her nipples, and up her neck.  When I was at her
neck, she grabbed me and pulled me into a deep hot kiss on her lips, mouth
spread.  Her arms enveloped me, holding me to her.  The embrace lasted a
few seconds, and then she broke away and said, "Wow.  Is that what an
orgasm feels like?"

   "I hope so," I said.  "Cause if it feels as good as when I do, then
that's the least you deserve."

   "It was incredible."

   "Any time," I said.  "It was fun."

   She rolled on her side and said, "I guess it's your turn now."

   I was already nearly ready to blow, and Erin was more enthusiastic than
she'd ever been before, so I didn't last long.  Afterwards, we just lied
down on my bed together, both at least half naked, me holding her close,
until I pointed out that we should probably get dressed before Mom came
home and found us like that.

   She never told me, the Blackmailer, what she had done with me, the
brother.  It was ridiculous, but I felt a little annoyed at that, too. 
wSometimes this double life got out of hand.  It was as though there were
two sides to me, the brother who loved her and wanted her to enjoy doing
sexual things with me, and the evil Blackmailer who's on the inside, hiding
out, wanting to control her and collect epic videos.  I was also
disappointed that I got her to have an orgasm and I missed getting a video
of it.  As the blackmailer I made her finger herself for much longer than
usual that night trying to recreate it, before I gave up and let her go to
bed.

   That day did change a lot though.  Before she would usually blow me in
her room, and waited for me to come to her.  After I ate her out the first
time, she began coming on to me, and I noticed she was directing me away
from her room and into mine.  We couldn't do anything serious together the
next day because my Mom was home, but Erin flashed me her titties once
while she was out of the room.

   On Monday, we tried out a sixty-nine after school, I ate her out while
she gave me a blowjob in my room, and then watched TV together.  Tuesday
she came home too late from a friend's house, but her jeans were baggy that
day and I was able to slip my finger into her pussy a few times and give it
a wiggle.

   Wednesday was great.  She got home before me, and asked me if I wanted
to fool around.  I told her I had to shower first, since my last class was
gym, and I'd meet her in her room.  I just wanted to do it in her room, but
she had an idea that won me over.  "How about we shower together?"

   We practically raced to the bathroom.  She turned on the water first to
let it warm up, and then we stripped down.  We were comfortable enough with
seeing each other's bodies now that there wasn't any real embarrassment,
but it was still the first time we were completely naked together, socks
and all, and it felt somehow more intimate.

   Even more intimate was the shower area itself.  We'd gone for the
closest, the downstairs bathroom, where the shower was just a stall instead
of a full bath.  There was room for both of us, but we'd be close ...  but
then, we wanted to be.

   Erin stepped in first, and I watched her as the water rained down on
her, draping her body.  Her back was to me, but she looked over her
shoulder at me with a smile as she wiggled her butt.  I followed her inside
and closed the door, and put my arms around her.  My cock pressed up
against her back, the base of it running along the crack of her ass.  I
squeezed her little boobs and then one hand went to rub her pussy, as I
bent slightly to kiss her neck.

   She turned at that, facing me, and met my lips with hers.  Pretty soon
we were fully making out, our mouths joined, tongues dancing.  I pushed her
against one wall of the shower stall and lifted her up so the difference in
our heights was no longer a problem, and Erin helped by holding me with her
legs.

   It was hard not to be conscious of the fact that my dick was so close to
her hole, it even rubbed and bumped up against her pussy repeatedly as we
made out.  It would have only taken a small motion to plunge it inside and
be in heaven, and at that moment I wanted nothing more ...  but my
brotherly instincts fought back, I didn't want to force it on her.  I
wanted her to be ready, to ask me.

   I loved her.  Brotherly love, sexual love, and romantic love, it all
blended together that time in the shower.  I'm sure it sounds sappy to you,
but at that moment, I knew what I was meant to do with my life, and it
involved being with Erin.  I also knew the blackmail had to end.  I had to
kill that part of me for her sake.  Maybe not right away, but soon.

   The passionate making out could only go so long before a release was
needed, but I wanted her to get off first.  I let her down and began to
lower, dropping one hand to her pussy and sliding my fingers in and out of
her slick hole while I kissed her perfect breasts, teased the nipple with
my mouth.  Then I knelt on the floor and my tongue joined my finger
exploring her privates, licking her clit the way she liked most.  I could
feel her buck against me and squeal in delight.  I was getting better at
making her cum, or she was already pretty hot, as it didn't take very long
for her to climax.

   In return she took my cock in her hand, and rubbed it up and down, but I
was already almost ready to blow.  She pulled lightly on it and I imagined
her pulling me to her snatch instead of her mouth, and that thought alone
made me start to spurt.  Glob after glob of it landed on her belly.

   "I didn't even get a chance to suck on it," she said in wonder.

   "Sorry, sis," I said.  "You're just too hot."

   I was shielding her from much of the spray from the shower, so she
rubbed the fingers of her right hand on my spunk, fascinated.  "Looks like
now we really need to wash up," she said.

   "Well, we're in the right place for it," I joked.  I grabbed the bottle
of body wash from the little ledge under the showerhead, and squirted some
on my hands, and rubbed her body over to clean her up.  I cleaned her
stomach and then she turned around and let me "clean" her boobs.  Really I
was playing with them.  Either she enjoyed it or I hadn't satisfied her as
much as I thought for I noticed her rubbing her own pussy while I did this.
I tried to help one of my fingers joining hers as it dipped between her
lips, but she quickly retreated and let me finger her alone.  She didn't
orgasm again, and we soon moved back to the cleaning, which was sensual but
not especially erotic.

