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**** Chapter 8:

Erin looked stunned, and a little shaken. Jenny threw on a shirt
and her pants and left. I was about to ask if she was okay with
it, but as soon as Jenny left, she relaxed and smiled once again
at the camera. I had no idea she was such a good actress. "Tell
me to find a comfortable spot on the floor," she said. I repeated
it, in a message box, presumably so Jenny would see it when she
got back, and Erin began adjusting the camera.

She was laying on the floor at much the same spot Jenny was on
her first time fucking a dog, when Jenny came back, leading Lucky
in by the collar. "Come on in, boy. Got something for you to
lick." She seemed to be enjoying the idea. Maybe it was
comforting not to be the only one who was doing things with
animals.

She didn't even wait for my order. Since Erin was lying on the
ground, legs spread, Jenny just led Lucky up to her snatch and
directed his head to it. Erin twitched a bit at his cold nose as
it rubbed near her clit, but that was nothing compared to when
Lucky stuck his tongue out and gave a long lick of her slit. Her
head lolled back and her eyes closed.

Sometimes when Lucky licked Jenny he got distracted and wandered
off, but he seemed pretty focused on Erin. He lay down and kept
licking for a minute straight, his big wet sloppy tongue never
quit moving. Watching her legs start to shake, I almost felt
jealous of the beast... actually, no almost about it. I did feel
jealous. I wanted to be the one there making her feel like that.

Jenny spent the time at her dog's side, petting his back and
alternating between long looks at the action, and glances back at
the computer screen to see if there were any further updates.
Whether there would be one depended on Erin.

Erin didn't talk much during, but I could tell she was enjoying
the sensations, particularly when part of Lucky's tongue slipped
up insider her hole. "He's really good at it," Jenny said.

"Uh-huh," Erin mumbled. "If he keeps this up, I think I'm going
to cum soon."

That was my last signal. If she'd said nothing, and just had an
orgasm, it meant she changed her mind and didn't want the dog to
fuck her after all. But if she warned me, she wanted me to order
Jenny to get Lucky to fuck her. With a little bit of reluctance
that probably wouldn't have been there if I hadn't just
masturbated, I typed up the order.

"Get him up and start rubbing his dick to get him ready to fuck
her," Jenny read in a monotone.

"Does he have to?" Erin asked.

"Of course," Jenny says. "It won't be so bad, though, I promise."
She pulled on Lucky's collar and pulled him away from his licking
duties. The dog didn't resist too hard, and let himself roll over
on his belly. Jenny rubbed the fur between his hind legs
repeatedly in an upward motion. I guess Lucky knew he was about
to live up to his name once again. It didn't take long for the
ugly little dick to start poking out of its sheath.

Erin sat upwards, leaning on her arms behind her, to get a look.
"Wow, it looks weird."

"I know, it's totally gross looking. But you don't have to look
at it when he's doing you." Lucky kept trying to turn over, so
Jenny said, "He's ready," and let him. "You have to get on your
hands and knees, like you're a dog."

"I can't do it like this? I want to watch."

"Let Erin do it the way she wants. If you guide Lucky to her
pussy he won't mind," I typed.

Jenny shrugged, and pulled Lucky over top of Erin, positioning
his paws on either side of her. It didn't seem natural to him, he
kept looking around as though he was confused, but humped a bit
when Jenny's hand closed on his dick. Suddenly, she let go.
"Wait!"

"What?"

"He squirts a lot. I don't want to have to clean it later. Hold
him." Erin held on to Lucky by the collar, and giggled a bit as
it caused him to lick her face and neck, while Jenny bounced to
her clothes hamper and pulled out a towel. Placing it beneath
Erin and Lucky was a bit of a challenge, but soon they were all
ready.

"Okay, here we go," Jenny said, and once again grabbed Lucky's
penis and tried to get it inside her. That took some more effort.
My view was obstructed, but I think Erin had to lift her butt off
the ground a little for Lucky's dick to reach in a comfortable
way, and Jenny had to push him forward until it went in. But it
did go in, and once Lucky was firmly planted, it seemed he forgot
most of his concerns about it not being doggy style. He humped
away intently.

For the next several minutes, I watched as my sister got fucked
by her friend's dog. I was a little glad that I couldn't see
Erin's face very well the way she was. Jenny I could see better,
she was on her knees, leaning forward, her ass in the air pointed
at the camera, and I saw she rubbed herself several times between
the legs while she watched the spectacle.

I heard Erin cum, not loudly, just a soft little moan that was
almost hard to hear because the dog didn't care and just kept
humping away until he was done. When he did, Erin let out another
moan, though more of surprise than pleasure.

"Is he stuck?" Jenny asked. "That happened to me too, and I got
so scared. Don't worry, it doesn't last forever." She rubbed
Lucky's head. "Good boy!"

While they waited for it to go down, they talked about school, of
all things. "Did you do the Math homework?" Jenny asked.

"Yeah. I finished it all in class."

"Figures. I wish I could be as fast as you."

She asked a couple more questions on specific math problems, and
the conversation veered off into other things going on at the
school, as though it was any other day and they weren't naked and
one of them didn't have a dog cock stuck inside of her. Finally,
the dog managed to pull free. He wandered off, completely
disinterested, and waited at the door. Erin finally was able to
get into a comfortable sitting position, and looked down at her
pussy. "Wow. He certainly shoots a lot of sperm."

"I know," Jenny said. "See, I'm glad I brought the towel."

I released them then. They both came, and so had I, and if I was
going to cum again, I wanted Erin to be home. But I did have to
set up one thing, first. "I hope you enjoyed that. Pretty soon
we're going to make it even. Since Erin's had sex with your dog,
I want to see you having sex with her brother."

It was hard not to feel good at the genuine smile on Jenny's face
when she said, cheerily, "Okay."

Mom was already home by the time Erin returned, so we couldn't
risk fucking in the house. She did stop into my room to collect
her panties and switched them while I watched. "How was it?" I
asked her.

"It was fun," she said.

I didn't want to be openly insecure, but I couldn't help it.
"Better than..."

"No," she interrupted, before I finished. "Nothing's as good as
being with you, Andrew. This is just a fun, once-in-a-while
thing." I was hoping she would say "try-it-once" thing, but I
suppose I can't have everything. "Like when you fuck Jenny. It
doesn't mean anything." She kissed me softly on the lips. "This
means something."

"Are you sure you want me to do Jenny?" I did want to, but I also
knew how I felt when she was fucking the dog. No matter how much
I pretended to be fine with it, no matter how much it really was
hot, I felt bad about her doing it, and I didn't want her to feel
those things while I fucked her friend.

"Can't back out now," she said. "It would look suspicious. It's
sweet that you're worried about me, but I don't care as long as
I'm there. It'll be like a birthday present." I'd be turning
sixteen in only a few days. Depending on when we timed it, it
might literally be a birthday present.

**** Chapter 9:

As it turned out though, it would be a late birthday present. We
realized there was a school holiday, for both of our schools, on
the Monday after my birthday. It seemed like the perfect time to
arrange the meeting. Mom would be gone, and Jenny could come over
here, and we'd have as much time as we wanted to fool around
without much risk of getting caught or interrupted.

My birthday was on the Friday. Mom was aware enough about my life
to know that I didn't really have many close friends, so she
didn't schedule a big party, just a dinner at home with pizza and
cake. I was told I could invite whoever I wanted, but she went
ahead and invited Kirk without asking me.

I wouldn't have invited him. Ever since learning he not only made
my sister give him a hand job but also broke her heart to date
Jenny, I'd been giving him the cold shoulder. But before that, he
was my best and pretty well only friend, and my Mom must been
worried that I spent too much time alone in my room. She figured
it would be easier to repair that friendship than to make a new
one.

I did kind of miss Kirk, I guess, so I didn't tell him off when
told me he was accepting the invitation. I got a few "Happy
Birthdays" at school, but I didn't really consider anybody there
close enough to invite, so I figured I'd let him come.

Watching him spend most of the first hour trying to look down my
sister's top without being obvious about it made me regret that
decision. She was dressed up and wearing a skirt and blouse,
still unusual for her but growing more common, and she looked
radiant. Except I got sick of Kirk positioning himself to be in
front of her whenever she bent forward.

Finally I suggested Kirk that we play a bit of pickup basketball
in the backyard. He agreed, basketball being one of the few areas
his tall gangly form was an advantage. Erin came out to watch us,
but I asked her to go inside and find out if Mom ordered the
pizza yet. Mostly I wanted to get rid of her. When I thought she
was gone, I pushed Kirk up against one of the outer walls of my
house.

"If I see you staring at my sister one more time you're getting a
beating."

Kirk's eyes widened and he got defensive immediately. "What? I
wasn't... Andrew, man, she's only twelve!"

"Yeah, so's your girlfriend." That was a slipup, both
mathematically (Jenny was now thirteen), and because I shouldn't
have let him know I knew about his relationship. But he was too
worried about his own ass.

"How did..."

"Forget it. I know, and I know what you tried to do with my
sister."

"Man, I am so sorry. I knew it was wrong, that's why I broke up
with her."

I didn't buy it. Erin told me it was because she wouldn't give
him a blowjob, and Jenny would. "Sure," I said sarcastically.

"I'm serious. I knew it was wrong, I don't know what I was
thinking. I know, I'm scum, I should be going after girls my own
age. But they were there, and they were asking me these
questions, and, well, things got out of hand." He got a panicked
look in his eyes. "You're not going to tell anybody, are you?
About me and Jenny?"

I had no room to throw stones there. I couldn't even really blame
him for going after the first girl who showed an interest,
whether appropriate or not. I might have done the same, and Kirk
looks even goofier than me, and his attempts to play up an
unearned ladies man image just make him more laughable to the
girls in our school. "I don't really care what you and your
little preteen girlfriend do," I told him. "But I do care about
my sister. You try anything with her, you even look at her funny,
I will kick your ass so hard you'll be tasting my foot for weeks.
In fact, I don't even want you talking to her." He'd been making
attempts at conversation the whole night. She never got too
deeply into any of them, but always answered politely. Even that
bothered me, since I thought she should have completely ignored
him, if anything. I suppose I was worried she was lying about no
longer having any feelings for him.

"Fine," he said. "I won't. I'd never do anything anyway." I
backed away. He threw the ball towards me. "So can we be friends
again? If this is what you've been mad about... it's nothing,
okay? It was just a stupid mistake. We cool?"

I stared him down for a few moments. Then I remembered I'd soon
be fucking his little girlfriend. Not only that, Erin had
mentioned Kirk was still on her revenge list. So I felt
momentarily guilty for being such a hardass. "Fine, we're cool.
So long as you stay away from her. Erin's completely off-limits."

"Got it."

The rest of the night, Kirk barely even looked at Erin, and
stared at his plate through the whole meal. I didn't think Erin
noticed... she seemed happy as she usually was.

Other than that awkward moment between Kirk and I, the birthday
wasn't bad. The pizza was good, the chocolate cake was really
good, and I was pleased with the gifts. I got a few gift cards
and money in the mail from some of my more distant relatives.
Kirk got me a copy of Left 4 Dead 2. He already had one so he
thought we might be able to renew our friendship fighting off
zombies together. My Mom doesn't know a thing about age ratings
on games so she didn't care.

I'd been hinting for a few weeks that I wanted a car when I
turned sixteen, but Mom didn't go for it. Instead I got an
iPhone, which was nice... but I really wanted a car. I considered
getting a job after school, but it would really cut into my time
with Erin.

From Erin, I wound up getting three gifts. The first gift was the
public gift. She gave me a USB stick with 16 GB, and automatic
password encryption. "I'm sure you can find something to put on
it," she said, putting a stress on the word something and rolling
her eyes. But there was a smile there, a smile that was for me
alone. We both knew what kinds of things I'd be putting on it.

The second gift came later that night. After Mom went to bed, she
tiptoed into my room in her nightgown and crawled into bed with
me. We spent the night together before, but not too often. It was
too risky. We had sex, which was great except for having to try
really hard to do it quietly. It was the afterwards that was the
gift. Holding the girl you love in your arms, naked, and drifting
off to sleep with her is an amazing feeling of peace. We talked
drowsily... I was still inside of her.

"Did you have a happy birthday?" she asked.

"Best ever. I love you."

"I love you too." There was a pause, and she said, "I heard what
you said to Kirk. In the backyard."

"You did?"

I couldn't see her, but I felt her nodding against my chest. "I
loved it. It made me feel special."

"You are special."

"What about your gift?" she asked, changing the topic. "Did you
like that?"

"Which one? The USB stick, or you being here?" I kissed her
forehead. "Both were great, but I like this one better."

"There's still a part three," she reminded me. "On Monday."

"Still won't top this." I could feel sleep closing in on me. "I
love you. I love this."

"Me too." She was quiet for a long time, and I thought she had
fallen asleep, and I was just about to do the same when she said,
very softly, "One day I hope I can find something big to
blackmail Mom with. So we could do this every night."

