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DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING IF:
You're too young, too sensitive (this story gets sorta 
"extreme"), or too drunk! :P
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--28th of July 2001--

Forcing the Sibling Sluts 
(f/f, m/f, bi, blackmail, incest, mast, Mdom, teen)
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SYNOPSIS:
Jessica and Sarah are two best friends who did 
something really bad and covered it up. A mysterious 
stranger has definitive evidence of the teenagers' 
crime and decides to blackmail them. But he doesn't 
want to have sex with them. No, he wants them to do 
something much worse...

LEGALEASE:
The following story is a work of fiction. Names, 
characters, places, and incidents either are the 
product of the author's imagination or are used 
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, 
living or dead, events, or locales is entirely 
coincidental.

And now, if you want, read the story!

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Forcing the Sibling Sluts
by Galadriel678@hotmail.com
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Chapter One: The Beginning!
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Jessica was feeling good for the first time in over a 
month. As she sat in her bedroom drying her hair, her 
mind drifted briefly-- but only briefly!-- to the 
events which had transpired a month before. Slowly she 
stood, watching her young sixteen-year-old body stand 
in the mirror across from her, and smiled.

I think I deserve a good orgasm! she thought. I could 
certainly use one...!

She sat down naked at her computer and fired it up, 
absentmindedly playing with her left breast as she 
did. She loved the pre-sex-story excitement she always 
got but hadn't experienced in over a month.

After logging onto the internet she made her way to 
the newsgroups, and alt.sex.stories.moderated. Before 
long she found something that looked good. It was 
about a teenaged girl and her first time lesbian 
experience (those were her favorite!). She quickly 
downloaded it and was about to print it out when there 
came a knocking at her door.

"Just a sec!" she squeaked guiltily.

Quickly, she flipped off the monitor and grabbed her 
robe. After pulling it on she took a deep breath (her 
heart was racing!) and opened the door.

"What do you want?" she asked her brother.

"Can I come in?" he asked. He looked pale, Jessica 
noted.

Concerned, she gestured for him to enter, then closed 
the door. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Nick sighed heavily, and handed his younger sister an 
unlabeled video tape. "Here," he said.

"What's this?" Jessica asked.

She noticed he was rubbing his hands together 
nervously. He didn't look her in the eye. "I got that 
in today's mail, and just watched it. I think you'd 
better have a look."

Curious, and increasingly nervous, Jessica placed the 
tape into her VCR and hit play. A second later the 
screen flipped to life.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked.

On the TV set was a black-and-white image of two 
people having sex in what appeared to be a motel room. 
The image was a little fuzzy, but Jessica instantly 
knew who the girl with her knees pulled up to her 
chest was: her best friend, Sarah Belviak.

"Th-that's not me," she said, heart sinking. She knew 
it didn't matter. She felt her brother place his hand 
on her slender shoulder as if to steady her.

"There's more."

Jessica knew without watching what else would be on 
the tape. The guy fucking her best friend was 
unmistakably Joseph Sinhalder, an overweight man in 
his early forties who, up until recently, had 
frequented the restaurant Sarah worked at.

On the screen the two "lovers" jumped, startled by 
something. A moment later a lithe figure came into 
view wearing a black ski-mask and pointing a large 
black revolver. The figure was definitely that of a 
young woman...

Jessica stumbled into her brother and nearly feinted. 
He caught her and helped walk her to the bed.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod," she repeated, over and 
over, hyperventalating. She was in a state of shock, 
her mind spinning. She felt like she was going to 
throw up.

Nick turned the TV off and sat down with his sister.

"You want to tell me what happened?" he asked.

Suddenly poor Jessica broke into deep, pitiful sobs as 
she related the whole affair to her older brother. She 
told him about her and Sarah's debt, about how this 
strange guy at Sarah's work had offered $1000 to sleep 
with her. She went on to explain their plan to rob him 
of the large amounts of cash he always had on hand, 
but how something had gone wrong and the gun had gone 
off...

"Shh, shh," Nick cooed. He was shaking his head in a 
mixture of brotherly sympathy and disdain at what his 
little sister had done. "It'll be okay, Jess, calm 
down..."

"Do the cops have it yet?!?" she blurted, eyes full of 
tears.

"Shh! You don't want dad to wake up, do you!"