   After we were thoroughly clean, we got out, dried off, dressed, and she
made me a snack as we watched TV together in the living room, cuddling only
a little more than siblings should.  We split only when we heard Mom
jingling her keys at the door.  By the time she entered, Erin had reseated
herself on the other side of the couch.  Mom asked us about our day and we
gave the usual answers that didn't say anything.  Erin left for her room
first, and, since I knew she was expecting the Blackmailer, I made up an
excuse to leave soon after so I wouldn't disappoint her.

   ****

   Chapter 4

   Of course, once I was back in the role of Blackmailer, the resolution I
made in the shower faltered a little.  I still wanted to end it, but as I
had her doing a sexy strip-tease for me, the sense of power made me think
twice.  I wasn't sure I could give that up.  That wasn't the only thing. 
The only reason Erin and I became so close was because of my secret
identity as the Blackmailer.  Without me forcing her to, she wouldn't have
given me that blowjob, after all.

   In the role of the Blackmailer, I'd asked her if her brother had done
anything more, and she said no, except touching her sometimes.  I worried
that, even though she'd been hiding things, that it was just to keep the
Blackmailer from ordering her to do more, and that if I released her from
her orders, she'd want to go back to being a normal brother and sister.  Or
even if she still would give me blowjobs, she might not be willing to go
that last step, to let her own brother fuck her, unless the Blackmailer
pushed her into it by making it an order.  I didn't want to miss out on
that opportunity.  I wanted to do the right thing for my sister, but I
certainly didn't want to go back to just being a lonely loser masturbating
at home alone.

   I spent a few days mulling it over, and going back and forth in my
feelings.  When I was with her I only wanted to make her happy, when there
was a computer screen between us, I didn't want to risk giving anything up.
Erin, so far, didn't seem to want to move things beyond the stage they were
at, at least not on her own, although we enjoyed what we were doing.  As
the blackmailer, I tried to get her prepared more to sex, making her watch
more porn as she masturbated for me, and directing her to insert more and
more into her pussy.  She had a hairbrush that had a long handle that was
only a little shorter and thinner than my dick, and on my instructions she
fucked herself with it, grunting in pleasure but never getting off like I
wanted.

   The turning point in my decision came with a quiet moment of sweetness,
with Erin and I just hanging out, and not doing anything sexual at all.  We
were watching one of her shows, iCarly or Hannah Montana or something.  She
was lying up against me, arm around me.  Without any prompting at all,
during a commercial break, she looked up at me and said, "I love you." She
looked at me with an expression of vulnerability, like she was afraid I
might say the wrong thing.

   What else could I say?  "I love you too." I said it looking into her
eyes, trying to make sure she felt the truth of it.  We'd said the words
before, many times, and there was nothing unusual about a brother and
sister giving that exchange...  but somehow I think both of us knew that
this time there was more to it.  It wasn't said in a moment of passion, nor
was it the acknowledgement of the family bond.  I was sure it had meaning
on its own, even though we didn't make a big deal about it.  We just went
back to watching TV.

   That night, watching her masturbate with her hairbrush, I decided to
move.  I mentioned that she seemed to be down and not very into it that
night.  She shrugged and asked if she could stop.

   "Yes," I typed.  "You don't like me, do you?"

   "Why should I?"

   "You're right.  But I'd hoped you'd come to enjoy our relationship.  If
you're not, I'm willing to give you another chance to end it."

   That got her attention.  Her face animated with excitement first, then
that faded.  "What do I have to do?  Another bet?"

   "No bet.  This one's a choice.  I'll go away and never bother you
again...  but I enjoy having my own private camgirl...  so you'll have to
help me get a replacement." I came up with the solution a few days before.
It was convincing in a way that a sudden disappearance wouldn't be ...  and
it would let me have something to fall back on just in case.

   "How?"

   "I know you have friends.  Choose one with a computer and a webcam. 
I'll give you a program like the one I put on yours.  You put it on a USB
key, and run it on a friend's computer to give me access.  When I have
enough on her to blackmail her, I'll leave you."

   She read over my request, it looked like twice, before she answered.  "I
can't do that!  They'll hate me."

   "If you do it secretly, they won't know it was you.  I'll say I hacked
in.  Choose a dumb friend if you want.  Or it doesn't even have to be a
friend.  But she does have to be cute."

   "How will I know you're not lying?"

   "I haven't lied to you yet," I told her, which was a lie.  But she
hadn't caught me in a lie.  "If I get what I need and don't let you go,
you'll never trust me again, right?"

   She pointed out a flaw in that I hadn't thought of.  "But you could just
tell me you haven't gotten anything..."

   "I wouldn't do that.  But you could convince her to do something naughty
in her room while I'm watching.  Then I couldn't lie."

   She bit her lip, and started pacing back in forth in her room, before
returning to type, "Okay, I'll do it."

   "Good.  I'll need to approve who you choose." I didn't want her giving
me one of her ugly friends.  "Do you have somebody in mind?"

   Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she said a name.  It was one I
recognized.  Jenny used to be her best friend, but they'd stopped talking
to each other almost two months ago.  I didn't know why, but Erin was very
depressed about it for a while.

