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My Sister Jennifer (mf-teens, blkmail, nc)
By Anonymous Author (c) 1994
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My name is Tommy. I am 15 years old. I live at home with my
parents and older sister Jennifer. I get along well with my
parents but not so well with my sister. She's 18 years old and a
freshman at a two-year college that is close to our home. She had
plans to go away to an out of state university next year and that
would've suited me just fine.
She walks around with that superior older sister attitude and
rarely speaks to me except in harsh, demeaning tones. She recently
found my hidden playboys and showed them to my parents who yelled
and punished me. Once again she had gotten me in trouble and she
loved it. When my parents finally went to their room she walked by
and snickered, "what's wrong? You can't whack off anymore? Aren't
you the only male virgin in high school? Got any hot dates this
weekend?"
Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she knew it. She knew I had been
unsuccessful all year long in trying to a date. She walked
upstairs giggling and I sat at the kitchen table growing more and
more depressed.
I had average looks I thought. I stood about 5' 7" and weighed
about145. My build wasn't impressive or anything but it was
average. I had recently begun to work out in our garage though, in
an attempt to attract females. I had a great personality except
when I was around girls, then I just couldn't speak more than a
few words. I grew more depressed, "average and shy," I thought to
myself.
Two of my sister's friends rang the doorbell and I let them in and
told them where she was and they hurried upstairs to see her. My
cock stiffened as I watched them. The smell of their perfume and
their lovely figures got to me. My cock ached for something
besides my right hand but there was nothing I could do.
Jennifer and her friends came downstairs and went out the back
door, all three of them giggling. I guess Jennifer had let them in
on the "Playboys joke." They got in Jennifer's car and sped off to
a sorority party. Jennifer had it all I thought to myself, a great
social life, a nice car, and a good job.
She had a rich boyfriend named Dan who treated me like shit too.
She worked at a men's clothing store at the mall and earned wages
plus commissions. With her great looks, she easily sold clothes to
most middle-aged men who walked in the store. "It's not fair," I
thought to myself.
I went outside to try shake off the blues and think of something
else. I saw my dad's video recorder in the back seat of his car. I
got it out and examined it. It was one of those new small and
lightweight kinds that you can hold in just one hand. I had used
it a couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends by
the pool laying out to get a tan.
Anyway I got on my bike and rode around filming my neighborhood. I
passed by Jennifer's college and came closer to her sorority
house. I got off my bike and hide behind the tall hedges and
watched. I heard loud music and saw a group of girls outside
drinking beer and laughing. I saw Jennifer and she had a beer in
her hand as well.
"Roll film," I thought to myself. Now I could get some revenge for
what she had done to me. When I show this tape to mom and dad
they'll yell for hours about the evils of teenage alcohol and
maybe even takeaway her car keys. I zoomed in for an even closer
angle as she turned up the beer can guzzled it down like a sailor.
I filmed for about ten more minutes and then I saw here head for
her car with yet another beer in her hand. She cranked the car,
cranked the music and took off by herself, moving her head to the
beat of the music. "Drinking and driving," I thought to myself,
"Even better!" I filmed until she drove out of sight.
I headed for home. I couldn't wait to show this tape to my parents
and get Jennifer the Queen in trouble. As I rounded the dry lake,
near my house, I heard music and saw Jennifer in distance speeding
this way.
I quickly hid behind some shrubbery and filmed. Boy was she
flying. This was a residential suburb and she must have been doing
between 60 or 70 mph. I filmed and giggled, "Man was she gonna be
in trouble!"
Then I heard another noise, a small child ran into the street
chasing a puppy. I watched in horror as my half drunk sister
slammed on brakes a little too late and hit both the puppy and the
kid. My sister, realizing what she'd done, panicked and sped away.
She turned a corner and was gone from sight.
Meanwhile the kid on the ground was crying and holding his leg.
Then a man ran out to where he was and knelt over him. I
recognized him, Mr. Henderson, a lawyer who lived across from the
dry lake.
I realized that the kid was Jason Henderson, his son. Soon an
ambulance arrived and took Jason away. I went home, unseen by
anyone.
After entering my house I went straight to my room and laid on the
bed. All the incredible events were swirling in brain and I began
to put everything into perspective. My sister, the bitch, had
commented a felony. A hit and run, under the influence of alcohol,
and I had the whole thing on tape. I could send her to prison for
a long time.
It'd serve her right I thought. I watched the tape and made
multiple copies of the tape and then went to bed.
The next day the news of the hit and run was all over town. It
seems that nobody saw the accident except for Jason, who was in
the hospital. All he could remember was that the car was black.
That was it; he couldn't describe the car or the driver. The
police were investigating but it didn't look good unless some new
evidence came up. When I got home from school, I saw that Jennifer
had washed and waxed her car and it was spotless. The rubber front
bumper that hit Jason was spotless as well.