Jessica clinched her bleary eyes shut, and shook her 
head. Her heart was pounding. She suddenly realized 
that her robe had parted slightly, revealing her b-cup 
breasts. She clinched it shut in one trembling hand. 
She was hardly embarrassed. After all, she had bigger 
things to worry about now...

"Listen," Nick continued, "this is what's going on. 
That videotape came with a letter from some guy 
calling himself Mr. X. He wants you and I to meet him 
Friday night at his hotel room in the city."

Pulling herself together as best she could, Jessica 
sat up. "Y-you think we should go?"

"I don't think we have a choice!" Nick snapped 
heatedly. He seemed at his wits' end. "You want him to 
send the cops that!?"

Jessica began sobbing again. Her brother never yelled 
at her.

He sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "Look, Jess. I 
don't want to see you go to jail. But this guy wants 
to blackmail you..."

She looked up into her brother's eyes. "I--I..." she 
began. She shook her head, all the guilt and pain of 
the past month coming back to her in one full rush. 
Stifling another outburst of sobs she continued, "I 
just don't want to go to prison, Nick!"

He nodded. "I don't want you to either. But there's a 
pretty big price to pay and you're not going to like 
it anymore than I do." He paused, collecting his 
thoughts. "But it's up to you."

"Wh--what's the... what does he want?" she asked 
through bleary eyes.

Nick sighed again, and stood. From his back-pocket he 
pulled a folded piece of paper. "This explains it all. 
I gotta... I just gotta go. We'll talk tomorrow."

He handed the note to her and left.

Slowly, Jessica unfolded the note and read it. A 
moment later she was crumpled up on her bed, sobbing 
piteously into her pillow.

***

"I just can't believe this!"

Across town Sarah and her older brother Steven had 
just finished a similar conversation. He was hugging 
her tightly after explaining the whole situation to 
her.

"It's okay, shh!" he said consolingly. "We'll figure 
something out, okay?"

"What's to figure out!" she moaned. "This pervert is 
gonna send me to prison unless I... oh GOD!"

Steve let his younger sister cry for another couple 
minutes. He was choking back tears, too, but tried to 
remain strong. Eventually she pulled away and stared 
straight into his eyes.

"It wasn't my fault," she explained, regaining her 
composure as best she could. "Jessica, she had the 
gun! It wasn't supposed to be loaded but she fucked up 
and, and it went off..."

"I know," Steve nodded. "But I think you're still an 
accomplice, and..."

"Of course I'm a fucking accomplice!" she snapped. 
"We're both going to go to jail!"

Steve leaned back. Looking away, he said quietly, 
"Unless..."

Breathing deeply, Sarah nodded. She began to say 
something, then stopped. Her eyes welled with tears, a 
rare thing for the usually composed girl. Finally she 
whispered, "Unless we do what this... pervert wants."

Steve nodded.

"Will you... help me?" she asked.

He gulped. "I... gee, sis, I just don't think..."

"I know, I know," she agreed quickly. She slid next to 
him and rested her head on his shoulder. Softly she 
continued, "But Steve, you don't want me to go to 
jail... right?"

He was silent.

"Right?" she asked again.

"Sis, I... maybe it'd be best if you just, you know, 
turned yourself in..."

Suddenly her lower lip began to tremble. To her 
brother it seemed that her composure was breaking down 
again.

In actuality it was more like panic. Suddenly she was 
worried that her brother would refuse to help. 

"Steve, I-- please! Please? I just... I can't go to 
jail!" she began to sob into his chest.

He put his thick arm around his crying sister, and 
appeared to make his decision. "Okay, sis, I'll help, 
okay? You're not going to jail, we'll get through 
this..."

She continued "crying" in his arms. Eventually, she 
thanked him and he left her room.

Laying back on the bed, real tears came to her eyes 
again as she thought about the whole thing. Then, very 
briefly, she smiled to herself and at how easy it'd 
been to convince her brother.

The smile faded, though, as she realized what she was 
going to have to do.

**

The next day Jessica's phone rang just as she was 
getting ready to call Sarah. After a brief discussion, 
where they learned of their mutual problem, they 
decided to meet each behind a local movie theatre.

"I can't believe this shit," Sarah complained after 
Jessica got in her car. "I just can't believe this. 
How could this 'Mr. X' have gotten a video?! Did *you* 
see a camera?"