Something about that statement, the matter-of-factness of it,
chilled me, bringing me back to full alertness. "What?" I asked.
But she didn't answer. She really had fallen asleep.

The idea, impossible as it was, of being openly with my sister
was appealing, but that she'd been thinking about trying to bring
it about by blackmailing our mother made me shudder for some
reason. That level of manipulativeness scared me. Maybe, I told
myself, she was just joking. It was even possible I dreamed it.
It took me a few minutes to convince myself I probably had, and
to finally get to sleep myself.

I woke up the next day to find her gone. She had to get up early
to sneak back into her room, and she made pancakes the next
morning for all of us. I didn't know how to ask her about what
she said.

**** Chapter 10:

Over the weekend, I spent the time arranging some of the things
we needed to set up in advance of Jenny's visit. It was nothing
too complicated, but I had to go to my next door neighbor for
help. He was a short, balding guy, a little chubby, with glasses.
He looked like, and was, a big geek... he knew all sorts of
things about science and computers, and taught me most of the
tricks I knew. When I was between the ages of eleven and
thirteen, he was a bit of a father figure for me, although that
was mostly because he had a big crush on my Mom and wanted to get
in her good graces. After she gently turned him down, he settled
down with another neighbor, a fat loudmouthed lady I didn't like
much. I gradually started seeing less and less of him, and we
drifted apart, but I could still count on him to help out when I
had a scientific or technical question.

This time the question was about how I could send commands as the
Blackmailer, while still being in the room. I didn't know of a
specific program that would do what I needed, and my search terms
hadn't generated any useful results, so I thought I'd ask him. I
didn't tell him the whole story, of course, but gave him a
general overview of the problem. He came through. He set me up
with a computer program that I could interface with my e-mail
system and any other program. All I had to do was send an e- mail
and it would execute one of several preprogrammed commands based
on what was in the e-mail. And it was easy enough to send an
e-mail through my iPhone, or to set up something where any cell
phone would redirect messages to e-mail.

Erin and I worked together that weekend coming up with our
commands and predetermined responses. She wanted to have a lot
more than I did, to really sell it to Jenny that somebody else,
other than us, was doing the ordering around. It quickly became
clear that there were going to be a lot more commands than I
could easily remember, when you added up the potential answers
and questions that could be made.

I learned that day that my sister has a freaky memory for
numbers. I had to have a crib sheet after the first few commands.
She didn't. She could remember every command and what they meant
off the top of her head. So it only made sense, she'd be the one
to play the Blackmailer most of the time, although I memorized a
few of the basic replies in case she was too busy.

Monday came along, and, since we didn't have school, Erin and I
fucked that morning in the kitchen shortly after Mom left. Jenny
wasn't due to show up until lunch, and it was a shame to waste
such nice time alone. Afterwards, we cuddled up on the couch and
watched TV, then fought zombies a little in my new video game.
While we played we had one of our familiar conversations about
what we'd do if we were in a real zombie apocalypse. The idea the
two of us having to repopulate the human race seemed to really
turn her on... we started making out, and if it wasn't for the
doorbell we might have fucked again.

It was Jenny, showing up on schedule. I let Erin answer the door,
and waited In the living room until the two came over to meet me.
"Jenny's here," Erin said.

I looked over. She gave me a wave and a shy smile and said, "Hi."
She then looked down towards her feet.

I returned her greeting. It was weird. We were going to be
fucking. We both knew it was on the schedule. But we really
didn't know each other that well. I think that might have been
the second or third time I talked to her since I started
blackmailing her.

Erin suggested we all go up to her room because the Blackmailer
would be expected soon. We set his first messages to us on a
timer, since it wouldn't matter what we were doing at the time.
We waited, sitting on Erin's bed, not really talking.

"Maybe we should just get undressed while we wait," Erin said.
Leading by example, she took off her top. She wasn't wearing a
bra underneath, but that was no surprise since I was feeling her
little tits only a few minutes prior.

Jenny shrugged, and started pulling down her pants. Then, she
took off her skirt and fixed her hair before removing her bra and
panties. Her breasts were pretty big for her small size and
offered more to grab on to than Erin did. I'd seen them before,
but I thought it would be better to make a point to stare,
because I wasn't supposed to have.

Finally, both girls were naked, and looked expectantly to me. I
was a little more nervous. I may be bold when I'm on the other
side of a computer screen, but in person I'm pretty shy and
insecure. That had melted away with my sister, but this was
somebody new about to see me naked for the first time. It was
nerve-wracking. I pulled off my shirt, then my jeans, and finally
slipped off my boxers. My dick was already hard from being in a
room with two naked girls, so it bounced to attention.

"See, didn't I tell you my brother Andrew was hot?" Erin said to
Jenny. "Look at his dick." She grabbed it, making it swell even
harder. "Isn't it nice?"

"Yeah, it's bigger than I thought it would be. You look hot."

"Thanks," I stammered. "So do you." After a second, I asked,
"You're not going to tell Kirk about this, are you?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I don't tell him about any
of this stuff. He'd get pissed off even though he should be happy
since I'm partly doing this for him." We'd used the threat of
Kirk going to jail as part of the blackmail process.

Erin took a look to her computer, then said, "The Blackmailer's
still not here. Or maybe he's just watching quietly." She
grinned. "Hey, you want to watch me fuck my brother for a while
while we wait?"

Jenny seemed a little dubious about it but said "Okay, I guess."

Erin pulled me towards her and kissed me, on the mouth, then
opened her mouth and forced her tongue inside. I saw her eyes
weren't on me, though, they were looking at her friend, as though
daring her to find something wrong with it. Jenny didn't visibly
recoil, so Erin lay back and spread her legs. I rubbed her slit,
but she was already pretty wet and the Blackmailer's first
message could be any moment, so I just got right to it, and
entered her, holding her legs with my arms as I thrust into her
again and again.

"Yeah, that's it, fuck me. Mmmm." She was putting on a show, I
guess. I pounded her for a good minute or two of energetic
fucking, with a few kisses thrown in for good measure, and then
slowed down. As much as I liked fucking her, I didn't want to cum
and not be able to do anything with Jenny.

Soon after I slowed down, there was a chime from the computer.
Jenny slid over to read the screen. "He's here," she said, and
then read off what it said. "I see you've gotten here before me.
But let's not get too ahead of ourselves."

I pulled out of my sister and sat on the edge of the bed. Erin
slid to one of the corners, and I saw her hand sliding beneath a
pillow, where she'd stashed her cell phone. A few seconds later,
a message popped up. "I set this up to watch Jenny fuck Andrew. I
don't know how much time we'll have, so let's get to it. Are you
wet, Jenny?"

"Not really, not yet."

It took a while for the reply. I certainly couldn't remember a
preprogrammed answer that covered it. For a moment I thought Erin
didn't either and was about to suggest helping her, when the
screen flashed. "Then I think you need to change that." Then, a
few seconds later, "Why don't you rub her?"

It didn't specify who, but I thought I should, so I turned to
face Jenny. She turned to face me and swung one leg over, giving
me easy access to her mound. I lay my hand over it and leaned in,
caressing the whole area. Up close, I could tell that there was
very sparse blonde hair down there that wasn't really visible on
the webcam.

I then began to rub the area around her slit, applying slight
pressure and almost kneading the flesh around her lips. Jenny lay
back on the bed with one hand behind her head, watching the
screen but letting me do my work. I dipped a finger inside. She
was a little wet inside, and I gathered what I could and rubbed
it all around.

After a minute or two of rubbing, I decided to lean forward and
take a taste. It was okay. It had a tiny hint of that fishy taste
I'd always heard guys complain about, but never noticed on Erin.
It didn't put me off too much though, nor did the realization
that a dog had once cum in there, so I probed inside the slit
with my tongue for a little while until she began making soft
noises of pleasure. I would have continued, but Erin must have
set up another message. "Okay," she said. "He wants you to fuck
her now."

"So how do you want to do this?" I asked Jenny.

"I know she really likes it doggy style," Erin supplied
cheerfully.

That got a reaction. Jenny blushed bright red and she couldn't
meet my eye. I don't know if she thought I already knew about
Lucky or was afraid Erin might reveal it, but I thought I'd
pretend to ignore it. "Okay," I said. "Turn over then."

She rolled over, and got on her hands and knees. From behind her
crack looked smooth and even tighter, and I was pretty horny, so
I put one hand on her ass and positioned myself, slid the head of
my penis up and down the slit, then pushed. It was a nice tight
squeeze, and felt incredible, although Erin was tighter. I
squeezed her ass-cheeks tightly while I pumped my hips in and
out, slapping up hard against her butt.

Erin mostly watched from the computer chair, phone now beside the
screen itself so she could put in commands without being seen. I
smiled at her, hoping that she didn't turn jealous, despite the
fact that she set all of this up. She didn't seem to be obviously
angry, but she could hide her emotions pretty well.

It wasn't long before Jenny's soft little grunts became gasps,
and I knew from watching her she was about to cum, so I redoubled
my efforts, squeezing her tight. Soon she began squeezing my
shaft with a series of muscular contractions as she squealed in
pleasure. I could feel that old familiar feeling starting to rise
up.

There was a chime. Erin read off the message she had just sent.
"He wants you to pull out, and cum all over her face," she said.
I didn't remember putting that command in. It must have been
something Erin wanted to see.

I was willing to indulge her, but unfortunately the command came
too late. By the time I heard it, the pressure was rising in my
rod and I was about to cum. There wasn't time for her to get in
position, and I didn't want to stain my sister's bedsheets so I
stayed inside Jenny, just the tip, while I came inside her. After
the first few spurts, I pulled my dick out and squirted on the
outside of her pussy. "Sorry," I said to the camera, but really
to Erin. "I couldn't last."

"I'm kind of glad," Jenny said. "I didn't want to get any in my
hair." She turned over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"So did you like it?" Erin asked. I noticed her fingers played
with her cell-phone, but it was a subtle thing.

"Yeah," she said and looked at me. "You're really good Andrew."

I smiled dumbly and said, "Thanks. So are you." She was only the
second girl I'd slept with, so I didn't have much to compare
with, nor much experience getting compliments. At least I
believed it was an honest compliment on her end. I'd watched her
fucking Kirk before, and the guy did not satisfy her. My only
real competition was a dog.

The message chimed up. "Looks like some mess. Maybe Erin should
clean you, with her tongue." She wrinkled her nose after she read
it. "I guess he really likes watching girls do that."

"I think most guys do," I said.

Erin smiled. "Okay, then, watch this." She walked over to Jenny,
put her head in the other girl's lap, and then began licking her
pussy like in earnest, like it was some delicious treat. "You
know, it doesn't taste so weird like this," she said. "Must be
the special sauce." My cock twitched, even though I'd already cum
twice today. I sat by the computer and covertly input a command
to have Jenny do her at the same time.

By the time they both had an orgasm, I was again hard. I decided
I'd do what Erin had asked for before and cum on Jenny's face.
Instead of sending a command, since I didn't remember an
appropriate one, I just suggested it myself. Jenny gave a pretty
good blowjob, even if she mostly stayed around the head instead
of going down more. It took a while, but eventually I was ready
to climax again. I told Erin, who adjusted the camera as I pulled
out. Jenny smiled at my cock but closed her eyes as I covered her
with my cum. Covered is a bit of an exaggeration... having
squirted twice in the last few hours, I didn't have as much as I
used to, but it made a nice glaze on her face and I
"accidentally" got a bit in her hair, too.

We rested for a while, and Jenny used our shower. By the time she
came back, Erin had darted into my room and input some new
orders. "I really enjoyed that. You three are welcome to keep
doing it if you want to, whether I order it or not. However, your
next task will be something different. I think it's finally time
to add somebody else to our little party. One of you is going to
put my special program on your friend Winnie's computer so I can
watch her, too."

"I don't even know who that is," I said.

"And there's no way Winnie's going to invite me to her place,"
Erin said. "She hates me. So if one of us is doing it, it's got
to be you, Jenny." As if there was any doubt.

She sighed. "Great."

"I don't like it," Erin said. "But I guess if he's spending time
with Winnie that means more time we can just do what we want and
not worry about being watched. Though I bet he's going to make
Winnie lick our pussies sooner or later."

Jenny squeezed her thighs together. It was subtle, but I noticed.
"Yeah," she said. "He likes doing that."

**** Chapter 11:

We didn't have any more wild threesomes immediately after that.
Fucking Jenny was fun, but it was a special case. I was happy
with just Erin, and she seemed happy with me. Jenny didn't manage
to get an invite to Winnie's place right away, either. So for a
while we settled into our familiar routines of school and after
school we would have sex or watch Jenny, or both.

One day I came home a little late because I was working on an
assignment with Kirk, and when I entered Erin's room, I saw she
was watching the spy program. She had one hand between her legs,
and her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. She smiled over to me
and nodded to the screen, and I came close enough to watch.