   I knew well what she looked like.  She looked a little older than Erin,
taller with more pronounced breasts and a nice butt even in clothes, but
still fairly slender in appearance.  She had straight blonde hair, often in
a ponytail, and blue eyes.  Her face looked a little like Dakota Fanning
only without the creepy eyes.  She was way more conventionally girly than
Erin, being far more obsessed with clothes and makeup and having her hair
perfect.  She was even a cheerleader for the junior high football team. 
Long ago she always wore glasses but switched to contacts some time ago
and, I assumed, got a lot more popular.  She was certainly very cute, even
though I thought Erin was cuter.  Jenny would do for a replacement, though.

   Because the Blackmailer did not have to release Erin until I had Jenny
as my private camwhore, I took advantage of my last few days by pushing her
farther and farther, getting my fill of sexy dances and bate videos of my
sister while I still could.  I finally got her cumming on camera, but only
by going into her room with her and eating her out, pretending to ignore
her suggestions that we do it in my room.

   That Friday, Erin told me she was going to a sleepover as a friend's
house.  I pretended that I was disappointed because I'd miss her, but I
wasn't too bothered because I knew what was going to happen.  I had given
her the spy program and instructions on what to do at Jenny's house.  So
while she was there, I'd be in my room waiting for an alert that my system
had detected a new person running the program.  Then I could watch at my
leisure.

   It came live shortly after 9.  I called up the stream and saw Jenny's
room, with Erin in it waving.  She seemed to be alone, which meant she'd
been able to put the program in without Jenny seeing.  That was good ... 
I'd have rather abandoned Jenny entirely than risk her being found out as
the source.

   Jenny's room was pink and the wall opposite the computer had posters of
the Jonas Brothers and Twilight.  Her bed, full of stuffed animals, was
also in view right away, which was good.  If her computer faced towards a
wall like mine did it would have been difficult to get any good shots.

   Jenny herself entered within minutes.  She was dressed in pajama bottoms
and a tank top which made her breasts look great.  Erin wore a similar pair
of pajama bottoms and what I recognized as one of my t-shirts.  I didn't
even know she had it.  It was a little too big on her to show her figure,
but despite that I really liked seeing her in it anyway.

   They began talking, and I won't relay that because it would only bore
you as much as it did me.  Girls talking among themselves, contrary to my
previous fantasies, were not all that exciting.  Jenny's mother came in
with some snacks, and they struggled a few times putting Jenny's big dog or
bratty younger sister out of the room.  Finally, after Jenny discussed her
hair for what seemed like the 12th time, Erin suggested the game of Truth
or Dare.  Jenny agreed that it sounded like fun, but, since it was her
house, insisted that Erin go first.

   Erin chose Truth.  Her question was "Are you still mad at me?  About...
you know?"

   She shrugged at the question.  "Some.  But I don't really care about him
anymore.  He's a loser anyway."

   Jenny gasped in mock outrage.  "That's my boyfriend you're talking
about." Everything clicked into place.  That was why Erin and Jenny had
that falling out.  Probably Jenny was dating the same guy my sister
wouldn't suck off, and since she liked him first, they stopped being
friends.  No wonder Erin chose Jenny to give to the Blackmailer.  Clearly
the girl could hold a grudge.

   Erin didn't seem to be holding a grudge right now, but maybe she thought
her little act of revenge made them even.  She just said, "Your loss.  And
your turn." Jenny chose Truth as well.  "Are you a virgin?"

   Jenny smiled impishly, and shook her head.  "No, not for three weeks. 
We've done it a lot since then.  We did it in his dad's car the first time,
in his garage it was so romantic."

   "What's it like?" Erin asked.

   "It sort of hurts the first time, and it was over really quick.  But
it's better after.  It's like you're connected, you know?" She took a sip
of cola.  "Truth or dare."

   "Truth."

   "Do you have a boyfriend?"

   "Yeah," Erin said.  "Sort of.  We never actually said it yet, but we do
lots of stuff.  It's complicated."

   "Who?" Jenny asked eagerly.

   "I'm not telling.  He's older." I hoped she meant me.  She could have
met somebody at school, but it sounded like me.

   "Oh yeah?  Just wait till next time you get truth.  You'll have to tell
me."

   Jenny chose truth next and Erin asked if she had ever gotten drunk.  She
had, lots of times, but didn't give specifics.

   The dares started then...  I think Erin wanted to avoid answering the
boyfriend question.  If it was me, I'd have just lied, but I guess girls
take Truth or Dare seriously.  Her first dare was to text somebody named
Leslie and call him or her a fatty.  Jenny chose dare next too, and I sat
straight up in my seat, waiting to see what my sister would come up wih.

   "Do a cheer routine totally naked." Getting her naked on camera was one
sure way to get the Blackmailer off her back, and it looked like Erin
didn't want to waste time.  Jenny only hesitated a moment, but went on with
taking off her clothes without any worries.  Of course, she didn't know her
camera was on and recording.

   Naked, Jenny looked like an adult woman, just in miniature.  Her breasts
were full and topped with perky pink nipples.  Her pussy looked more open
with lips hanging out, and also sat a little higher up than Erin's...  it
was bare of any hair, but I had a hunch she shaved it rather than being
naturally that way.

   The cheer she did was simple, because she didn't have anybody to do
anything complicated with, and it didn't take too long, but I had what I
needed and started stroking myself.  I could use that video to blackmail
her if I still wanted to.  She was naked and her breasts bounced about as
she moved, not to mention that she was doing a cheer.  That could probably
get her kicked off the squad.  A girl in my school once got kicked off for
a picture of her flashing her bra in a cheerleading uniform.