"Of course not," Jessica said softly.

She was surprised and a little disturbed at how well 
her best friend was taking it. Sarah was pissed off, 
sure, but that wasn't unusual for the headstrong teen. 
Jessica had expected her to be at least as broken up 
as she was.

They discussed the whole situation for the next thirty 
minutes or so, Sarah leading the conversation the 
entire time. Jessica couldn't get over how well her 
friend was taking everything. She'd hardly slept while 
her friend appeared well rested. 

"What's wrong?" Sarah eventually asked, putting out 
her fifth cigarette in twenty minutes.

"I... you just seem to be taking it well, is all."

"How should I be taking it?" Sarah asked accusingly.

Jessica looked down at the car floor and shrugged her 
slender shoulders. "I dunno," she murmured. "It's 
just, I spent half the night throwing up..."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Look, I was upset at first 
too, alright? But there's no time for that now, unless 
you want to go to prison!"

"I just don't think I... can go through with it," 
Jessica muttered. "It's so *disgusting*!"

"I know," Sarah agreed. "But, it's like... it'll only 
be for a brief period, you know? All we have to do is 
endure one evening of this 'Mr. X's' perverted 
bullshit, then we're free!"

Jessica remained silent.

"Jess?" Sarah asked, moving closer to her friend. 
"You're worrying me. Say something!"

"You're right," Jessica finally replied. "Just one 
night... God, I can't believe this is happening!" She 
began to cry.

Sarah sighed and hugged her friend. She held her for 
nearly five minutes as the slightly younger girl 
sobbed into her chest, her body trembling.

Sarah then pulled away, and looked at her friend in 
the eye. "Jess... you love me, right?"

Jessica nodded, returning her friend's soulful stare. 

"I need you to be stronger than this," she whispered. 
"We can get through this, but only together..."

Jessica could feel her friend's warm breath on her 
trembling lips. She felt a familiar tingle rush 
through her body as she stared into her eyes. Somehow, 
she found strength in Sarah's arms, and said, "Okay... 
I'll be strong..."

Sarah brought her lips closer to her friends'. "I know 
you will..." she breathed.

Jessica tilted her head, her long hair falling to the 
side, and slowly parted her lips. As she brought her 
mouth closer to her best friend's she slowly slid her 
trembling arms behind her back, and held her gently.

Their lips met in an embrace they hadn't shared for 
six months. Jessica's heart leapt when she felt 
Sarah's tongue begin to slide into her mouth. She slid 
her left hand further up her friends back, to the nape 
of her neck, and gently gripped it there.

One of Sarah's hands had slid down to Jessica's firm 
young butt, and was gripping it through her jeans. 
She, too, felt a sexual rush of excitement coursing 
through her. Her other hand came around to the front 
of her friend and placed itself gently on her breast, 
gripping the apple-sized mound through her thin shirt 
and bra. She felt her friend moan into her mouth, and 
further plunged her long tongue between her teeth as 
their embrace heated up exponentially.

Jessica rocked forward into her friend's invasive 
hand, her whole body now ablaze with wanton lust.

It's been too long! she thought excitedly.

Sarah was pressing her backwards into the passenger 
side door, and Jessica allowed it, bringing her friend 
with her as the two teenagers continued their 
breathless kiss. She felt Sarah's hand slide around 
from her ass to her upper thigh and instinctively 
spread her legs.

Back when they had done this all the time Sarah had 
always been the dominate one. She continued that 
tradition now, pressing her bony hand between 
Jessica's thighs and gently cupping her private area 
through the Nautica jeans she was wearing. Jessica 
suddenly broke away from the kiss and let out a long, 
moan full breath of release and arched her back, 
pressing her crotch into her friend's hand even more.

Sarah grinned at her friend. "You haven't gotten any 
in a while, have you?"

Jessica shook her head, her chest heaving.

"Tell me you want it," Sarah whispered, bringing her 
lips to her friend's right ear, her long golden hair 
falling into her best friend's face.

"You know I want it," Jessica said in a quavering 
voice.

"Ask me!" Sarah insisted, tickling her friend lightly 
over where she knew the clit would be.

Jessica jumped and moaned simultaneously. She gasped, 
"I want it! Pleease...."