What I saw was quite a shock. It looked like Jenny was with
somebody... but it wasn't Kirk, or even Winnie. She was far too
small, and looked too young. Then I recognized her. It was
Jenny's sister Claire. She was only nine, and looked it, a tiny
little pixie, with practically sticks for arms and legs. She was
completely nude, although I couldn't see her nipples at all at
her distance. As I realized the implications, my heart
immediately started to pound faster, and I felt a sick feeling in
the pit of my stomach, competing with shameful arousal.

My eyes instantly went to the log of sent messages, and I read
them over. Jenny must have been speaking, as I only saw Erin's
side of the conversation.

"How are you today?"

"Good. I've been thinking about how you and Erin traded what I
made you do."

"More fun for me. But I realized, you didn't really trade yet."

"Well, I've been showing you how having sex with a dog feels. And
I've been showing her how much fun you can have doing sexy things
with a relative. But while Erin had sex with a dog, you just had
sex with another guy."

"I want you to bring your sister into your room. Tell her you
want to teach her something really fun, but she has to be naked.
Then you just make her cum, with your fingers and tongue."

"I promise I won't do that. And if she says no, I'll never ask
again. But if she says yes, I'm sure you'll both enjoy making
each other cum."

From the speakers, I heard Claire giggle. Her pants were down at
her feet, and her sister's head was at her mound. "It feels
nice." Claire pushed her glasses back up on her nose with one
finger.

"Oh, god," I muttered. "What are you doing?"

Erin looked up at me, innocently. "Teaching them to have fun with
each other, what does it look like?"

"Yeah, but... what did she do to deserve this? We promised, we'd
only blackmail the bad people."

"I'm not blackmailing her. I'm just helping her have fun. If
somebody could have told me about orgasms when I was her age, I'd
have thanked them." She smiled. "If it was you, I probably would
have fucked you then, too."

My eyes were riveted to the screen. Claire had spread her legs
even farther apart and was leaning backwards against Jenny's
desk. "We can't do this, this is wrong," I said.

She seemed genuinely confused that I was making a big deal about
it. "They love each other. They should express it, like we do.
Claire's always complaining to me that Jenny doesn't spend enough
time with her. Well, now they'll have a reason to. And then
they'll be like us. Part of the happy incest lovers club."

"But..." My sentence trailed off. Claire giggled again, and said,
"Keep going right there," and pointed. Jenny laughed too. They
did seem to be having fun.

Erin rubbed her free hand over the bulge in my jeans. The contact
made it pulse. There was no hiding that this turned me on, no
matter how much I didn't want it to. "Come on, sit with me and
watch."

I didn't sit, but I continued to stand, not sure what to do.
Maybe I'd wake up at any moment, just a crazy dream. But I
didn't. I watched Claire let out a pleasurable, undulating sound,
part scream, part giggle, part groan. "See?" I heard Jenny say.
"Didn't that feel good?"

"Yeah," Claire responded. "Really, really good."

"You want to help me, too?" Claire nodded. "Okay, let's lie on
the bed then."

Erin was still stroking, and I was getting near the point that my
boner would overwhelm all common sense and I'd just want it in a
hole, and hole. That was when Erin said, "I know this makes you
hot. I've seen the cartoons you look at." I did like the loli
style of cartoon characters. I'd never seen any real child porn,
except for the stuff I made myself as the Blackmailer, and
sometimes girls showing themselves on the camwhore sites, neither
of which somehow seemed to count. Claire was the youngest real
girl I'd seen doing anything sexual. "If we play it smart I bet
we can get Claire to do things with us, too. Imagine her sucking
on your dick."

The mental image conjured by that was so wrong, and yet so
undeniable arousing... Claire's little mouth with my cock in it,
making a visible dent in her cheek, as she looked up to me. The
image was so vivid I could visualize my own reflection in her
glasses as I came inside her mouth. Would she be able to hold it
all in her mouth, or would it dribble out no matter how fast she
tried to swallow?

My heart began to race. It scared me how turned on I was and how
much I wanted to find out the answer to that question. It scared
me back to sanity. "No," I said, batting Erin's hand away from my
crotch. She looked at me as though stunned. "We can't do this.
This is too much." I fled before I changed my mind, went into my
room and closed the door.

A few minutes later, she came knocking. I said, "Not now." I was
afraid she'd talk me into it.

"Please?" she said. "Andrew, please talk to me." Her voice had a
hurt tone to it, like I'd made her cry. I didn't know exactly
what I felt, but I never wanted that. I was about to go open the
door when I heard a noise from downstairs. Mom was home. Erin
fled for her own room.

Mom had had a rough day, and asked if we'd be okay making our own
dinners. It suited me fine, a tension-filled family dinner wasn't
what I wanted. I waited until I thought Erin was safely in her
room and snuck down to make a microwaveable burrito, which I ate
in my room.

I knew I couldn't avoid her forever, but I wanted to sort out my
feelings before I talked to her. That was harder than I thought.
Every time I thought of the scene I got aroused all over again,
which started the spiral of other emotions. Revulsion at myself,
shame, anger at Erin for triggering that, then guilt and anger at
myself. I was the one, more than anybody, who made Erin what she
was now, by taking advantage of her.

A couple hours before bed, I heard a knock at my door again. Mom
was watching TV downstairs. It had to be Erin. This time, I
decided to answer. I told her to come in, and she did, slowly,
shutting the door behind herself, her head hung low. She had
changed her shirt into a low-cut blouse, and it looked like she'd
been crying. "Do you hate me?"

My heart melted. "No, I could never hate you, Erin. I just need
time to think." After a moment, I added. "What happened... you
did a bad thing."

"If you think I was bad, you could always spank me." Then she
seemed to wince at her own words. "I'm sorry. It just came out."
We stood in silence, and she said. "I went too far, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"I thought it would turn you on."

"It did," I admitted. "It doesn't mean that makes it okay." I
sighed. "There's a lot of things we've done that're not okay."

"No," she said defiantly. "Most of what we've done is good."

"There's a difference between feeling good and being good."

"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot," she snapped. "I'm smarter
than you, you know."

I didn't even know what to say to that. "I just need time to
think. About things. About...." I left the sentence hang.

Erin must have sensed that I was almost going to say 'us'.
"Fine." She turned and stalked out of the room. "Think. Let me
know what you decide," she said bitterly.

I didn't see her the rest of the night. I guess if I tried, I
probably could have, but I was still locked in my guilt spiral,
trying to decide what to do. At some times I seriously considered
ending things with Erin. It would break my heart, but I sometimes
I thought it would be the best thing. Sometimes I thought about
giving up even the pretense of morals, given what I'd done so
far. Giving in to my animal instincts completely had a certain
appeal. Most of the time I spent between the two extremes, like
thinking I should end our blackmailing project.

It took a while for me to fall asleep, but I did, until I was
woken up by a warm, familiar embrace. It was Erin. She'd snuck
into my room, and was naked. It was the middle of the week, so it
was even more dangerous than it usually was. "What?" I said.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispered. "Not as things were. You're
the most important thing to me. I'm sorry for what I did. But I
don't want you to break up with me." One of her hands casually
played up and down my boxers, sparking an erection, and I felt
her lips on my neck.

I guess that was when I decided. The draw between us was too
strong. Even if I told her we'd break up, I couldn't give her up.
Every time I saw her, I'd want her, and sooner or later we'd be
in bed together. The only thing breaking up would accomplish
would be to hurt her until that happened. And I never wanted to
hurt her. "I still love you. I don't want us to break up either."

I heard her sigh in relief in the darkness. "I could give up the
blackmail, you know," she whispered in my ear. "I love it. It's
such a rush making them do what I want. I want to keep playing
with Jenny, and make Winnie do what I want too. But I can give it
all up if you tell me to."

I couldn't deny, it certainly was a rush, and at least at that
moment I didn't want to entirely give it up either. "No. But...
we have to be careful, not to go too far. Maybe go slowly for a
while. Okay?" The fact that she told me she could quit comforted
me into deceiving myself. If we both believed we could end it at
any time, we could keep going a little longer.

"Okay."

"Someone like Claire, she really doesn't know what she's getting
in to. We can't push things like that."

"I'll tell Jenny not to play with her anymore."

I hesitated. "Just don't tell her anything. I guess if Claire did
enjoy it, telling Jenny not to do it any more might do more harm
than good now." It was a rationalization, one of many I told
myself when I was thinking about just letting this incident
slide. "But don't suggest anything new, not with anybody who's
too young to know better."

"Okay," she said. She held onto me. I was going to suggest she go
back to her room, because if she stayed here there was a chance
Mom would wake me up for school and catch us, when she said,
"Andrew?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thank you for saying no to me. Sometimes I think I need that."
She snuggled up closer to me. "If I ever get too far out of line,
you need to tell me no. I might have another Azula moment." I
smiled at the reference, and then she slipped away for a moment.
There was a shuffling, and by the faint shadow outline, I think
she was on her hands and knees. "You really can spank me if I get
too bad," she said, injecting some flirtatiousness.

I groaned softly. "Maybe another time. But you should go back to
your bed. If Mom catches us, it won't be me breaking us up..." I
couldn't imagine what she'd do... maybe send me off to a military
school, if not jail.

Her hand cupped my groin again. "Okay. But while I'm here, we
might as well take care of this first."

I don't know if that was one of those times I should have told
her no, but I didn't have the heart to.

**** Chapter 12:

We really did slow down on our blackmailing project, for a while.
Jenny managed to get the program on Winnie's computer, so we were
still watching her hoping to find something we could use. Jenny
hadn't gone the extra mile and gotten her to do something
incriminating on camera. We'd seen Winnie changing a few times,
but that wasn't really enough, and her family spoke Chinese at
home, so they could have been confessing to being assassins and
we'd never know. But we weren't in any hurry any more either.

We didn't push Jenny on anything new, either. Sometimes we had
her masturbate, but we didn't order her to let her dog fuck her,
very often, though we watched with some amusement as she
regularly had him lick her without needing any prompting. If she
did anything with Claire, I never saw it. Sometimes, thinking
about that, I was relieved... at others, I was disappointed.

Time passed. We had our Christmas holidays, which meant more
alone time, although we were also busy on our own projects. I was
taking driving lessons over the break... I'd had my permit for a
year, but hadn't gotten around to taking the required road time.
Now that I could actually get a license, it became important
again... even if Mom didn't give me a car, once I got my license
I could borrow hers.

I was also trying again to teach myself more Flash, which I'd
been doing for years, and this time working on creating a simple
game using it, for fun. Erin was working on some extra credit
assignment. She'd been placed in an advanced program in her
school just before the break. I was proud of her. I'd always
known she was smart, even if she only seemed to get average
grades before.

It was after the New Year that things changed, again. We had
slowly been getting back into craving the power of the blackmail
thing. We started putting more pressure on Jenny to go and do
something with Winnie that would make her blackmailable. I think
Erin was eager to put her under our thumb and humiliate her to
pay her back for the treatment she got once school resumed.
Apparently Winnie had started to be an even bigger bitch to her
than before after Erin's advanced classes started and was
regularly trying to torment her in the many subtle ways girls
use.

What happened didn't really have much to do with Winnie, though.
I had a boring day at school, one I couldn't wait to end, but not
for the usual reasons. My driver's test was that day, after
school.  I failed... but just barely. I was bummed out, but at
least I was pretty sure I'd pass the next time. When I came home,
I went up to Erin's room. She was at her computer, a book on her
lap.

She smiled over at me hopefully. "So?"

I frowned and shrugged. "Parallel parking is the bane of my
existence."

The smile faded a little. "I'm sure you'll get it next time."

I nodded. "I hope so. What are you up to?"

She shrugged. "Reading. And looking through Winnie's e-mails.
She's got so much." The program had a keylogger so it was trivial
to find the password to her Gmail and snoop through her things.
She brightened as she remembered something she was going to tell
me. "I think we've got something on her."

"What?"

"She's fucking a married guy."

My eyes widened. It seemed every girl Erin knew was way more
sexually active than I ever imagined. Where were these kinds of
girls when I was twelve? "You saw him?" If it happened in her
room, it would be prime blackmail material, but that seemed to be
too good to be true.

"No," she said with a pout. "But I've read the e-mails. He's
talking about how he thinks his wife's getting suspicious, so
they can't meet." She called up one and pointed. I read it over.
It seemed promising.

I was also aware of a slight noise coming out of her speakers.
"What's going on?" I asked.

She clicked over to another window. "Oh, Kirk's over at Jenny's.
Boring."

I nodded in agreement. They were just making out, and Kirk has
his hand under her shirt. Nothing new, and Kirk probably would
have just fucked her and left if Jenny didn't get pissed at him
whenever he tried that. I guess she'd had enough of being a sex
object with us and when she was with a boyfriend she wanted the
making out. I didn't blame her. Erin clicked back to the e-mail
window.