   After the cheer was done, Jenny began dressing again.  "Your turn. 
Truth or dare." Erin chose dare again, and Jenny had quite a comeback.  "I
dare you to lick my vajayjay for a minute." I was softening again with the
return of Jenny's clothes, but that dare made me rock hard instantly.

   Erin made a face, crinkling up her nose.  "What?  I'm not gay."

   "You sure?  Cause you're the one who wanted to see me naked, remember?"

   "Only cause I thought it'd embarrass you.  I don't want to do this. 
Maybe we should just quit."

   "Same here.  I'm not gay either.  It's just a dare.  And you know the
rules, you can't quit when it's your turn.  If you back out you have to
suffer the consequences..."

   I didn't know what "the consequences" were, I didn't know how girls
played the game, or whether this was some private set of rules Erin and
Jenny had.  And with a sick glee, I realized that I wouldn't have to find
out, not then, for Erin gave out an agitated "fine".

   After double-checking that I was still recording the video feed, I got
my cock in hand and began rubbing as I watched Jenny take down her pajama
bottoms and panties again.  Erin approached it cautiously, and then put her
face between Jenny's legs.  The angle wasn't very good, because Jenny's leg
blocked most of the action, but I knew my little sister was licking her
friend's pussy, and was able to vividly imagine the scene, and by the time
Erin's minute long dare was up, I'd already ejaculated.  When she was done,
Erin scrunched her face up again and said "Gross".

   The game fizzled out after that, as Erin still wanted to quit rather
than face more extreme dares or questions she didn't want to answer.  I
watched them for a while, but they were back to talking about things I
didn't care about and people I didn't know, and since I'd already gotten
off, I soon lost interest.  I checked back regularly in case anything
happened, and eventually I went to bed.  I had enough to blackmail Jenny
and, more importantly, the excuse to let Erin go.

   ****

   Chapter 5

   The next day I went to hang out with my frequently-absent friend Kirk,
playing a few video games over at his house like we used to, and when I
returned that afternoon, Erin was already home.  We snuck a brief
open-mouth kiss while Mom was cooking dinner, but couldn't risk any more.
"How was the sleepover?" I asked.

   "It was okay," she said.

   "You and Jenny patched things up?"

   She made a face.  "I guess.  She's still kind of a bitch I guess I'll
have to see if it was worth it." Although I knew what she meant I had to
play dumb and ask, but Erin didn't want to elaborate.

   After a good family dinner, Mom wanted us to watch a movie she rented
with her.  The movie wasn't very good, and it was awkward for me because I
kept wanting to put my arm around Erin.  I spent the time mentally
composing the goodbyes that I knew were coming.

   As the Blackmailer, I usually contacted Erin just before she went to
bed, and decided to do the same this time.  I opened a message window and
said, "Hello Erin.  I see you had a good time at the sleepover."

   She wasn't in the mood for small talk.  "Did you get what you needed?"
she asked anxiously.  I gave her almost a minute to worry before I decided
to let her off the hook.

   "Yes, I think I did."

   "So you're going away then?"

   "I'm a man of my word.  I'm just about to delete the program I used to
hack in.  After tonight, you'll be free of me.  As long as you don't tell
anyone about me or try to find me, I won't do anything to you."

   She smiled widely, but there were tears in her eyes.  I felt horrible.
Especially when she said, "Thank you."

   "You probably won't believe this," I said, "But I am sorry.  I didn't
want this to be a bad experience for you."

   "It wasn't all bad," she said.  "I liked some of it, especially at
first. If you hadn't threatened me I might have liked it more."

   "I didn't want to, but I couldn't risk it." I didn't want to drag it out
any longer.  "Goodbye.  Forever." I shut down the message window.  I could
have gotten away with leaving me the ability to watch her, but I kept the
Blackmailer's promise and deleted the spyware program entirely from her
system.  Even if I liked the result, I was still ashamed at what I'd done
to my own sister, and I was determined to be as good to her as possible
from then on.  I'd do right by her.

   It felt good.  Once I finished the deletion, I felt like a weight had
been lifted off my shoulders, and just this intense sense of relief.  The
Blackmailer within wasn't dead, but at least he'd no longer hurt the people
I loved.

   The next morning, I could see Erin was in an even better mood than I
was. Anybody could see it, really, even Mom commented on it at breakfast.
Erin just said she slept really well that night.  It was good to see her so
relaxed and happy again, and made me realize even more how awful I'd been.
I became more determined than ever to make it up to her.

   I was listening to music in my room, lying on my bed, later that day,
when Erin came into my room.  I didn't notice her right away because I had
my earphones on, and was looking at the ceiling, and when I did spot her,
she was close enough to pounce.  I let out a quiet yelp in surprise as she
jumped on top of me, and then shifted herself so that she was straddling me
at my groin.

   I pulled off my earphones and gave her a silly grin.  "Wow, you really
ARE in a good mood," I said.

   "Yup." She pinned my arms down and moved in to kiss me, thrusting her
tongue in my mouth.  I grabbed onto her ass and squeezed softly.  We both
had pants on, but she must have been able to feel my erection poking right
between her legs.  If she didn't, I wanted her to.  I slowly began to grind
toward her.

   "Where's Mom?" I asked in a whisper, suddenly worried, although I knew
if Erin asked right then to fuck me, I would have risked it.