"So she's covering up the evidence," I thought to myself, "Well
little does she know." I went to my room and yelled for Jennifer
to please come. She walked in looking kind of depressed and asked
what I wanted. I shut the door and turned on the VCR and played
the tape. Immediately after the car wreck, Jennifer turned off the
VCR and demanded to know where I got that tape.
I told the whole story and also of how I had several other copies
hidden. I told her that she could have that one. She sat silent
with a blank stare on her face. I was beaming now. "I'm about to
go to the mall," I said, "So would please clean up my room for me
and since you're such a smart college girl, do my homework for me
too please."
I handed her my homework list and pointed at my textbooks. "Oh by
the way" I said, "Can you loan me about 25 dollars to take to the
mall?"
She reached in her pocket and handed me a twenty and a ten.
"That'll do," I said and left. Then I heard her yell, "If you
think I'm going to be your damn maid and give you my money all the
time you're crazy!"
I giggled and walked out of the house, got on my bike and went to
the mall. I walked around the mall giggling at my
accomplishments. I knew she'd search everywhere for the other
tapes but she'd never find them. All were well hidden in several
different places.
I stopped when I saw Sally Benson walking nearby. Feeling very
confident I walked up to her and started talking. She was cute and
seemed to respond to me well. So I asked to go see a movie with
me. To my delight she said ok.
We headed for the mall theater and I bought two tickets to see a
horror movie. Halfway through the movie she snuggled close to me
and I was holding her hand. I slid my hand over and brushed her
tits. They weren't that large but they were there and I'd never
touched any real ones before. I felt this warm rush go over me. I
grabbed the closest one and squeezed it for about one second.
That's as long as it took Sally to slap me and walk out of the
theater. "Damn damn damn!" I thought. I finished the movie and
went home. When I got to my room it was immaculate. Everything was
neat and put away. On my desk I found my homework all completed.
This was nice. I tip toed to Jennifer's room to thank her. I
entered her room and shut the door.
The moonlight light the room well enough to see. Her room was neat
and in order as usual as was her life, usually. She lay on her
bed, sound asleep. I stared at her for a while. She was so
gorgeous. Her breast were so perfect, big, round, and firm. I'd
always noticed her breasts. I'd always noticed any girl's breasts,
but hers were outstanding.
I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on arm, which was
exposed from the sheets. Her skin was so soft, so lovely. I eased
the sheets back. I felt that same warm rush go through me and my
cock began to wake up. I circled her breast with my finger and
became very excited. I leaned forward and kissed on the check and
then square on the lips. I let my tongue run over her soft, full
lips.
As I enjoyed the taste of her lips, she stirred and opened her
eyes. She saw me and immediately became alert.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" She said.
I told her that I wanted to thank her for cleaning for room and
doing my homework. I spilled my guts about what had happened with
Sally at the mall. She giggled at my misfortune. "Shut-up" I said,
"All I wanted was to feel some tits." I looked down at her chest
again and stared longingly.
"Get out of here," she said.
I keep staring at those mounds covered up by her silk nightgown. I
reached out to touch them but she caught my hand. I gave her a
dirty look and said, "Remember Jennifer!" She gave me a frustrated
sigh and released her grip. I put one hand on each tit and rubbed.
Oh the ecstasy of those tits. I climbed in the bed and straddled
her. I yanked on her nightie ripping it as I firmly pulled it
down.
There they were, two luscious, juicy, firm tits. They looked as
good or better as any I'd seen in playboy. I look at her. She gave
me a pleading look to stop. I squeezed and rubbed and squeezed
those tits for a long time. I put my mouth on them and sucked and
worked her nipples with my tongue. My cock was throbbing.
"Please Tommy stop," she pleaded.
I reached over and got some hand lotion from her nightstand and
removed the cap. I told her to remove all her clothes now! She
hesitated and did it. I pulled of my shirt and shorts and briefs.
I put some lotion on my hand and put the bottle back. Then I
rubbed her pussy with the lotion and worked one finger inside her.
"No, stop, please," she said.
"Shut up or the whole town will find out the truth." I made her
get on the floor and I sat on the edge facing her. "Now if you
don't do a good job you'll be sorry, now suck it hard." I
commanded.
She took my dick in her mouth bobbed her head up and down.
"With enthusiasm!" I said.
She worked it with her tongue and jacked it with one hand and
rubbed my balls with the other hand. Oh it felt so good. When I
was about to come I made her stop and told her to get back in the
bed. I got on top of her, spread her legs and put my dick against
her pussy lips.
"No Tommy please don't, Dan is the only who's ever fucked me. It's
so important to him," she said.
"Dan is an jerk," I laughed and pushed my dick in. Thanks to the
lotion and her saliva, my dick slid right in her and I began to
pump her fast. I closed my eyes and squeezed and squeezed those
tits and pumped her pussy faster and faster. I don't know if she
enjoyed it or not (I was very inexperienced) but she gave
incompletely. She realized that she now belonged to me. I
continued squeezing and pumping. I came with my best orgasm ever
inside her.
"I can see that we are going to getting along better," I said as I
got up and walked back to my room. "Good night sister."
THE END