"She's sent him nude pictures, too. That might be a way to get
her." It was better than blackmailing her with nudes from our
spying, but not by much. "If we could find out who it was,
though, she'd be ours."

I looked at the e-mail address, but there were no clues there.
"We could send an e-mail as her, asking for a picture back?"

Erin shook her head. "Too risky. If they talk, or if Winnie sees
it, she'll know she's been hacked."

"Good point."

"Maybe if I know she's meeting somebody after school, I can
follow her. See where she's going."

"I'd rather you not risk yourself on something like this," I
said.

"But I want to get her!"

I went behind her and rubbed her shoulders with gentle pressure,
almost a massage. "We will. Maybe..." I never got to finish my
thought, because the faint noise from the speakers suddenly
turned harsh and loud. Somebody was yelling. Erin clicked over to
the other window.

There were three people in the room, now. Kirk, Jenny, and a man
I'd never met, but who I had to assume was Jenny's dad. He was a
pretty tall and well-built guy, dark hair, clean-shaven, balding
a little but he had what was probably a handsome face. He was
wearing a suit and tie, and looked like he could have been an
accountant, but right now his face was red with rage and he was
screaming at Kirk like a Drill Sergeant.

Erin turned up the volume. "What the fuck is wrong with you?
She's a kid, she's only thirteen!"

"I swear, I didn't know," Kirk whined. His back was up against a
wall, shirt off, and keeping Jenny's bed defensively between him
and the angry father.

"Yeah, right!" Whenever Kirk tried to move, the father blocked
his path. "I'm going to kick your ass, boy, and then, I'm going
to call the police." Legally, Kirk might have been in the clear,
at least on this incident. He was a minor and there was a close
enough range between their ages that statutory rape laws might
not apply any more. But the beating was a risk either way. I
could see Kirk looking at the window as though considering
whether to risk trying to climb out.

Jenny's dad started stalking purposefully around the bed, and
Kirk cringed.

"Daddy, no! Don't hurt him!" Jenny was crying, sitting on the bed
in her bra, but crawling on her knees to try and intercept.

He turned his rage towards her. "I don't want to hear a word out
of you. I'll deal with you later."

Kirk took the opportunity and hopped onto the bed, ran over it,
and darted out the door, just barely evading the man's grasp. He
chased after, but Kirk had the advantage and if nothing else, he
was motivated. He was so motivated he left his shirt behind. "Get
back here you little shit..." was the last I heard from the
father before they were out of range of the microphone.

Jenny left soon after, and the room was empty for a while, then
Jenny came back in, crying. A minute later, her father came back
in. "I can't believe you. Bringing a boy here! How much have you
done with him?"

"Nothing, Daddy, I promise!"

"I saw him with his hands in your pants. That didn't look like
nothing to me. So you're lying to me. He must be five years older
than you, too."

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"You're sorry? I'm the one who just found out he's raised up a
little slut for a daughter."

I felt so sorry for her, but I was a little relieved. At least my
conscience was clear on this, she was involved with Kirk before
we'd done anything to her. If she'd gotten in trouble for fucking
her dog, I would have felt terrible.

"I'm not a slut," she said. He slapped her face.

"Oh, you're not? If it dresses like a slut and acts like a slut,
that's a slut." What he did next stunned me. "If you're going to
act like a slut, I'm going to treat you like one." He fished at
the front of his pants and soon he'd exposed himself to his own
daughter. "Put it in your mouth. That's what sluts do."

We watched it all. Jenny gave her Dad a blowjob. She had tears in
her eyes, but she did the motions about as well as she did it on
mine, except her father held her head and forced it up and down
on him. I was sickened even though I was a little aroused, but
mostly I just felt like I was frozen in place. It was like it
wasn't real, like it was something happening in a dream, just
because it was on the webcam.

When he was done, he came in her mouth. She coughed, and he
pulled out. His anger seemed to be gone. There was still a
gruffness in his tone when he said, "That ought to teach you a
lesson, if you're going to take after your slut friends, don't
cry when I treat you like a slut," but the expression on his face
was one of guilt and shame. "I'm going to do you and your mother
a favor and keep this from her, it'd kill her to know her
daughter was behaving like a whore. This'll just be between us.
But I'm very disappointed in you, Jenny."

"I'm sorry, Dad," she said weakly. After he left the room Jenny
could be heard sobbing softly into her pillow. It was only then I
finally came back to myself.

"We've got to do something," I said. "Call the police, or
something."

"Andrew, we can't," Erin said. "What are we going to tell them?
That we saw it happening on our secret webcam spying? And what if
they question Jenny and she spills about everything we've been
doing?"

She was right, it was too big a risk. "So you want to just leave
her on her own?"

She thought about it for a while, and then said, "No. We can do
something. We can handle it ourselves."

"How?"

"We said we'd blackmail bad people. People who deserve it,
right?" She smiled. "It looks like he certainly deserves it."

"I don't exactly want him to join us in our sex games."

"You think I do? There are other things to blackmail for. Jenny's
dad makes a lot of money."

I hadn't thought about that. "He does?"

"Yes. We can make him pay. Literally. You could buy your own car
when you get your license."

I liked that idea. Maybe I could even buy a really nice one. "But
it would be our word against..." It was then I looked at the
screen and noticed for the first time that Erin had recorded the
event. I hadn't even noticed her doing it.

"We could do it anonymously," she said. "He'd never know who
knew, so he couldn't strike back."

"And we could get him to leave Jenny alone."

"Yeah, of course we could do that, too," she said, and I felt
better, until she gave me another chill. "Unless it's what she
secretly wanted. We'll have to ask her."

**** Chapter 13:

I put my foot down against asking Jenny if she liked it. The
tears seemed to be too real to me to draw the conclusion that she
wanted it, and I was more worried she might say she did just to
please a Blackmailer she knew was into incest. I also suggested
that we needed to work quickly, in case he got the idea to try
again.

We decided on a figure together. $10,000. Cash, of course. The
problem was then to get it without revealing ourselves, and then,
once we had a plan, to contact him.

Erin went to Jenny's house a few days later, officially to do
fuck Lucky again at the Blackmailer's request. We didn't push
Jenny to do anything this time, because we worried she might
freak out, though Erin said she seemed to act normal, and even
asked if we could get together at our place for a threesome
sometime.

After Erin finished fucking Lucky, she and Jenny showered,
separately. While Jenny was in the shower, Erin slipped into
Jenny's dad's room with the special USB key to install our
blackmailing program on his computer.

Then, sometime later, when we saw he was alone, we contacted him.
We played our video of him molesting his daughter, with full
sound, and told him that if we didn't get what we wanted, we
would send a copy to the police, his work, and his wife's work
address, and listed up a spreadsheet of information we compiled
about him. You should have seen his face.

"What we want is simple, Stan," we sent. I'd learned his name was
Stanley from looking through his computer records. "$10,000. In
cash. Small bills. Get the money and we will contact you in three
days with your instructions on how to deliver it. You will not
attempt to track us. You will not attempt to find or remove this
program on your computer or your daughter's. Any attempt to fight
us or disobey in any way will result in the immediate release of
your video. You will also not touch Jenny again, or attempt to
retaliate. She knows nothing of this. This is your fault, not
hers."

He tried pleading. "Look, I can't get the money. You were spying
on Jenny when you found this, so you must be some kind of
pervert. I'll make her do videos, anything you want..." It
disgusted me, maybe because it was too close to our own methods.

"You don't know what we want. You will find the money, or your
life will be ruined, like you may have ruined your daughter's. If
you do what we ask, you will never hear from us again."

Three days later, he showed us a small satchel full of bills.
More money than I'd ever seen in my life at one time. We told him
what to do with it. Erin came up with the plan. He was to drop
the money in a potted plant on his front porch before leaving to
work, and go to work as usual. We implied that we've been
watching the porch for a while and would notice if he tried to
set up a camera or something. "All it takes is one command to
send the video everywhere, so don't try to get smart."

Then, once he agreed, it was a simple matter to order Jenny to
pick up the satchel, not look inside, and take it to school with
her. There, she would give it to Erin, who, if questioned, would
tell her or anybody else she had to take it somewhere downtown
after school and drop it in a specific trash can. It was as
simple as that.

Erin did go downtown, but just took the money out, put it in a
new container, then did some shopping. Just like that, we were
$10,000 richer. We spread the bills out on my bed and I fucked
her on it, just for kicks, although it wasn't especially
comfortable and very quickly we brushed the money aside and just
made love with the cash surrounding us. Afterwards, we split the
money in two. "I can finally get my own car," I said, looking
over my share.

"Not yet, Andrew," she said. I looked at her. "Don't you think
Mom's going to wonder where you got the money for a car, and gas,
and insurance?"

I frowned. She had a point. I hadn't even thought about it. "So
what good is all this money if we can't spend it?"

"You just need to come up with a cover for it."

I laughed. "Like what, I inherited from a rich uncle?"

"No, like you earned it in advertising revenue for some kind of
website."

"Like what?" Then I had an inspiration. "My flash game?" It was
already mostly done, a simple game without very good graphics
involving controlling remote controlled robots. I called it Robot
Repair. It was supposed to be a space station manned by remote
controlled robots who needed to make repairs before humans could
live there. But even though you had a simple map of the area, you
could only look through one robot's eyes at a time to see the
actual conditions, while you were controlling them, and you had
to use more than one at a time to solve the puzzles, so there was
memory and foreplanning required. It was still pretty rough. "I
don't think it would make anything."

She shrugged. "I've seen worse games that made money. And it
doesn't even have to do that, it just has to convince Mom."

With Erin's help, I got the site up within a week. Most of the
game's programming I had to do myself. I was beginning to learn
my sister was a super genius in many areas, but she didn't have
quite the type of mind required for programming. She'd tried it,
and understood the basics but when there was bug she couldn't
work out she got impatient and even angry, whereas I could
sometimes intuit what was causing a strange behavior almost by
instinct. At least it felt good there was something I was better
at than she was. I didn't do it all on my own, though... she
helped me design some of the maps. I made a point of showing Mom
the site, so when I suddenly started having cash, she'd already
believe the explanation. She didn't really understand the game,
but praised me anyway.

A few other things happened that week. We had another threesome
with Jenny, who I think wanted a little human contact now that
Kirk was afraid to see her again. I passed my driver's test,
finally, and shed my learner's permit for a full license,
although I still couldn't drive late at night for a few more
years. At least I wouldn't need Mom to be in the car with me, and
could get my own.

The last big thing was that we found out the married man Winnie
was corresponding with was, in fact, Jenny's dad. Erin ferreted
out the information. After reading an e-mail from Winnie's
mystery guy in which he said that he couldn't afford to buy her
things as much for a while because he'd just lost $10,000 in "the
stock market", she looked back in on Stan's computer and realized
he had a separate Gmail account that matched.

But it did no good to us. Winnie, after hearing that he wasn't
going to buy her jewelry like he promised, broke up with him
"until he remembered how to treat a girl". "What a little gold
digger," I said when Erin told me.

"I know, she's such a bitch. Don't worry, we'll get her one of
these days," she promised. "And we're not going to be buying her
any presents to get her to do something for us, either."

The next few weeks were a bit of a blur, as I looked for a car
and convinced my Mom I could afford it. At first I thought about
blowing most of my money on something really nice, a car that
would impress everybody, but after hearing Erin saying she was
planning on saving most of her money for college, I thought
better of it and decided to go for a simple used car, not very
flashy. I drove it home one Saturday and honked until Mom and
Erin came out to see. "What do you think?"

"Nice," Mom said, hesitantly. She still wasn't sure about me
having a car, and took every chance to remind me. "Now, remember,
no drinking at all."

"I know, Mom."

"And no speeding, or dangerous driving..."

"I know!"

"And if you fall behind on gas or insurance, I'm not paying for
it, you'll have to give it up."

"I know, Mom." I had plenty left over for that. "You could let me
enjoy my moment here."

She smiled. "It's very nice."

"Can I have a ride?" Erin asked.

I was going to say sure, eager to show off my driving, but Mom
said, "Maybe after lunch." I think she was a little afraid of me
getting into an accident with her, because she also tried to make
finishing homework a condition.

"I've already done it," Erin said with a smirk. "So come on, can
I?"

"I'll just take her to the mall or something," I said. "I'll be
really, really careful."

Mom sighed, but gave in. "Okay, but don't let her run off and be
with her friends. Keep a watch on her."

I promised that I would, and a few minutes we were in the car,
with Mom shouting a last minute reminder to remember our
seatbelts. I was going to ask her if she wanted to go to the mall
and catch a movie. It was one of the few things we could do that
was almost like a real date.

She wiggled in her seat before I could. "So, I have some big
news, too."

"What?"

She smiled. "I hit the Jackpot, on Winnie."

"You got something good on camera?"