   "Downstairs," she said.  "We can't really do anything, but I wanted to
kiss you.  Is that weird?"

   "Not to me," I told her.  "Hey, do you want to do something together? 
We could maybe go out to a movie this afternoon..." We couldn't exactly
date openly, but a brother and sister could go out to see a movie together,
couldn't they?

   She let out a little groan.  "I can't.  I'm going shopping with Mom in a
few minutes ...  and I'll have lots of homework I still have to do once I
get back."

   "Okay," I said.  "We can go another time."

   She kissed me again.  "I'll hold you to that." From downstairs, we heard
Mom calling Erin's name.  She swung one leg over so she was beside me
instead of on top of me.  "Guess I have to go.  Love you."

   "Love you too.  Have fun."

   Before she got up, she ran her hand along my crotch, feeling the length
of my penis through my jeans.  "Hey, Andrew," she said.  "Tomorrow, come
straight home after school, okay?" I just nodded.  Why wouldn't I, when I
had her waiting for me?

   She left...  I was still horny and all alone, so I thought I'd indulge
my inner Blackmailer, and check in on what Jenny was doing.  I hadn't
contacted her yet to start the blackmail process, but was just enjoying the
voyeuristic thrill of watching while she was clueless.  So far, earlier
that day, I'd seen her trying on different clothes, getting down to just
bra and panties in between outfits, but nothing that came close to as
exciting as the slumber party ...  until now.

   This time, when I accessed her webcam feed, I saw she was in her room,
and she wasn't alone.  She was making out with her boyfriend, the same guy
who made my sister give him a hand job and then dumped her for not doing
more.  And you'll never guess who it was.

   It was Kirk, my best friend.  What a fucking perv, going after girls
that young.  I suppose I didn't have any right to point fingers, but it
still made me angry.  He'd broke my sister's heart, and I owed him a punch
in the face...  but I couldn't give him one without revealing how I knew.

   But I could watch, and record.

   In between kisses, he was listening to Jenny talk, and I could tell from
his face that he was getting bored.  You'd have been bored too.  She was
relating some conversation she had with somebody about designer jeans or
something.  "Yeah, that's great," Kirk said, cutting her off.  "But you
know, your family isn't going to be at your grandma's place..."

   "They're at my grandDAD's place, Kirk..." Jenny corrected.

   "Whatever.  They're not going to be there forever, and you're really
making my dick hard just looking so cute in your skirt there.  You can tell
me your stories on MSN any time, but we can't make love very often..."

   Jenny spread her legs and said, "Oh, okay." She began to undress,
pulling off her top and the bra underneath.  Kirk removed his shirt in one
quick motion then began to take off his pants.  Soon, they were both
completely naked.

   Kirk had a kind of dumb look to him, and although he was tall he was
pretty skinny, and was a bit of a joke among girls in our class.  I now
wondered if it was because of his dick size.  I'd never seen it except in
the shower, shrunken, and when he was erect, it wasn't that impressive.  I
was bigger than him.  But I guess to a twelve year old, he was pretty big.

   Jenny lay spread-eagle on her bed and raised her legs in the air, but
Kirk shook his head.  "On your hands and knees, babe." She sighed, and
assumed the doggy style position, which was good for me because it meant I
got a good shot of her face in that position.  This would make a much
better blackmail threat; I wouldn't even have to involve Erin.

   Kirk got behind her and grabbed her by the waist while he stuck his dick
in and began pounding.  I almost cracked up at his ridiculous sex faces
that looked like an exaggerated porn film, but I wanted to masturbate so I
stopped looking at him and watched Jenny instead, focusing on her tits
swinging with every thrust and the soft moans she made.  Kirk only lasted a
minute he was ready to cum, and then he pulled out and squirted on her ass.
I didn't even get to cum, so I was sure Jenny was left unsatisfied. 
Blackmailing her would practically be a mercy, since if she didn't already
know how to masturbate, she was missing out on a lot of orgasms.

   When he was done, after wiping up his cum with a Kleenex by her bed,
Kirk started putting on his clothes right away.  "That was great, babe."

   "Yeah," she said.  She sounded disappointed, and started dressing too,
though much more slowly.

   Kirk gave her a kiss on the mouth.  "I love you, babe.  Listen, I've got
to get moving."

   "You do?" she said.

   "Yeah, I promised my Uncle I'd help him move some stuff into his place.
He's got a lot of new furniture."

   "Oh," she said.  "That sounds like a lot of lifting."

   "It is.  But it's all in a day's work for Ultraman." He crouched down
and flexed what passed for muscles.  It got a laugh from Jenny.  It might
have got one from me, too, but I'd put up with his joking about being a
muscle man for years.  "You can IM me later."

   It comforting to learn my friend wasn't just a douchebag to me lately,
he was just a douchebag.  I actually felt sorry for her.  He obviously was
only using her for sex and just wanted to get away from her as quickly as
he could.  Jenny struck me as being too dumb or naive to catch on to that
obvious fact.

   I saw Kirk in school the next day.  He was always friendly to me in
school, it was only after school he always ditched me, and now I knew why.
That didn't bother me ...  we're guys, I would have totally understood if
he was getting pussy and so didn't want to spend time with me.  What I
hated was that he touched my sister and broke her heart and, to a lesser
extent, that he made up stupid excuses not to hang out instead of just
telling me he had a girl.  I couldn't give him the punch in the face I
wanted, so I had to settle for the cold shoulder, not joking around, and
not explaining why I wasn't talking to him.  It was satisfying.  Let him
wonder.