Sarah grinned, her wide thin lips forming into an 
almost sinister expression. She loved being in charge 
like this. Jessica had always been so easy to get 
worked up...

Suddenly Jess felt her friend pulling down her shorts. 
She lifted her butt to help, her arms still resting 
lazily around Sarah's back. When the pants came off-- 
underwear included-- she lowered her ass again to the 
cool leather interior of Sarah's Toyota Camrey.

Jessica felt her friend's fingers make contact with 
her pussy lips, which were already damp, and moaned at 
the touch. Sarah had returned to kissing her ear, then 
proceeded slowly down her thin neck, leaving goose 
bumps in her wake.

Finally Jessica felt the finger slide into her now 
well-moistened hole. She thrust her hips forward, 
groaning in arousal. Her whole body was squirming and 
writhing in sexual heat and she could feel herself 
getting close to orgasm as her friend slid her finger 
in and out of her, slowly, making a circular motion as 
she did. She knew she couldn't take much more and was 
alternatively gasping and shrieking in excitement.

Just as she was about to climax her friend abruptly 
stopped. She opened her eyes and stared pleadingly at 
Sarah, who was looking down at her with a lustful 
expression of dominance Jessica was well used to but 
had nearly forgotten.

Beads of sweat had formed on Sarah's thin oval face. 
"Take off you shirt," she ordered breathlessly.

Jessica jumped to obey. As she unbuttoned her blouse 
she noticed that Sarah, too, was undressing. She 
watched as the older girl pulled her tight black T-
shirt up over her head, revealing two firm c-cup 
breasts unrestrained by a bra. She threw the shirt 
into the back seat and, still sitting up, stared down 
at her vulnerable friend and said with a smile, 
"Better hurry up!"

Heart still racing, pussy still moistening and begging 
for attention, Jessica complied. She leaned up quickly 
and pulled the shirt off and unsnapped the white-lace 
bra. When she was done she dropped back down and put 
her arms out, inviting Sarah to come back to her.

It occurred to her then that she was laying completely 
naked, except for her socks, in a car, during the day, 
in a public parking lot. Her heart pounded faster at 
the realization. Fear and embarrassment coursed 
through her, but were vetoed by the uncontrollable 
sexual lust she had. She spread her legs invitingly 
and waited for Sarah to make her move.

She felt Sarah's lips come down quickly on her right 
breast, and gasped at the pleasant sensation. Her 
friend's golden-blonde hair was tickling her stomach 
and chest, which only added to her arousal. She also 
could feel her friend's heavy breasts pressing into 
her flat stomach, crushing into her as here breast was 
licked furiously.

Instinctively Jessica began to hump her pussy upwards 
into her friend's right thigh, which she was now 
between her legs. She ground it upwards, needing to 
climax, the sounds and smells and touches of her 
friend too much to take...

"Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod," Jessica sputtered. "Sarah... 
ohgod!"

Sarah slid her knee back, not wanting her friend to 
climax like that. She continued sucking on her 
friend's tit, bringing its small pink nipple between 
her teeth and nibbling on it.

Jessica could take no more. Suddenly she brought her 
right arm around and tried to thrust it under her leg 
toward her pussy-mound. She wasn't quick enough, 
though. Sarah grabbed her wrist and forced it backward 
as she continued to tease her friend.

"Sarah!!!" Jessica cried. 

"Hmm?" Sarah said, stopping her ministrations and 
looking up into her friend's woeful eyes.

"Please..." she begged her friend.

"Please what?" Sarah asked innocently. "What do you 
want me to do?"

"I... mmph," Jessica replied. Although she was nearly 
bestial in her desire she just couldn't bring herself 
to spell it out. She whimpered in frustration for a 
second, then turned her restrained hand around and 
grabbed Sarah's.

Nervously she brought it down between her legs, and 
placed it on her pussy. Sarah smiled, and breathed 
into her ear, "Oh, you want *that*?"

"Yes!" Jessica gasped, grinding her hips upward.

"Okay," Sarah said. She returned her fingers to her 
friend's now extremely damp pussy, and pressed their 
tits together. "But I want to kiss you while you cum!"

Their lips locked together again. Sarah was hard 
pressed to keep up a good rhythm between her friend's 
bucking legs, but managed to do so while sucking on 
her friend's tongue.