She shook her head. "No, but I know how. Get this. Jenny's dad
wasn't the only guy she was doing stuff with." Her smile turned
into a little grin of glee. "She's been doing stuff with Mr.
Powers, who teaches our English and Geography classes. For better
grades. Can you believe it?" Erin laughed. "She always used to
make out that she was the smartest one in our grade, but she's
been cheating, probably the whole time."

I wasn't as jubilant about Winnie's secret being exposed, but it
certainly had possibilities. "How'd you find out?"

"Mr. Powers e-mailed her to give her a heads up that she got a C
on this essay she had to do. Winnie wrote back write away
suggesting that she could sleep with him to get an A again. Looks
like, now even cheating she's not as good as me. I got an A+ on
it."

I smiled. "You really have come out as a star this year," I said.
"So what changed, by the way? Any secrets you can give me to ace
all my courses?" I never had much trouble with school, but I'd
never be top of my class, either. I asked it lightly, almost
jokingly.

Erin though, just stared at me. "You know why."

"No, I don't."

She reached across the front seat and put a hand on my thigh.
"It's because of you. I've always been this smart. But one of the
first things I learned is that you get more friends when you're
average. And boys don't like brainy girls. I didn't want to be
lonely. I chose avoiding that over grades."

"But..."

"But when we got together, none of that mattered anymore. You
love me for who I am. I don't care what anybody else thinks. I
don't have to worry about being alone, because I'll always have
you."

I didn't know what to say. "You will, Erin," I promised. The
moment hung in the air and I might have kissed her, but I was
driving. Getting in an accident on my first day with a new car
would not have looked good. "So, do you want to go out somewhere?
I can take you out to a movie. I'll even let you pick which."

She shook her head. "We should go somewhere more private than
that. We've got some work to do."

"Figuring out how to catch Winnie in the act?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what?"

"We have to try out the back seat, Andrew. You know, break it
in." She tilted her head coquettishly and fluttered her eyebrows.

It took a while to find a place out of the way enough during a
Saturday afternoon that would serve the purpose, but there was a
road through a wooded area that looked pretty deserted, and Erin
kept pressing me to try there, so I when I saw a long driveway up
to somebody's house, and pulled in to a spot there, not visible
either from the road or the house. It was still dangerous, but
somehow that made it more exciting too. If they came home, or
left, or had some kind of security camera, we'd be seen. I made a
mental note to look into getting tinted windows.

We scrambled over the headrest and into the backseat. Erin
managed better than I did, being as small as she was... I got my
foot trapped for a second. But soon we were in the back seat, and
shedding our clothes. The fear of getting caught made us act
quickly. We stopped to kiss only when my sister was down to her
bra and panties, and then only for a few seconds. By the time I
was able to get my pants off, which is not as easy to do in a car
as I'd thought, she was naked and laying with her legs spread,
one hand on her pussy, spreading open the lips for me.

Positioning myself was also more complicated than I would of
figured, but once I did, it was amazing. I hovered above her,
resting my hands on the seat on either side of her, and she
wrapped her legs around me and lifted her ass slightly off the
seat. She had her phone in one hand through most of it, ready to
film what must have been one of the shakiest porn films in
existence. I managed to pump with surprising force and we kissed
like... well, like we could get caught at any time and be forced
to live apart. The danger, the confinement, the urgency, and just
the sex itself all combined to make it one of our more memorable
experiences. With one last thrust I pushed all the way into her
and stayed until she had every last drop of my cum inside of her.

"That was really good," she said as she saved the file and sent
it to her e-mail address. "It's nice doing it somewhere new." I
had to agree. We'd pretty much done it everywhere in our house
except Mom's bed. I'd never say it was getting old, but a little
variety did wonders.

Still, I didn't think I'd made her cum, and felt guilty. It
happened from time to time, and despite her assurances that even
when she didn't cum she still enjoyed it, I always felt like it
meant I disappointed her. So I tried to make up for it with added
closeness after, even though we were still in as much of a
compromising position as before. I held her, told her I loved
her, and we stayed that was for a few minutes.

Music blared out, so suddenly I practically jumped. Erin giggled.
"It's just the phone."

It was mine, not hers, so I had to reach back over to the front
seat to find it. It was Mom, checking in on us. I assured her
everything was fine and that we'd be back soon, then we got
dressed, and I started to drive her home.

"So," I said, on the way, "I still don't quite get how we're
going to get Winnie with what you found. I mean, I doubt he's
going to come to her house to do it. And it's not like we have
cameras in school."

She looked over at me, one end of her mouth curled up in a smile.
"Andrew, don't you know by now? I always have a plan."

**** Chapter 14:

It wasn't long before I was fulfilling my small part in Erin's
plan. The fact that I didn't have to do much didn't make me feel
better... in fact it made me more worried. I guess being a
blackmailer had made me more nervous in situations where I didn't
have control.

I sat in my room, peeking at Jenny's. Erin was over there, with
Jenny, looking over what Erin brought with her.

I wasn't the only one who'd already spent some of the money I
earned blackmailing Jenny's dad. That day I'd given her a ride,
she showed me a sample of what she'd purchased online, through
the mail. A variety of spy cameras, some already embedded in
innocuous objects like teddy bears, others not installed at all.
She also had receivers that would let her pull the signal from a
safe distance. I was astounded. Erin just shrugged. "You'd be
surprised what you can get off the internet," she said simply.

She only brought a few of them to Jenny's place, and claimed that
the Blackmailer had mailed them to her, because it was easier for
her to get to the mail. Then I explained the purpose through a
message window. "I've learned that Winnie is sleeping with your
teacher Mr. Powers for grades. We will blackmail her first by
blackmailing him. That means I will need one of you to offer to
sleep with Mr. Powers, in exchange for a higher grade, and get it
on camera when he accepts." I wasn't sure what we'd do if he
refused. Erin assured me he wouldn't. She'd often seen Mr. Powers
looking at girls' legs in class, but always just thought he was
perverted like all guys, not like a molester.

"Which one?" Jenny asked.

"I don't really care. Both of you familiarize yourself with the
equipment. One of you will seduce him, the other can make sure it
all gets recorded and delivered properly. Work out who does what
between the two of you."

"It has to be you that does him," Erin said. "He'd never believe
that I need higher grades."

"Oh, right." Jenny seemed only a little disappointed.

"I'm sorry," Erin said. "But you always said you thought he was
kind of cute."

She shuffled a little on her knees. "That's true, he is."

"So, now you'll get to fuck him."

"I guess." She sighed. "Okay, I'll do it." In a small voice, she
added, "It's about all I'm good for anyway."

I felt sorry for Jenny and wanted to say something to comfort
her, but no words would come to mind, and then Erin said, "I've
already been trying some of these out at home. They're kind of
cool. Look, I think we can poke this one through your backpack.
Then, if he takes you home to fuck him, just make sure the
backpack is pointing at the bed." She went on like that, and I
was afraid Jenny would get suspicious over how much Erin had
already planned, but she didn't seem to think anything was up.

After a while, Erin seemed to be squirming. "Hey, do you think
you could bring your dog up and we can give our Blackmailer a
show?"

It was quite a show, one for the archives. Although it started
with Lucky licking Erin, she soon got Jenny to show her how Lucky
fucks her. After the dog had mounted her from behind, Erin got on
her knees, naked, in front of her, and thrust her pussy in
Jenny's face. "Can you help me cum too? I'll help you after if
you need it."

I shot my load into a pair of my sister's panties as I watched
her best friend, getting humped fiercely by a dog, burying her
face in her little mound. I felt a little guilty for fapping to
that, but I liked it much more than watching my sister getting
mounted by the beast. With a smile, I realized later that Erin
had already set up the cameras to record the scene from multiple
angles.

My role in the plan was mostly over that afternoon, except for,
later that night, with Erin mostly taking the lead again,
prepping Jenny for her role. We advised her what to say and how
to say it, when to approach him, and what to do if something went
wrong. But I mostly just watched and offered advice here and
there. Erin knew the school and the teacher better than I could.
I never had Mr. Powers and hadn't been inside the school since I
graduated to High School. For the next few days I worried about
how it was going to go. I had to rely on my sister and Jenny to
pull off the plan.

So I was nervous, expecting the worst, that Jenny was going to
screw things up, get us caught. Erin seemed to like my discomfort
and paranoia, because she refused to give me any progress reports
beyond "We're working on it. Trust me."

Finally, one day she put my USB key in my hand and said, with a
somber expression, "I really think you need to see this, Andrew."

I wasn't buying it. She was trying to fool me into thinking it
was bad news. But I could play along too. I took the key, plugged
it in, and played the video playing on it. Erin stood behind me,
hand on my shoulder.

I saw a shot of a classroom. It was oddly familiar, I thought I
might have had some classes there, but it had changed over the
last couple years. Class was in session, and Mr. Powers was
teaching. He was a young looking guy, maybe thirty years old,
with dark hair, and he wore glasses. I could see how he might
look handsome to some girls. "I planted the camera on one of the
shelves," Erin explained. "Jenny's up front." I saw the back of
her head. She was wearing her cheer uniform. A dark-haired girl
elsewhere in the class also wore one.

Jenny was talking to the person beside her, and laughed. Mr.
Powers whirled around. "Jenny, I warned you already. Detention,
after school." He pointed to the girl she was talking with. "This
is your last warning, June, or you'll join her."

"But Mr. Powers," Jenny whined. "I can't after school. I have the
game."

"You should have thought of that..."

"Please Mr. Powers... Can I do it tomorrow? Or at lunch?"

He sighed. "Very well, you can come at lunch."

He turned back to the blackboard, and then there was a slow fade
out and it faded in again. Now the class was empty, except for
Jenny and her teacher. He had a thermos of coffee and a bagged
sandwich on his desk. I couldn't see what Jenny was eating, but
she was done with it. She put the container in her bag,
positioned in the empty seat beside her.

"Mr. Powers," Jenny asked in a sweet voice. "Can I ask you
something?"

"What is it, Jenny?"

"I have a confession to make. I got detention on purpose so I
could talk to you without anybody knowing. My parents told me I
need to get my grades up if I want to go to cheer camp this year.
Do you think you could help me?"

He sounded bored. "I can't really assign you any extra credit
work, Jenny, it would be unfair to the other students."

"Are you sure?"

Mr. Powers looked up, and was quiet for a long time. Jenny was
leaning back, and her legs were spread wide, unladylike. "She's
not wearing any panties," Erin whispered in my ear. I could
imagine the scene, Jenny's cute little pussy bared in front of
him.

He seemed to shake for a moment, though. "What are you doing?" he
asked.

"I'm trying to get you to give me higher marks. Like you do with
Winnie."

Mr. Powers stood up suddenly and tugged at his collar. He looked
like he was about to run. "I don't know what she told you, but
sometimes girls will say things that aren't true to seem
cooler..."

"She didn't tell me," Jenny said. "I was over at her place and
she left her e-mail open and... well, I looked. I saw her talking
to you. Please? I want better grades too, and I can do just as
well as her." She got up.

The scene shifted to a different camera. It must have been in
Jenny's backpack, much closer to the action. "I'll show you."
Jenny bent down at her teacher's pants and pulled at his zipper.
I could see his aroused but half-panicked expression as he
frantically checked to see if anybody was visible through the
small window to the hallway, but she didn't stop him. She pulled
his penis out and put it in her mouth, looking up at him.

He let it continue for about thirty seconds, before he groaned,
and pulled her away. "For God's sakes, not here," he said. He
zipped up. "Stand up."

"So is that worth an A?"

"No, but we'll talk about what you can do. But it can't be
here... if anybody caught us, you'd get in big trouble, and I
don't want that. You'll have to come to my place. If you wait for
me at 4:30 behind the dumpster near the parking lot, I'll take
you to my place."

"I can't today," she said. "The game."

"Right. Make it tomorrow, then."

The screen started to fade out. "Did you get that today?" I asked
Erin. "That's pretty good for a start." She smiled and pointed at
the screen.

It faded in on a camera, moving in a bobbing motion. The camera
followed behind Mr. Powers through the halls of an average
looking house. It wasn't what I'd have expected a teacher's house
to look like. There were framed posters of some old rock band on
the walls, and tables cluttered with bills. "I've never been
inside a teacher's house before," Jenny said from off camera.

"Well, we're just like anybody else. We've got our favorite
music, our favorite television shows, our friends. And we have
our needs too."

"Uh-huh," Jenny said, seemingly unconcerned.

"Where's this from?" I asked.

Erin rested her chin on my shoulder. "She's wearing a headband.
There's a camera in it. Thought of it the night before."

"Why didn't you tell me yesterday how far you'd gotten?"

"I wanted to surprise you, and show you I could do it by myself."

The tour led into the teacher's bedroom. I watched as Jenny put
her backpack down, adjusted it so the camera faced outwards, and
then suddenly the viewpoint shifted to the backpack camera
itself. Jenny was dressed in a blue blouse over a blue skirt.
"Why don't you take your clothes off," Mr. Powers said. "And then
we'll discuss what you're willing to do for higher grades."