   Before long, his girlfriend would be masturbating at my whim, and I'd
get her used to something phallic in her pussy that was bigger than her
boyfriend.

   ****

   Chapter 6

   School let out early that day for a staff meeting, and I was eager to
rush home to my sister.  Erin also had one at her school, except for some
reason they had a half day off instead of only an hour, so she was home
before me.  She wasn't downstairs, so I called her name.  I heard her
answer from upstairs.  She was in her room, and the door was closed.

   I knocked.  "Just a second..." she said.  Then, a minute later, she told
me I could come in.  Inside, she looked so different.

   She was dressed up, not in the usual jeans and t-shirt I saw her leaving
in, but like she was going out somewhere fancy.  She had a skirt on that
showed off her slender legs, and a pretty blouse.  I'd never seen her wear
these clothes before.  She rarely wore anything even like them.  They must
have been deep in her closet, or she bought them while shopping yesterday.
Her hair was also neatly brushed and I thought she might have been wearing
lipstick.

   "What's this?" I asked.

   She faltered like I'd just insulted her.  Maybe I did, by not
complimenting her, but I was too surprised by the dramatic shift.  "I just
wanted to look beautiful for you."

   "You are beautiful," I told her.  "No matter what you're wearing.  You
could be all Goth and scary, or like a scene girl, or anything, and you'd
be beautiful." She smiled widely, recovered from the imagined insult.  "I
do like this.  It's a nice change.  But it's not the clothes that make you
beautiful.  You're beautiful without any clothes at all." I took her hands.
"But since you're all dressed up, do you want to go to that movie?"

   She shook her head.  "I need to ask you something," she said, her voice
shaking.  "How do you feel about me?"

   "I've told you, I love you."

   "I know, but ...  brothers are supposed to love sisters.  If we weren't
brother and sister..."

   I didn't even let her finish.  "I'd love you then too.  We've gone
beyond what brothers and sisters are supposed to do..."

   She nodded.  "So you'd want to be boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asked.
"If we weren't related?"

   "I do anyway." I blurted it out, hoping I judged what she wanted
correctly.  "It's just we couldn't tell anybody, nobody would understand."

   "But we could be ...  boyfriend and girlfriend, just secret?"

   I took her hand and placed it to my heart.  "In here, we already are."

   She pulled mine to hers.  "In here too," she said happily.  I could see
her eyes glistening with tears, but they were tears of joy.  She swallowed,
and then asked, "Do you want to have sex with me?  Real sex?"

   "Yes," I said, but hastened to add, "But only when you're ready.  I
won't push."

   "I'm ready," she said.  "I've been dreaming of this for months." I was
shocked.  If she wasn't exaggerating, that meant she'd been thinking of me
for longer than we'd been doing anything, for longer than I'd been
blackmailing her.

   I asked if she was sure, and when she said she was, I helped her
undress, quickly, pulling off her clothes in a fraction of the time she
must have taken putting them together.  Mine were shucked off almost as
fast.

   I didn't try to go into her right away.  I was worried I might hurt her,
so when she lay back on her bed and spread her legs, I kissed her along the
thighs and down to her pussy, and began to eat her out.  Between gasps of
pleasure, she said, "I said real sex..."

   I took a break to speak and replaced my tongue with my finger.  "I know,
but they say the first time hurts.  It'll go easier if I get you wet
first." I knew she'd broken her hymen because I'd blackmailed her into
doing it, but I couldn't tell her I knew and she didn't tell me, just lay
back and let me eat her out.  She was wet even before I started, but I
wanted to make sure she could stretch without pain.

   She was soon at the point of heavy breathing and squealing.  If I kept
going, she might have cum, but she wouldn't let me.  "Andrew," she said. 
"I want you inside me.  Please ...  now."

   That's a request you don't turn down.  I stood up, and sat down beside
her.  "You should be on top," I said.  I'd read up on the internet.  She'd
have the most control, and could take it at her speed.  She didn't
complain, quickly straddling my legs like a nude re-enactment of where we
were the previous day.  My cock stood straight up against her body, she
only had to move up and forward and back down again.

   Erin rose up on her knees, and the head of my cock rested in the groove
of her pussy lips.  She spread the lips with her fingers, and it slid
inside, just the head.  I was intently trying not to cum, when I came to my
senses about what that would mean.  "Oh, fuck," I said.  "We need condoms."
I was too wrapped up into the moment, but no matter what, I couldn't risk
getting her pregnant.

   "It's okay," she said.  She slid a little down on my dick, sinking
inside her.  "I'm on the pill," she confessed.

   How did I not know that?  I guess I never asked, and didn't think it
possible.  She still seemed too young to be on them.  Had Mom put her on it
just out of an abundance of caution?  Or had she acquired them on her own?
I didn't know.  Right then, I didn't really care.  "Okay."

   She slid down another inch, slowly.  What was already inside her was
being squeezed; it was so warm, wet, and tight inside, that the rest was
jealous.  I was about to abandon my concern and just pull her to me but
then, with a grunt and one more quick motion, she slid all the way down on
her own.  I was inside my little sister, down to the balls.  There was no
going back now, we were officially fucking.