Jessica's arms were now wrapped tightly around Sarah's 
back, determined to keep their bodies together now. 
Her tongue frantically probed Sarah's wet and skillful 
mouth as she moaned into her, rubbing their tits 
together, relishing every sensation and feeling as her 
mind expanded into an orgasmically oblivious state.

Time passed, as it generally does, and finally Jessica 
collapsed in exhaustion. Sarah broke off the kiss but 
continued playing her fingers in and around her best 
friend's pussy. She asked, "Was that good?"

Jessica was smiling contently, her eyes closed as she 
enjoyed the aftermath of the most fulfilling orgasm 
she'd had in months. "Hmmm," was all she could say.

The two laid there together for about ten more minutes 
before finally dressing.

***

After two more days of skipped classes it was finally 
Friday night. Jessica and Sarah had spent all of their 
time together and, although Wednesday's events didn't 
transpire again, they felt closer than they had in a 
long time.

They drove to the Metro stop near their Maryland homes 
and took it into the District of Columbia. Their 
conversation died as they got closer to their stop. It 
was only a five minute walk to the hotel.

Their brothers were supposed to meet them in the 
lobby. As they stood in front of the hotel Jessica 
choked back her tears.

"Let's get this over with," Sarah said softly.

They entered the lobby together and found Steve and 
Nick pacing around the front. All four of the 
teenagers froze when they saw each other, a sense of 
awkwardness permeating the air.

Sarah was the first to speak. "It's on the 18th floor, 
right?"

Steve nodded gravely. The four walked to the elevator 
and got on. During the trip upwards none said a word, 
and only the sounds of Jessica's panicky breathing 
could be heard.

Soon they stood outside the door.

"Go ahead," Nick said to Sarah.

Slowly, she knocked. Nothing happened at first, but 
then they could hear a rustling inside. Finally, the 
door opened.

A large man in his late thirties stood their, a stern 
look on his face. He was dressed richly in an Armani 
suit and was built like a football player. He gestured 
for the four to come inside.

After entering the expensive suite Steve said, "Mr X, 
I presume?"

"Mr. X is waiting in the lobby," the large man 
entombed. "First, I search you. 

"Against the wall!"

The four looked awkwardly at each other, then leaned 
against the entryway wall in the customary "position" 
police so often use.

Jessica was searched first. The large man ran his 
meaty hands up and down her young body, between her 
legs, but was so professional and thorough that 
Jessica was only slightly embarrassed. He moved next 
to her brother, then to Steve and finally Sarah.

"Alright," he barked. The four turned around and saw 
as he took out a walkie-talkie and said into it, "All 
clear" then put it away.

He led them into the main room of the suite, which 
comprised a wet-bar, two sofas, a desk and a large 
leather chair. A large window with a breath-taking 
view of the capital occupied the eastern wall. 

The man gestured for the teens to take a seat on the 
sofas. Jessica and Sarah sat on one and, across from 
them, Nick and Steve sat.

A few minutes later the large man returned with a 
bottle of vodka and four glasses. He placed them on 
the coffee table between the sofas then said, "You may 
drink, but don't leave." With that he left the room.

Jessica was the first to pour a drink. She threw it 
back quickly and, with trembling hands, poured 
another. The rest followed suit, although Jessica was 
obviously drinking the most.

After ten minutes passed Sarah finally spoke. "What's 
taking so long, I wonder?" she asked.

Nick shrugged. "I have no idea. Maybe he wants us to 
have a few drinks first."

"I didn't expect a body guard," Jessica said quietly. 
"What did he think, we were going to try and hurt 
him?"

Nick and Steve looked at each other. "Do you blame 
him, sis?" Nick asked.

Jessica cringed at his words. She hadn't been able to 
look at him in days, and now was no exception. 
Nervously she poured another glass.

Steve started talking to Nick about football, finally, 
and the heavy air of tension was lifted somewhat. 
Jessica and Sarah sat close together and whispered 
about the ride there, the bums they'd seen and the 
smells of the station, anything to get their minds off 
what was coming.

They didn't even hear it when the door opened.

"Greetings," came a voice that could only be described 
as sleazy.