"Okay," Jenny said. She pulled off her shirt, then the skirt,
which actually had built in shorts, and then her socks. So she
was naked except for her headband, and she posed, hands on her
hips. "Come on, this is worth an A on its own, isn't it?"

Mr. Powers smiled. "You're a very lovely young woman, Jenny, but
the grades you get depend on what you're willing to do, and how
much you're willing to do it."

"What do you mean?"

"The way it works, sex earns you a grade on one assignment. Now,
you're a C student mostly, so I can give you a B or an A. B is
for blowjob, and A is for anything I want." He seemed more
confident now that he was in an environment he controlled, with a
girl already naked in front of him. "So what do you want on your
next assignment."

"Oh," she said, and seemed to think for a moment, then said. "I
came here for an A. I can do anything."

"Then I think we'll start with a blowjob," he said. He took off
his shirt, and then dropped his pants. Jenny got down on her
knees. The view shifted back and forth from the backpack, which
caught the action from the side, and the headband cam, which
caught Jenny's POV and the teacher's face as he closed his eyes
enjoying the feel of her mouth. I remembered my own experience
with it.

Erin pulled my chair back so she had room to kneel down in front
of me, and after releasing my own hard shaft, began performing
the same act, taking the head of my dick in her mouth and slowly
going up and down. Mr. Powers was a lot more forceful though, and
pretty soon held onto her head and started fucking her mouth,
doing most of the work himself. "Every time you talked in class I
thought about doing this to you," he said. "I always suspected
you were a little slut." Then, "You're not a virgin, are you?"
The camera waved from side to side as Jenny answered with a no.
"Then get on the bed, and you can earn your A." Mr. Powers pulled
out a condom and rolled it on. I guess he didn't want to take
chances.

Erin, who must have been listening, let my dick flop out of her
mouth and then stood. She was wearing a dress, and she lifted it
to show me her little pussy, still no hair and still cute as the
first day I'd seen it. She hadn't been wearing any underwear
either, and turned around to present herself from the rear.

As I entered her, on the screen, Jenny lay almost face down on
the bed. I didn't know where the view was coming from, it seemed
different, better quality than the others. Mr. Powers pounded her
pussy against the bed as she grunted and moaned. I thrust into
Erin again and again while I watched. Mr. Powers looked like he
was being a lot less gentle than I usually was, and I suppose
this time I strove to match. Erin didn't seem to mind though.

Suddenly, Mr. Powers slowed to a crawl, and then pulled out
entirely. "Stay there," he said. "Just like that." I'd also
slowed, but stayed with my hard cock inside my sister.

The teacher came back a moment later, and had a bottle of
something in his hand. He squirted something that looked a little
like shampoo in his free hand, and then began to rub it around
the inside of Jenny's ass crack. "What are you doing?" she asked,
surprised.

"Shhh," he said. "Just relax. It's for an A." I was stunned as he
began to saw his condom-covered dick up and down her butt cheeks,
gathering some of the lubrication, and then spread them with his
hands.

I was so surprised I barely noticed that Erin had slid forward
and let me slip out of her. With one hand, she reached back and
pushed my dick towards her own ass. "You can do me there too,"
she whispered as, on the screen, Mr. Powers pressed his dick up
to her rectum. "If you want."

I'd heard about anal sex, that it was the ultimate in tightness,
the best kind of sex, at least according to a bunch of anonymous
guys I knew on the Internet. But I always found it a little
unsettling, because of what usually comes out of that hole. Mr.
Powers didn't seem to mind, and I thought maybe I should give it
a try.

Then Jenny screamed. "Ow, it hurts."

"Only for a little while. Then you'll get used to it. Just
relax."

"Ow..."

But he was inside, and her yells had dissolved into groans. The
teacher began pumping slowly... he seemed to be enjoying it. But
Jenny looked like she was just tolerating it.

I didn't want to do that to Erin. Talk about anal sex all you
want, but the ultimate in sex for me was fucking my sister's
pussy and her loving every minute of it. I was still painfully
erect and almost ready to burst, but I aimed my dick down again
and slammed into her snatch with renewed force.

Erin moaned, and in a short time, I felt her squeezing tightly on
my shaft as she moaned in pleasure. I closed my eyes, to try and
keep going until she was finished, but then I couldn't hold in
any longer and released myself a moment later, spewing all my cum
inside of her.

When I looked again at the screen, Mr. Powers had pulled out of
Jenny, and was putting his pants back on. "You should probably
take a shower, and then I'll drop you off somewhere near your
house." He patted her bottom. "Don't worry, you definitely get an
A."

Erin looked back at me over my shoulder. "What would you give
me?" she asked.

"Babe, you always earn A pluses," I said.

It was only a few minutes later, after the video had ended, I was
reminded of a question that I'd put aside. "Erin... how many
cameras did you have in there?"

"Just the two," she said.

"But..."

She smiled. "One of them wasn't ours."

It took me a second. "You mean he..."

She nodded. "Jenny managed to get the spy program into his
computer when he wasn't looking. He's got his own private
collection. Him with Jenny, him with Winnie, and a couple other
girls too. Even a teacher." She flashed a devilish smile. "We got
them both. They're ours."

**** Chapter 15:

The teacher, whose videos were located in a folder named "Diane",
was familiar to me. It was Miss Macey. Erin told me she and Mr.
Powers were rumored to be dating. I remembered her from when I
went to the school, she was a young dark-haired beauty with a
constantly cheery disposition and a sweet voice, and I was in
love with her for about a year, like most of the boys that went
through her music class. It was a shock to see her naked and
getting fucked hard, while screaming for more.

The other girls weren't in Erin's class. She recognized one as a
girl a grade ahead, another I recognized as a girl in my school.
I didn't know her very well. The third neither of us could
identify. The directory was named Amanda, but that was no help
either.

Erin suggested we might want to blackmail some of these girls,
but I tensed up, and reminded her of the rules we set. We didn't
know them, so we couldn't really say they deserved it. And though
I might have loved to get Miss Macey, even Erin had to admit
she'd never had a bad word to say about anybody, and so it would
be wrong to try.

We debated over what to do with Mr. Powers. He didn't seem to
have much money, but Erin insisted that he needed to be punished
for taking advantage of girls, and for not being gentle with
Jenny. "She's my friend, and she's ours," she said simply.
"Nobody treats her like shit but us."

In addition to deleting all his recordings (after we saved them),
we decided to make him agree to deliver us ten thousand dollars
in cash by the end of the school year. We thought that would be
enough time for him to save up the money, and liked the idea of
him living poor just to save up enough.

"That'll be $20,000 we've made doing this now," Erin pointed out.
"We could really make a living off this. It could be like a
business."

I laughed uncertainly. "What, like Blackmailers Incorporated?"

She grinned. "Sure. Send Jenny out to trawl for pervs, and when
they take the bait, we make them pay. I'm sure we'd have no
shortage of customers."

It was fun to discuss, even imagine, but I didn't want her to
take it seriously. "Yeah, but we don't want to risk hurting
Jenny, either. If we go looking for trouble, we could find more
than we bargained for."

It took a second, but she nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Too bad
though. Blackmailers Incorporated had a nice ring to it."

The money wasn't the only condition we put on Mr. Powers, of
course. We also made him promise a few other things. There would
be no more private sessions with students, or the videos would be
released immediately. He'd break up with Miss Macey, giving
whatever reason he wanted. I guess it was sentimental of me, but
I didn't want Miss Macey dating a pervert like that. Better she
be broken-hearted for a while and find some nice guy.

Finally, Winnie and Jenny and any other girl he had an
arrangement with would all get A's, without any expectation of
sexual favors, the rest of the year. This was my idea too. I
pushed it, and Erin and I even had a small fight over it. She was
outraged that I wanted to let them get by without any work. But I
felt sorry for what we did to Jenny, and for what we were about
to do to Winnie, and I wanted to make it up to them in some small
way. At first, Erin said no, even stomped her foot on the ground
when I wouldn't give in, until I pointed out that it didn't
really mean anything. It was only for one grade and in a few
classes, and by the time high school rolled around nobody would
care what their marks there were... but it would make them feel
better. "And we can use that."

Her anger drained away slowly, then she smiled. "Okay. Let them
have their A."

Now that we had videos of Winnie fucking her teacher for grades,
blackmailing her was easy. We simply contacted her as the
Blackmailer, told her we had the videos, and if she didn't do
what we wanted and keep her mouth shut, we'd spread them to
everybody she knew. Erin pointed out how disappointed her family
would be if it got out what she'd been doing to earn her scores,
and that seemed to turn the tide. I was a little worried that,
since she could talk to her family in Chinese without us
understanding, that they might be able to run some kind of sting
operation, but that never seemed to cross her mind. She cried a
little, at first, but because Erin let me take over at that
point, I tried to be nice. I told her that I'd only make her do
things that I thought would make her feel good, and that she
would have a lot of fun. I said that we promised she'd get an A
without having to do Mr. Powers again seemed to seal the deal...
she was masturbating before us that night, face down on her bed
with her scrawny little ass towards the camera, humping into her
fingers, and displaying herself for us. We had her stick a
sharpie up her butt while she did it, expecting that she'd be
used to anal play, and it wasn't long before she came.

After that, we got her to pose for us in a variety of positions.
Winnie's body wasn't very developed, she still looked much like a
little girl. Her chest was flat, with two faded brown nipples,
that got hard very quick when she rubbed the flesh. Her ass was
also pretty flat and not very shapely, and although her pussy was
bare, the mound had a slightly dark tint to it, and her inner
labia poked out more than either Erin's or Jenny's.

Erin later backed up the promise that following the Blackmailer's
orders would be fun, when Jenny invited Winnie over. I watched on
camera. Erin was there, waiting on the bed... she had a headband
on, the same one Jenny had used with Mr. Powers. It would record
what she saw, although I'd only see that later, when we were
together.

When Winnie came in and saw Erin, she sneered. "What's she doing
here?" Apparently there was still no love lost between them.

"We needed to talk to you," Jenny said softly. "There's something
you should know."

"What?"

"We know you're being blackmailed by some anonymous person from
the Internet," Erin said casually. "We just want you to know
you're not alone in this."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Winnie said
defensively. "And even if I was being blackmailed, I'd die before
I let the little brain save me."

"Who said anything about saving you?" Erin said. "I just said
you're not alone."

"He's been blackmailing us, too," Jenny supplied.

"Oh," Winnie said, and shut up for a moment. "So what, are we
going to do something about it?"

"There's nothing we can do," Jenny said. "We don't know who he
is, and if we tried something, he'd ruin us. He's probably
watching us now."

"And he told us about you." Erin smiled smugly. "We know what
you've been doing. But don't worry, it's not really so bad. It's
actually kind of fun most of the time. Isn't it, Jenny?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I decided to send a message then. "I'm glad you think so, because
we're going to have more fun today. All of you should get naked,
please."

Erin pointed out the message, Jenny read it aloud, and then the
two of them got naked like it was second nature to them. Winnie
took a little longer, gawking openly at it, but then she shrugged
and took off her shirt, then her training bra, and finally tights
and the blue thong she wore. I instructed them to sit on their
bed and masturbate for a little while, all facing towards the
camera.

It was quite a sight, those three girls all on the edge of
Jenny's bed, rubbing each other in their own styles. Winnie did
it with her pinkie and index finger extended straight, and her
middle two fingers probing her hole. Jenny rubbed around her clit
with a furious passion, while Erin massaged the flesh around her
slit, kneading it in and out and giving me a good view of it. I
let them go at it for a while before I said, "I think it's time
for Winnie to learn to eat some pussy. Who wants to be eaten
first?"

When Winnie heard this demand, she said, "Wait, I'm not gay."

"Neither am I," Jenny and Erin said both at once, and then
giggled at the coincidence. "But it's an order," Erin said.

"And it still feels nice, even if you're not gay."

"Why do I have to do it? Why can't they go first?"

"We've already done it," Erin told her.

Winnie must have put the pieces together, then. "Wait... How long
have you been blackmailed?"

"Months."

"So..." Her face contorted in anger. "This must all be your
fault. You got me into this." She said it at both of them, but
gave Erin the dirtiest look.

"It's my fault," Jenny said, lowering her head. "I was the one
who helped him blackmail you. I had to, or he'd have ruined me."
After a moment, she added, "And I did it to you, too, Erin."

"It's okay," Erin said. "I figured it out a while ago. But I like
the things he's made us do."

"I can't believe you'd do this to me," Winnie cried. "We're
friends."

"You did it to yourself," Erin said. "We heard what you were
doing. If there was nothing to blackmail you with, you would have
been okay. Well, you're one of us now, so get used to it. You can
lick my pussy, or you can lick Jenny's, unless you want the whole
school to know about you. Who's it going to be?"