   I held her by the ass and she rode me up and down.  I honestly couldn't
say whether I was lifting her or she was doing it on her own, it was like
we were one being.  One of my hands rubbed at her clit and we moaned and
groaned together.  She squealed and her cunt began squeezing me tighter and
tighter, like I was being milked, and I couldn't hold out any more.  The
pressure rose up my shaft and soon I was squirting.  By the amount, it felt
like I had probably coated her entire womb with my cum, so I hoped she
wasn't lying about the pill.  Erin fell against me and we kissed, and just
lay there until the waves of pleasure subsided.

   It was my first time, my first time with my sister.  I'm not sure if it
was the best day of my life, but that was the start of the best week.

   We fucked one more time that day, before Mom came home, and then every
day after that, after school.  It was like we were addicted to each other's
bodies.  It wasn't the only thing we did together those days, but it was
always part of it, either the first thing we did because we'd been apart a
whole day, or a frantic effort to fuck just before Mom came home and we'd
lose our chance for another day.  Sometimes both.

   I was worried Mom would suspect something, but whenever she was home we
retreated to our own rooms.  I know for my part, it was hard to be in the
same room together when Mom was home because I just wanted to hold her, and
Erin said it was the same for her.  Friday night, after Mom had gone to
sleep, I awoke to found Erin had snuck into my room, and into my bed,
wearing only a long t-shirt.  Mom always slept in late Saturday mornings,
and Erin wanted to spend the night.  I was paranoid we'd be caught, but I
let her, and we fucked that night.  We did it desperately holding in our
moans of pleasure, but we did it, and then slept in each other's arms.  I
woke up the next morning to Erin giving me a blowjob, one last safe bit of
intimacy before she tiptoed back into her room.

   Later that day we finally went out to that movie.  I'd thought perhaps
we could hold hands or kiss in the darkness of the theatre, but there were
a lot of people and we were too nervous to touch, even in the dark, for
fear of being seen by someone we knew.  Our legs grazed each other
throughout the whole film, one thin thread of contact.

   Sunday was hard, the first day where we didn't fuck.  Mom woke up early
Sundays so Erin and I couldn't risk sleeping together, and she was home all
day.  There was nowhere we could safely sneak off to in order to be
together.  Erin went out with some friends and that afternoon I began
blackmailing Jenny.

   It was extremely easy.  I just had to threaten to expose the video of
her and Kirk fucking, and point out that it would not only make her a slut
in the eyes of her school, but also send him to jail.  She was masturbating
for me within an hour.  It wasn't the same as Erin, but having a girl do
whatever you want is still hot whether you're in love with her or not.  I
decided that I would keep it up, like a hobby.

   I felt like I was unstoppable that week.  If I wanted to, I'm sure I
could have gotten up the courage to ask out the most popular girl in
school, and because of my confidence, I might have been able to get her to
accept.  But I didn't want to.  The best girl in the world didn't go to my
school yet, and I already had her.

   Like I said, it was the best week of my life.  It was like living in
heaven on Earth.  Little did I know that hell on Earth was only a few days
away...

   ****

   Chapter 7

   That next week, I had to stay a little later at school to work on a
group project, for presentation to the class.  This meant Erin and I didn't
have as much time together as we would have liked, but we could still
squeeze in a quickie before Mom got home, and she would always be home
before me.  I was antsy with my partners, unable to contribute much to the
group because I knew what was waiting for me.  I'd be antsy the longer we
went on, and as soon as we broke up I practically ran to the bus stop.

   Wednesday, when I returned home and called out Erin's name, she didn't
answer.  I thought maybe she'd gone somewhere, that she'd gone to see a
friend or something, so went to my room, disappointed.

   She was there ...  sitting in my computer chair, staring at me as I
opened the door, her eyes red.  She was mad.  From the doorframe, I
couldn't see what was on the screen.  I had to walk around the desk.  It
felt like my stomach was writhing, I was so nervous as I approached.  I
asked what was wrong before I had a chance to see for myself, and when she
wouldn't answer, I had a feeling it was going to be really, really bad.

   Sure enough, on the screen was one of the videos I'd taken as the
Blackmailer.  It shouldn't have happened.  I usually kept my porn videos in
a hidden, encrypted directory, but must have left it unencrypted the night
before while jacking off to a memory, and Erin had found it.  She'd
uncovered my secret identity.

   She was pissed.  I could tell she'd been crying, but at that moment she
was mad.  I couldn't blame her.  How would you feel, when you unlock a
mystery about who was responsible for some of the most embarrassing parts
of your life, only to find it's the person you love?  "How could you?" she
cried, and I died a little inside.

   I went down on my knees and tried to explain, babbling.  I tried to tell
her how I started only trying to scare her, to protect her, but that she
was so beautiful, I couldn't resist, and then that I'd fallen in love and
couldn't stop.  She just stared at me.  I could see a turmoil of different
emotions crossing her face, but she wouldn't say one word, not even when I
asked her if she understood.

   When I was done, silence stretched between us for what seemed like a
lifetime, and then she got up from the chair.  I instinctively stood up and
tried to get in her way before she could leave.  I wanted to try again,
start explaining from the beginning, as though that would make a
difference. When she couldn't get past, she pushed me ...  I was much
stronger than her, but she put a lot of force in it.  "Just don't tell
Mom," I begged, and feeling stupid the moment I said it.

   That got her to turn around and speak to me at last.  "Or what?  You'll
send the videos to my friends?"