All four turned their heads simultaneously as a tall 
slender man entered. He seemed younger than Jessica 
had expected, probably in his mid-thirties, and better 
dressed. He was wearing a stylish pair of black slacks 
and a long-sleeved gray sweater rolled up to his 
elbows. His hair was dark and mid-length, slicked back 
behind his ears and he had a deep tan. He strode into 
the room confidently and without pretense. He took a 
seat in the large leather chair.

"So," he began. "I'm glad you all came. I would have 
hated to see such young and beautiful women go to 
prison for the rest of their lives." He grinned.

Unintimidated, Sarah spoke. "Look, sir, this is all a 
big mistake... Jess and I, we didn't mean to... well, 
you know."

"Murder?" he asked, raising one dark eyebrow. "Oh, I 
do know. The tape you both received had no sound, but 
my copy does. It records the whole conversation you 
had afterwards, from which I've deduced your original 
plan. You meant to rob poor old Joe, hmm?"

Jessica and Sarah nodded dumbly.

"Right," he continued. "Quite an unoriginal ploy, of 
course. Nevertheless, one ingeniously employed. Tell 
me, young Sarah, was it your idea?"

Sarah nodded.

"I thought so. My, but you two must have needed money 
bad to pull such a scheme. Or are you used to 
prostituting yourself?"

"Of course not!" Sarah snapped. "And if Jessica had 
showed up on time I wouldn't have had to--"

"Be quiet!" the man said sternly. He stood up and 
walked over in front of the two girls. Looking down on 
them he continued, "It doesn't matter. You're still a 
whore, among other things. And I, of course, have the 
proof." He turned away.

"We were just supposed to rob him!" Jessica suddenly 
cried. "It was an accident! It wasn't supposed to 
happen!" She began sobbing into her hands.

"Tsk," the man scolded. "I'm afraid that doesn't 
matter. At the very least you'd be charged with 
negligent homicide." He walked back to the chair and 
sat.

"You see," he continued, "I admire ingenuity in 
people... especially ones of the female persuasion. As 
I see it your plan failed because of an amateurish 
knowledge of a common firearm, and a poor choice in 
motel rooms.

"That room," he said, leaning towards them, "is one of 
*mine*. I run whores out of there all the time, and so 
of course keep a surveillance camera set up in case 
some asshole tries to hurt one of my prostitutes... 
without paying, that is. The chances of you getting 
that room were rather slight, I'm afraid, although I'm 
glad you did."

"Look... Mr. X?" Nick ventured. The man turned to him. 
"I've got money. Nearly three-thousand dollars I'd be 
willing to pay, if only you..." He trailed off under 
the man's hard stare.

"I considered that, of course," he said coldly. "I 
figured I could either blackmail your sister for cash, 
or perhaps force her to be one of my whores. Or I 
could have just fucked her. The thing is, I've got 
plenty of money and plenty of whores already, and I 
can get laid whenever I so wish it.

"What I want instead is a little... fantasy 
fulfillment."

"Oh God!" Jessica cried, knowing what was coming.

"Fuck," Steve said under his breath.

Nick and Sarah just stared at him nervously.

"In my many years in this business, I've done or 
seen... well, practically everything someone like me 
would want to do or see. What I haven't had the 
pleasure of experiencing, however, is the nasty little 
thrill of incest."

Jessica's sobs grew louder, but no one else made a 
sound.

"Of course, my sister is long dead, and even when she 
was alive... Well, let's just say she wasn't the best 
looking lass and leave it at that. The way I figure, 
the closest I'm going to come to experiencing that 
Taboo of all Taboos is by watching it.

"So here's the deal, as my letter briefly explained. 
I'm going to watch you four pair off, brothers and 
sisters, and enter into acts which you probably find 
incredibly disgusting. It's either that," he 
concluded, lowering his voice, "or I bring the tape to 
the police station."

No one said a word. No one looked at him.

"If anyone here refuses to participate, get up now and 
leave. And if even one of you fails to perform, and 
perform to my satisfaction, then the deal's off."

"When do we get the tape?" Sarah spoke up.

He grinned. "After we're done. There are only three in 
existence, the original and the two I sent you, of 
course."

"Those are destroyed," Nick said.

He nodded. "Then there's only one. Mine, the original. 
Before I send it to the police, of course, I'm going 
to have several copies of it made and sent to the 
major local news channels. You understand."