They stared each other down, but finally Winnie said, "Fine,
Jenny's, I guess."

Jenny smiled, and leaned back on the bed, legs spread and bent at
the knee. "You remember that dirty movie we watched at my
sleepover? You do it just like that." I guess that was before I
was blackmailing her. Winnie went to her task grudgingly, and
closed her eyes like she was about to eat something unpleasant,
but soon lowered her face to Jenny's mound. I couldn't see the
action close up, but Erin moved around regularly, always making
sure she had a good view, and that later we'd have clear, vivid
shots of Winnie's outstretched tongue running over her slit.

Once she was well into it, Erin stood behind Winnie and started
rubbing her pussy, inserting a few fingers inside. "Wow, you're
pretty wet," she said. "Maybe you are a lesbian."

Winnie came up for air long enough to say, "Shut up."

"You shut up," Erin said. "Your mouth's busy right now. You don't
get to talk until you've made Jenny cum."

That came a few minutes later, and by that point Winnie was
squirming on Erin's fingers. Immediately after Jenny had her
climax, Erin pulled out and went to sit on the bed. I think
Winnie was still unsatisfied, and that Erin planned it that way.

"That was good," I sent. "For your first time. I have to deal
with some business, but I'll be back in a few minutes to decide
what else you'll do." Really I just needed to go washroom.
Nature's call waits for no man.

It didn't take long. When I came back, they were talking. I
picked up the headphones I was listening on and put them to my
ear. "Really? He made you fuck your dog? That is so gross." A
half-second later, she asked, "Do you think he's going to make
me?"

"Probably," Erin said cheerfully. "He really likes that."

"Is there anybody else involved?"

Jenny answered. "I think he might have other girls he doesn't
talk about, maybe in other cities." I wondered where that came
from. I certainly didn't remember saying it. "But all I know
about is us three, and Erin's brother Andrew."

"Your brother?"

"He'll probably let you fuck him, too."

"He's really good," Jenny said. I felt a warm rush of pride.

"He is," Erin agreed.

Winnie laughed. "How would you know?" When she saw neither Erin
nor Jenny joined her laughing, and realized Erin was serious, her
mouth fell open. "He makes you fuck your own brother?"

Erin shrugged. "He doesn't make me. Okay, he did, but only at
first. Now I like to. Like I said, he's really good."

"You like to?" Winnie was astonished. "But he's your brother."

"And we love each other. So we fuck. What's the problem?"

"He's your brother," Winnie repeated, turning to face my sister.
"It's wrong. Not just wrong, that's... that's sick. I mean, it's
bad enough that he makes you, but if you want it? You're some
kind of sick freak. That's something only a big slut would do.
That's really, really, disturbing."

While Winnie made her little diatribe of judgment, I felt guilty,
because I felt her words were on some level were true. Erin,
though, just stared. I thought at first she was going to burst
into tears, but it wasn't sadness welling up inside her, it was
fury. When she reacted, it wasn't with a sob, but with a slap
across Winnie's face that was audible even over the microphone
across the room.

"I am so done trying to be nice to you."

**** Chapter 16:

Winnie's hand went to her cheek, which was a little reddened with
the force of my sister's slap. "What the hell?"

Erin grabbed her by the chin and squeezed her face as she went on
a tirade. "Shut up. You think you've got the right to criticize
my love life? Call me a slut, when I've only fucked one guy? You
like throwing that word around, don't you. You know why? Cause
you wish you were a slut. You don't have sex for fun, you have
sex to get stuff. All you are is a little whore. While I was
fucking the man I love, you were fucking older men so they'd buy
you things. You were fucking your teacher for a better grade, and
you have the nerve to start a rumor that I was fucking teachers
to get my grades?" Winnie's eyes widened at the accusation.
"Yeah, I know that was you that started it. I guess you felt so
bad you were a whore you used it as an insult."

"Don't you dare talk to me like that," Winnie said.

"I can do whatever I want, whore. When he started blackmailing
me, he made me do what Jenny wanted me to do. And now that you're
the newest, if I have a request, he'll make it an order. Right?"

She looked at the camera. I was a bit worried about where she'd
go from there, but I couldn't let her down now. "That's right. I
promised her." Jenny read it off.

"Good. Now Jenny, go get your dog. Better now than later."

Jenny hurried out of the room, not even bothering to dress. Maybe
the tension was too much for her... I know it was almost too much
for me. I hadn't often seen Erin get this dark, but it was a
little frightening... and more than a little arousing.

"Please," Winnie begged. "I'm sorry for what I said."

Erin spoke sweetly, and started stroking Winnie's long, straight
black hair. "Don't worry, Winifred. I'm not going to hurt you.
I'm going to help you." Suddenly, she grabbed a lock and pulled
hard, forcing Winnie's head to tilt to the side to avoid even
more pain. "I'm going to turn you from a lying little whore into
an honest slut. And if you learn quickly and don't fight, I won't
even tell Jenny you were fucking her dad. Now get on the floor."
Then she spoke a few more words, but not in English... in
Chinese. Winnie's surprise at hearing the language was matched
only by my own. I later learned that said "I'm going to teach you
your place." At least that's what Erin told me she said. I had to
take her word on it, since I don't speak a word of Chinese. After
those words, Erin pushed her away, and Winnie, looking subdued,
crawled off the bed.

By the time Jenny came back, leading her dog by the leash in one
hand and holding a towel in the other. Erin also got on the
floor, pet Lucky around the neck and said, "Hi, boy. You're going
to have some fun tonight. New pussy. But for now, roll over."
When Lucky was on his back, she rubbed his sheath until an
erection formed, then waved Winnie over. "Come here. Jenny, watch
the cam and see if he gives any orders." Jenny blocked the shot
for a second, and then, with a little wobble, the camera centered
more closely on the dog.

Winnie approached slowly, and made a disgusted face at the
obscene, veined thing standing up towards her. "Oh, that's so
disgusting, I think I'm going to be sick."

"No you're not. You're going to put it in your mouth."

"I don't want to."

"I didn't ask what you wanted, whore."

I typed in a message, and Jenny read it out. "He says, 'Winnie,
listen to Erin. It won't be so bad.' It's not, I've done it
before. Just close your eyes and pretend it's a guy."

Winnie shook her head a few times, then finally, hesitantly, she
opened her mouth and put it on. Erin held her head on it for
about ten seconds, forcing her to go down on it. She must have
got a good, close-up view on her hairband cam of Winnie's sweet
Asian face sucking on a dog dick. "That's just a taste. But first
he's going to fuck you. Think of it like an initiation. Get on
your hands and knees like a good bitch."

"Don't forget the towel," Jenny said. "I don't want cum on the
floor."

Erin left the dog and laid down the towel, and then waited
patiently until Winnie got down in the position, and grabbed
Lucky's collar. She led him towards her ass.

Lucky took some licks, which made Winnie shudder and gasp, but
Erin pulled back the leash. "No, you don't need to lick, boy. She
hasn't earned that yet. Just get right on top of her." She had to
help him, by lifting his forepaws to her back, before he got the
hint and began stabbing his erect prick into the space between
her legs.

Erin reached down, grabbed the cock, and deftly pushed it
directly into Winnie's hole. After that, the humping began in
earnest. I watched for a while before I decided to start jacking
off, but slowly because I didn't know what Erin might do next.

Winnie didn't look much like she was enjoying it, she seemed to
wince and groan with every thrust, but she'd done that in the
videos I'd seen with Mr. Powers, and a little while she pleasured
herself, so I was only a little worried that she was in pain.

After walking a few circles around the scene, getting it from
every angle, Erin went to Jenny's desk and grabbed something off
of it. It looked like a pen. Then, she went right in front of
Winnie's face, faced away and bent over. "Now lick me like you
licked Jenny. Go on." When the order wasn't obeyed right away,
Erin shoved her ass towards Winnie's face. With the dog humping
her, she had no room to back up, so Winnie's nose was nestled in
my sister's ass and mouth was probably on her pussy. "Lick,
whore."

After a few seconds, Erin said, "Yeah, that's it. You know my
brother fucked me just this morning. And you've got your tongue
in there while being fucked by a dog. Who's sick now, huh? You
like it, don't you, bitch?" I couldn't make sense of whatever
Winnie replied, my sister's pussy was in her face.

It stayed that way until after I'd cum, and shortly after that,
Lucky yelped and tried to pull off. Erin turned, patted his head
and scratched behind his ears. "Good boy!" Finally, the knot in
Winnie's pussy must have gone down, for the dog was able to slip
away in disinterest. "There, did you like that?" Erin asked
Winnie.

Winnie shook her head defiantly. She was still on her hands and
knees.

"I don't believe you." She bent over and scooped up some of the
dog's cum pooled up on the towel underneath Winnie, and brought
it to the other girl's lips. "Open your mouth." When she didn't
comply right away, Erin rubbed the sperm on her lips until
suddenly, they parted. "Suck. You better get used to that taste,
because that's the last time Lucky's going to fuck you, until you
beg me to let him. If you don't, you'll just be sucking his dick,
and swallowing it all. If any spills, you'll be licking it off
the floor. Understand?" Winnie nodded.

"I hope so. Now just to remind you, I'm going to leave you
something." Erin uncapped the pen and made a few marks on
Winnie's back, above the ass, where it would be visible if she
was wearing a belly shirt. "Stand up."

Now that her back faced the cam, I could read what was written
there wrote while Erin wrote the same thing on her belly. It said
"Dog Slut". "There, I'll write this one backwards so you can read
it in the mirror when you get home." Winnie took it, passively,
like she had no fight left in her. "Don't worry, it's not
permanent marker, this time. It'll wash out."

Erin stood and asked Winnie to turn around. "Good," she said as
she admired her handiwork while Winnie spun slowly. She then took
a deep breath, and then smiled, as though some dark part of her
had been purged. "Ask him if he wants anything else. I'm happy
for now."

I thought that was quite enough. Maybe too much. I told them they
were free to do whatever they wanted.

When my sister came home almost an hour later, she couldn't meet
my eye right away. "What happened, Erin?" I asked. "That wasn't
exactly the plan." We had only intended to introduce the idea of
Lucky fucking her one day, but have today be a lesbian threesome,
to make sure Winnie enjoyed what we were forcing her to do. The
humiliation wasn't something I counted on.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just she got me so mad. She had no right
to say you and I were wrong. I needed to teach her a lesson."

I didn't know what to say. "I'm just worried we might have gone
too far," I said. "If we scared her too much..." I left the
thought unsaid.

The thought haunted me. I was almost sure that Winnie was
considering whether to bear Erin's humiliation, or to risk her
own reputation. So, later that night, in an effort to do some
damage control. I made a point to apologize to Winnie, as the
Blackmailer. "I didn't think Erin was going to be so hard on
you," I said. "When I promised her I had no idea what she had in
mind."

I was about to tell her that I'd get Erin to let up on her, when
she surprised me. "It's okay," she said. "Hey, if I help you
blackmail somebody else, that means I get to make them MY slave
afterwards, right?"

Then again, maybe I was wrong, and Winnie had taken it better
than I thought.

**** Chapter 17:

Winnie broke not long after that. I think she really broke that
first day, but some shred of pride made her hold out a little
longer before visibly giving in. The next time the three girls
got together, Erin made her suck Lucky's dick and, true to her
word, lick off the spill on the floor. There was more writing on
her body, too, price tags for her pussy and ass, and mouth, as my
sister declared she was "still thinking like a whore" and so she
should look the part.

The next time, Winnie begged for Lucky to fuck her, and Erin
still wouldn't let her, deciding it wasn't sincere enough to
qualify as real begging. Instead, she made her suck Lucky off
again, although this time there was no writing or floor-licking,
since she was at least making an effort. Real begging, Erin
decided, would happen the next day, at Winnie's house, where
Winnie invited Erin over. There, she filmed a video where she
happily talked about wanting to get fucked by a dog again, and
another of loving pussy. She told me they had to do nearly a
half-dozen takes before she sounded authentic enough. Erin wasn't
on camera for either of those videos. Then, after Winnie ate my
sister out to another orgasm, without complaint, Erin relented.
"Okay. Next time, if you ask nicely like a slut, I'll let Lucky
fuck your pussy instead of your mouth."

She asked nicely, like a slut, while kissing Erin's pussy not
long after that. She knew how to behave. She was willing to go
through it, because I think she came to enjoy it, and also
because there was light at the end of her tunnel... the prospect
of being able to do it to somebody else. Still, I didn't let
Winnie recruit anybody right away, because I still wanted to keep
to our rule, to only blackmail people who'd wronged us, and Erin
and I were pretty busy just managing Jenny and Winnie.

I fucked Winnie a few weeks later, but only after she watched me
fucking my sister without a judgmental word. Erin was firm on
that requirement, and warned that looking disgusted might get her
demoted back to whore. Winnie wasn't the best fuck... she didn't
move much on her own, and her wincing on my thrusts didn't turn
me on, but I still came, all over her belly.