   I shook my head, feeling like dirt, because I thought of using just that
threat.  I decided that I couldn't.  How could I claim I loved her if I
would do that?  It was time to man up, even if I'd already lost her.  "No.
I'm sorry.  You're right.  Tell Mom.  Tell the police.  I'm scum, I deserve
to go to jail.  I won't stop you.  I deserve whatever you decide to do to
me..." I took a deep breath and added, "But I didn't lie about how I feel
about you.  I love you.  Even if you send me to jail, I love you."

   She laughed, a bitter laugh full of pain and covered in sarcasm.  "You
do THAT to someone you love?"

   "There's a part of me that's a monster, I know.  I hate that part of me.
I never wanted to hurt you but I convinced myself I could get what I
wanted, even though it was wrong, and not hurt you.  I know I was lying to
myself.  I'm weak.  But I also know that when I fell in love with you, I
set you free."

   She shook her head, crying, and ran out of the room.  I didn't follow. I
thought about sending her an e-mail filled with all my justifications,
started writing it a dozen times, and erased it each time.  Finally I just
sent "I'm so sorry.  I love you."

   Erin ate dinner in her room.  Mom was worried at her sudden depression,
but Erin didn't seem to tell her anything about why, because she didn't
look at me like I was a freak, which I was.  I thought Erin must have still
been thinking over whether she should turn me in, or just never talk to me
again.  It felt like I was already on death row, just waiting to see if it
would be commuted to life in prison.  Neither outcome seemed like a win. 
No matter what, I'd lost the one thing that made my life worth living.

   That night, and for the next few, I had nightmares that she told, that I
was dragged off to prison, to be raped by big burly black men.  I thought
if she did tell, I'd have to kill myself.  I thought of doing it anyway,
just because I'd hurt her so much, then worried that it might make her
blame herself.  I didn't want her to blame herself for something I knew it
was my fault.

   I didn't see much of her.  She stayed in her room most of the time and
wouldn't talk to me.  She left school early and came back late, only after
Mom came home.  I tried to stay out later, walking around aimlessly, so she
could be home without having to deal with me.  When I was home, I spent
most of the time in my own personal Hell, full of self-hatred and anxiety.
I was miserable, worried sick, I couldn't even masturbate.  I blew that
group assignment in school and probably failed a test or two.  I didn't
care.  I was obsessed with finding some magic collection of words to
convince her to forgive me.  Even though I knew they didn't exist, I
couldn't help trying to find them.

   One day I came home, late but not too late, intending to drown my pain
by listening to some music.  To my surprise, I found Erin in my room again.
She was at my computer, clicking on things.  I braced myself for a fresh
onslaught of pain.  I hadn't deleted the videos of her yet.  It would
probably only make her madder if she found out they were still there, but I
couldn't bear to part with those last fragments of my perfect relationship.
It was all I had left.

   She looked at me, then back to the screen.  She didn't seem mad like she
had before.  Maybe her anger had run into cold hate.  "How do you get it to
spy on Jenny's webcam?" she asked in a neutral tone.  Numb at the
unexpected question, I went to the mouse, and called up the program, hidden
in an innocuous directory.

   Jenny appeared on the screen, lying on her bed, talking on the phone and
extending first one leg, and then the other, towards the ceiling for some
reason.  "Are you already blackmailing her?" Erin asked.

   "Yes.  I started, that is.  But I haven't done anything since you found
those videos.  I'll delete the program..." I said.  Assuming she wanted to
protect her friend, I moved the pointer to close the window.

   She grabbed my hand on the mouse.  "No, don't." We stared at the screen
for a while together, before she looked at me.  "You know Jenny has a dog."

   "Yeah?" I said.  I didn't really having a clue why she would bring that
up.  I was too astonished that she was even talking to me in a civil tone
to be thinking too closely about her motives.

   She turned to look at me and gave a sudden, wicked smile.  "Do you think
we could make her fuck her dog?"

   My cock sprang into action, both at the unexpectedly filthy request, but
also because she said "we" instead of "you".  "What?"

   "I really want to see her fuck her dog," Erin said, and her eyes
dropped. "Do you think we could get her to do that?" Her voice had dropped
into a whisper, as though she suddenly feared being judged.

   "You want that?" I asked.  She nodded, biting her lip.  "I guess we
could...  it might take some time to convince her to do it.  But why?"

   She was blushing at this point.  "I guess there's part of me that's a
monster too," she admitted.  She reached out one hand to put it on where my
cock was visible through my jeans.  "There's lots of things I've wanted to
do that I never thought I could.  I always thought I was sick ...  maybe
I'm as much as a freak as you.  I've just had to hide it.  I'm still mad at
you, but I guess I understand.  And I still love you." She took a deep
breath and asked.  "I thought maybe we could be part monsters together?"

   I was stunned.  Despite everything, I still thought of her as my
innocent little sister.  I never would have suspected there was anything
dirty underneath.  Had she always been like this?  Or had I corrupted her?
Or maybe she was just pretending, to find an excuse to remain close to me
after what I did?  It didn't really matter.  Whichever was the case, one
fact was true, and always would be.  "I love you too ...  and anything you
want me to be, I'm your man."

   She smiled and took my hand as she stood up and began towards the bed.
"Then fuck me, big brother, we don't have much time before Mom gets home.
Then later we'll work on getting that bitch Jenny to do her dog."

   The End

   ****

   The preceeding story was fantasy and I do not recommend or endorse any
of the acts described within.  Quite the opposite, really.
   My complete stories are at /~AnonyMPC/ 

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