"Wh-what," Jessica said through chattering teeth. Her 
head was swimming slightly as the booze took its 
effect. "Whh-at do you want us..."

"Oh, that depends," Mr. X continued. "What I want to 
see is one of you get fucked and one of you perform 
felatio. I don't care who does what, however.

"So," he said, grinning, "any volunteers for the 
intercourse?"

The room was silent. "I thought so. That's okay, we'll 
decide the old fashioned way." He produced a penny 
from his slacks' pocket. "Heads or tails?"

"Wait!" Sarah blurted. Mr. X froze just before 
flipping the coin. She looked from him to Jessica to 
her brother then said, "She's a virgin... Steve and I 
will fuck for you."

He grinned. Turning to Jessica he said, "Excellent. 
That means you give your brother a blowjob!"

She couldn't look at him.

"Let me get this straight," Nick said angrily. "You 
don't do *anything*? You just watch?"

"I'll of course be masturbating," he said. "It's the 
watching I like. Frankly, and I mean no offense since 
I find your sister and her friend quite attractive, if 
I wanted to have sex I could get someone comparable to 
a beauty-queen here in five minutes.

"Anyway, it's decided then. And I must say, dear 
Sarah, how noble it is of you to come out in your 
virgin friend's defense like that. I should have liked 
to see her lose her cherry to her brother, but I'll 
honor my agreement to let you choose.

"Now, how about another round of drinks? Young 
Jessica, you'll find a bottle of moonshine behind the 
bar."

It took Jessica a long moment through the following 
silence before she realized he was talking to her. She 
stood up somewhat wobbly and headed for the bar.

"Wait," he demanded. She stopped. "I meant naked, of 
course."

She turned around slowly towards the four pairs of 
eyes. She began to tremble again. "Puh-please, I, I 
don't want to..."

"None of that," Mr. X snapped. "The shirt first, and 
be quick about it."

Slowly, her hands came up to the bottom of her shirt 
and began untucking it from her plaid mini-skirt. She 
stared woe-fully at Sarah, who was giving her a 
sympathetic look. 

Too far to turn back, she thought.

She pulled the shirt up over her head and cast her 
eyes to the floor.

Mr. X whistled. "Very nice," he said. Suddenly he 
growled, "NICK! Look at your sister, NOW!"

Nick had turned away, but instinctively looked back at 
his beautiful sixteen-year-old sister, standing there 
with her long brown hair hanging down her back, now 
bare above the waist except for her bra.

"That's better," Mr. X said. "Jessica, you may 
continue."

Nervously, and fully aware that her brother was now 
watching, Jessica began to unbuckle her belt. Her head 
was swimming from embarrassment and alcohol. The worst 
part, though, was how she had to fight to suppress 
that familiar tingle of excitement in her loins...

No, no! she thought. I'll not get turned on by this...

With the belt undone she slowly slid the skirt down to 
the floor and bent back up. She stepped out of the 
plaid skirt and kicked it away, nearly falling over.

"Look at us," Mr. X entombed.

She reached her arms around her back and fumbled with 
the catch of her bra as she brought her eyes up to the 
onlookers. She stared at Sarah, the only person here 
who'd seen her like this before, and tried to pretend 
she was stripping for her alone.

It didn't work. She kept noticing her brother, staring 
at her body. She was glad he didn't look at her face. 
Finally she slipped the bra off her slender shoulders 
and let it fall to the ground, her beautiful teenaged 
breasts springing to life like a hungry lion released 
from its cage.

"Very, *very* nice," Mr. X breathed. "Those tits look 
better in the open. You may leave the panties on, 
Jessica. Go get our drinks."

Relieved, Jessica spun around and strode quickly 
towards the bar, well aware that everyone was watching 
her firm young ass sway as she moved. Try as she might 
not to think about it, she knew she looked sexy to the 
four onlookers.

She found the bottle of illegal booze and came back 
from behind the bar, striding quickly to her seat next 
to Sarah. She placed the bottle on the table and 
crossed her arms over her chest. 

Mr. X smiled. "You modesty is very arousing, young 
Jessica," he said. "Most of the women I see are so 
fully resigned to their position as complete sluts 
they lack that certain... reluctant quality that can 
be so damned sexy. She's got quite a body, wouldn't 
you agree, Nick?"