We went on with our little games until late March. Winnie had
pitched yet another girl she wanted to join us, another little
blonde, named Amber, who Erin said had always made fun of her
hair and boyish clothes all year. Erin sweetly asked if we could
make her pay, and I couldn't resist her, so we started the
process. Winnie rigged up her laptop with the program, and we
began watching her, and Erin and I began brainstorming scenarios
to make Winnie lure her into something embarrassing on cam.

Before we could put those plans into action, though, things took
a big change for the worse, and once again, Jenny was at the
center of it. It was an ordinary day, a Saturday. I was working
on some refinements to my little flash game, Robot Repair, which
was, surprisingly, actually earning me a little real money. Not
much, just about $20 a month in advertising, but it was enough to
encourage me to make some updates and add a few maps. Erin was on
my bed, reading while I worked.

I saved my latest draft of my program, and then checked a few of
the other windows I had open. One of them was Jenny's webcam. She
was there, sitting on her bed, knees up and arms folded over
them. She seemed to be crying. One hand clutched a tissue.

"Erin, come look at this."

She got up and looked at the screen. "It's probably nothing. I
bet her Mom just told her she couldn't buy a new top this week."

I was a little more worried. So I opened a chat window and asked,
"What's wrong?"

Jenny looked up, wiped herself with the tissue, and slowly made
her way to the computer. Her eyes were puffy and red. She didn't
bother to type, knowing I was watching. "My parents. They're
really, really fighting."

Erin and I exchanged a look of surprise. "Oh," I typed. "I'm so
sorry."

"It's not your fault," she said. "It's mine."

We watched in silence together as Jenny tried not to cry, and
then she typed something into the window. "Can I ask you a
question? Do you know how many Tylenol you have to take to kill
yourself?"

"Oh shit," I said aloud.

"Tell her to come here," Erin suggested. Mom was out.

I nodded. "Jenny, can you get out of the house?"

"I think so, why?"

"I want you to go over to Erin's place, right now. I'm telling
her you really need somebody to talk to."

"Okay," she said, and, like she was some kind of robot, started
wiping her tears, and then changed into another outfit.

A few minutes later, she showed up at our door. She wasn't crying
anymore, but she looked numb, with no expression on her face at
all. Erin led her up to her room. I was tempted to watch in my
position as the Blackmailer, but I'd come to like Jenny, and I
wanted to comfort her in person.

"He told us something was wrong," Erin said, with an arm around
Jenny's shoulder. "But he didn't say what. It's okay, you can
tell us."

"My parents are screaming at each other. I think they're going to
get a divorce." she said.

"I'm sorry," Erin said, and hugged her. "Maybe it's not as bad as
you think. Lots of parents fight."

"No, this is really, really bad. And it's my fault."

"I'm sure that's not true," I offered.

"It is. Mom found out about Dad."

"About what?"

"Him doing stuff. To Claire. Sex stuff. Like he did to me."

Erin's head shot straight up as though she'd just been smacked.
"Wow," I said. "Look, if your dad did anything like that, that
doesn't mean it's your fault."

"It's because I was such a slut. I turned him on too much. He
told me it was my fault he was so horny, and he took me down into
the laundry room. And how I cost him ten million dollars or
something."

A cold chill crept up my spine. I let Jenny bury her face in my
chest and looked at Erin, but she was staring straight ahead.
"But... Claire?"

"I didn't like it. So I tried to go to the park whenever Mom
wasn't home and he would be. And one day I came home and heard
Claire with him in the laundry room. I thought okay, if she
enjoyed it, she can take care of him." She stifled a sob. "But it
was my fault, I got him so horny in the first place."

Erin stood up, and walked out the door. I wanted to follow her,
but Jenny was here, now, and her need seemed more pressing. "This
isn't your fault," I said. It was mine, but I couldn't admit
that. "Nothing is. It's his fault. He had no right to do anything
to you, or your sister. He's your dad. And you're not a slut."

She looked up at me, tears in her eyes, as though she'd never
considered that as a possibility before. "I'm not?"

"No. You were made to do things. And even if you weren't, nothing
justifies him making you do something. He should be in jail." I
still had the video of him, and thought about releasing it... but
then that would hurt Jenny's life, maybe more. I wish I knew what
to do.

"I don't want him in jail," she said. I didn't know if she had a
choice, now that her mom knew. I held her for a few moments, when
suddenly her phone rang. She answered it, putting her voice back
in an appearance of normality. "Hello? Yes. I'm at Erin's place.
Right now? But..." She sighed. "Okay." She hung up. "That was my
Mom. She wants me to come home."

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I don't know. But thank you. You're so sweet." The compliment
was like a kick to the gut. Knowing how I was responsible for
most of her problems made me feel like shit when she complimented
me.

"You're not going to... do anything, are you?" I asked. "He said
you were hinting at suicide."

"I..." she hesitated. "I don't think I'd get away with it," she
said and gave me a weak smile. "I'd probably just go to hell
anyway after all I've done. I'm sorry for getting Erin and you
involved in all of this."

With that, she got up, kissed me on the cheek, and left.

Erin still hadn't come back, so I went to find her, but she
didn't seem to be home. When I called her phone, she didn't
answer. So I went and walked around the neighborhood, looking for
her. It was cloudy and threatening rain, and I was starting to
get worried.

I found her in an old playground, one we played in long ago. She
was the only one in the park, probably due to the rain, and she
sat on a swing set. I called her name and rushed towards her.
"What happened?" I asked. "You just ran off."

"It's my fault, Andrew," she said. "I made a mistake."

"We made a mistake," I corrected.

"No, me. I thought I had it all figured out. I was so sure."

"Erin... you couldn't have known," I told her.

"Yes, I could have. I should have. I didn't mean to hurt her."

"I know." I put my arm around her. "I think we're going to have
to release her," I said. "Stop blackmailing her."

She thought about it for a while. Finally, she said, "Okay. I
think so too. We've done enough. It's too easy to make another
mistake with her." I was relieved, and let out a deep breath.
"I'll do better next time," she added. "With the others. I'll be
more careful. I won't make any more mistakes. I'll make sure they
love it."

"We could let them all go," I said. We could give up blackmailing
entirely. Just be a normal couple... at least, as normal as a
couple who are a brother and sister could be. A part of me really
wanted that. A part of me would miss it terribly.

"No. I really think I can do better with them. I promise. No more
mistakes. We'll be really, really careful."

I wished I was strong enough to tell her "No." Instead, I just
suggested that we think about it. She agreed.

That night, Jenny's mom left the house and took both the kids
with her. They went to a hotel, but I soon learned, from Erin,
that they were moving to Ohio, to be with her mom's side of the
family. I don't know why he didn't go to jail. Erin thinks it was
because Stan was the breadwinner and made a lot of money, and if
he was out of jail, he'd be able to pay alimony. Or maybe their
Mom just thought a trial would put the kids through too much. We
later learned that she got the divorce, uncontested, with sole
custody of Jenny and Claire, no visitation.

She was gone within a week, and it all seemed to happen even more
quickly than that. Erin and I formally released her from the
blackmailing the first day she got her computer back. I honestly
don't know how she took it. She didn't seem to show any emotion
at it one way or the other. I was scared we'd broken her,
permanently. She seemed happier when Erin and I, personally,
wished her goodbye, on her last day, and gave us both hugs.
Winnie was there too, and even she cried. She also hugged Lucky,
and said, "I'm going to miss you, too, boy." We had one last
round of goodbyes, as everyone in Jenny's family, except her dad
who was conspicuously absent, piled into the car, towards their
new lives. I hoped they were good ones.

When we started our blackmailing, we said we'd only do it to
people who deserved it, but I had to accept that Jenny hadn't
deserved it, not really. Maybe nobody did... if anybody were the
bad guys, it was us. We couldn't stop. I guess we really were
monsters.

That didn't mean we couldn't be less monsters. For Jenny's sake,
and Erin's, and my own, I resolved once again to at least try.

**** Epilogue:

I wish I could say we gave up the blackmailing entirely, but the
power was just too addictive, and now that Jenny was gone, Winnie
began insisting to the Blackmailer that it was time to recruit
Amber. We held out for a couple weeks, but then we came up with a
plan to get Amber. It wasn't a clever plan, it relied on the old
standard of Truth or Dare. Once Winnie convinced her to simulate
oral sex on her (she wouldn't do it for real, but to the camera's
eye it looked real enough), and confess some of her darkest
secrets, it was easy.

We did get gentler about it, though. Erin agreed when I told her
we needed to be less monsters... she was still shaken by what
happened to Jenny. So our games had less of an edge to them.
Winnie and Erin had lost much of their earlier antagonism, and
Winnie seemed to enjoy getting together for threesomes now, so
there was no need to humiliate her. She's never even gave us a
dirty look when I fucked Erin, and enthusiastically did her part
to bring Amber into the fold. Erin and I agreed not to expand any
more than that, and as the Blackmailer we put the brakes on when
Winnie tried to push Amber too hard. At first she was
disappointed after the harsh treatment she endured under Erin,
but once we made one of the Blackmailer's rules that Amber had to
eat her out, on demand, whether the Blackmailer was watching or
not, Winnie seemed mostly satisfied.

Eventually I was feeling a little better about our status,
everybody, even Amber, seemed to be having fun, and it felt more
like a fun game again than like a terrible, dark part of myself
that filled me with shame. Even my relationship with my sister
was as good as it had ever been, we loved each other deeply,
spent a lot of our time together, and had no secrets from each
other.

Or so I thought.

One day, as summer approached, we were all eating a family
dinner. I was thinking about how we were going to pick up Mr.
Powers blackmail payment, which was coming due. "Are you ready
for your finals?" Mom asked. The question was directed to me. We
all knew Erin would have no trouble. I probably wouldn't either,
but I at least needed to study heavily.

"I think so," I said. "I can't wait till it's all over, though...
then, finally, summer." My first summer with a car. Erin and I
had plans.

"Summer won't last forever," Mom reminded me. "And next year's
going to be a real challenge. We need to talk about that."

"It's not going to be that much different," I said. "It's not
like I'm going into my senior year or anything." That was still
another year away.

"Yes, but I mean, with Erin and everything."

I looked up from my plate. "What do you mean?"

Erin was smiling a little uneasily. Mom caught the look, and put
down the fork. "You didn't tell him yet?"

"Tell me what?"

"I was waiting for the right moment," Erin said.

"Tell me what?" I repeated.

"You've known for months. When you asked me to let you tell him,
I didn't think you'd take this long."

"Tell me what?" I said for the third time, raising my voice.

Mom shot Erin another look, then sighed and looked over to me.
"You know how Erin's been doing really, really well in school
this year, right?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm proud of her."

"We've been talking with some of her teachers, and they feel the
gifted program at her middle school isn't enough for her."

Erin had a fixed grin on her face, seeming a little scared. "So?"
I said. "Just tell me."

"We've decided to advance her. We were thinking of sending her to
high school with you."

I was stunned. "High school?"

"She'll still be one year behind you," Mom said. "But I am going
to be counting on you to look out for her, and watch out for her,
and make sure she doesn't get into any trouble, and that she
doesn't get harassed by anybody. Do you think you can handle
that? Because if not, we can try to get her into a private
school. That's what I wanted, but Erin really wanted to go to a
normal school."

I looked to my sister. She was mouthing, "Please, please,
please," to me.

At the time, I only thought that it was something Erin wanted,
and I couldn't refuse her. So, I said, "Oh, okay. I think I can
handle that." It was only later I began to worry about the
potential drawbacks to sharing a school... ones I hadn't even
considered at the time. My sister always seemed to be pretty keen
on rubbing our relationship in people's faces, and that was fine
when most of the people we both knew we blackmailed, but what
about when we were eating lunch together? Would she sit too close
to me, and make people wonder? Would she tell people I was her
boyfriend? I knew she was smarter than that, but there were times
Erin's desire to have people accept us made her forget her
smarts.

Still, I pushed the worries down. I was probably overreacting.
Nobody would accept us acting like we were anywhere nearly as
close as we really were. She knew better than to make an issue
out of something impossible. She had to. And there was a whole
summer before I even had to worry about it.

But as Mom had just reminded me, summer wouldn't last forever.

The End (for now)

****

The preceeding story was fantasy and I do not recommend or
endorse any of the acts described within. Quite the opposite,
really.

Coming, eventually:

My Private Camwhore III: Project Girlfriend and My Private
Camwhore IV: School Scandal

Erin's been jumped ahead a few years, and is now in the same high
school as her brother, Andrew.  Will he be able to protect her
from all the cliques, pettiness, and temptations of high school?
And maybe more importantly, when the school issues every student
a webcam equipped laptop, will he be able to protect them from
her? And there's still a few names on Erin's private revenge list
that need to be taken care of...

****

This story is free to share and distribute so long as no money is
charged.

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