"Yeah," Nick muttered uncomfortably.

"In another couple years you'll really blossom into a 
beautiful woman, Jessica. Now, why don't you pour us 
some drinks?"

Blushing, Jessica leaned forward and grabbed the 
bottle. She opened it and poured first herself a 
glass, then Sarah. Realizing she couldn't reach, she 
stood up awkwardly with one arm still hiding her 
breasts and went over to her brother. She didn't look 
at him as she poured his glass. After finishing with 
Steve's she proceeded to pour Mr. X's, then went back 
to her seat.

They sat and sipped at their extremely strong drinks 
for several minutes. Jessica squirmed uncomfortably 
under her blackmailer's hard leer. Finally he asked, 
"Tell me, Jessica, what did you two need money for so 
bad that you were willing to go to such extreme 
lengths?"

"That's none of your business," snapped Sarah.

"True, true," Mr. X laughed. "I respect your boldness, 
young Sarah. Very well. It will remain your secret. 
But I grow tired of this pre-game show, and would like 
to move on to the main event. I want you all to slam 
back the rest of your drinks."

The nervous teenagers quickly complied, although they 
were unused to such a strong liquor. They all cringed 
as it burned down their throats.

"Good," Mr. X said. "Now, Jessica, since you're 
practically naked anyway we'll start with you. I want 
you to take off your panties and begin playing with 
yourself. Do it now."

"God!" Jessica sobbed as she hooked her fingers under 
the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. 
Next she spread her legs and began to simulate 
masturbation for her tormentor.

"No, no," he said sternly. "Spread your legs wider. I 
want everyone to see that nice little pussy of yours, 
and I want you to enjoy yourself. Understand?"

She nodded submissively and spread her legs as wide as 
she good. This was almost too much to bare. Slowly she 
began to rub up and down the length of her dry pussy 
with two trembling fingers, her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes, Jessica," Mr. X ordered. "I want you 
to look at your brother."

She complied as tears of shame burned down her cheeks. 
She was beginning to feel drunk as the moonshine 
kicked in, making it easier for her to lose herself in 
the moment. She stared across the coffee table at her 
older brother, who seemed transfixed on her jiggling 
mounds and neatly trimmed vagina.

He *has* to look, she consoled herself.

"Now, Sarah, while your friend entertains her brother 
with that, I want you to strip as well. And I expect a 
better show from you, since I get the distinct 
impression your modesty isn't quite up to par with 
your young friend. Understand?"

Defiantly, Sarah stood. Staring at her large ox of a 
brother, she turned slowly around and shook her ass 
suggestively as she pulled her shirt up over her head. 
When it was completely off she tossed it nonchalantly 
to the side and turned back to Mr. X.

She smiled then, knowing what he wanted and determined 
to get it over with. Again, a state of early 
drunkenness helped her in this. She turned around once 
more, her ass in Mr. X's direction as she looked at 
her brother and gave him a wink. As sexily as she 
could she peeled her tight Capri pants down her 
shapely legs and to the surprise of her audience 
revealed that she'd not been wearing panties.

Only her bra was left. She tossed her long blonde hair 
to one side and gave Steve and Mr. X an innocent look, 
pouting her lips, and unsnapped her bra. She bent 
again slightly and extended her arms allowing it to 
fall off on its own.

Meanwhile, Jessica's breathing had sped up quite a 
bit. Without realizing it at first she was beginning 
to finally moisten near the entrance of her young 
pussy-hole. The moisture quickly spread up the folds 
of her labia and when she next touched her clit she 
gasped. Her eyes fell to her brother's crotch just 
then, and she noticed shamefully that he was hard.

Her brother was hard. From watching her.

She fought through the shame and humiliation and 
concentrated on the masturbation. The sooner she 
finished, she figured, the sooner she could leave.

Sarah was now completely naked. She stood before Mr. X 
and Steve defiantly, apparently proud of her beautiful 
young body.

"Whew!" Mr. X smiled, shaking his head. "What a 
beauty. I'm somewhat jealous of you, Steve," he said 
to her brother. "Now Sarah, why don't you get ready 
for him?"

Knowing what he meant, she sat down next to her best 
friend and took the same position. She spread her legs 
as wide as she could, but in order to so realized she 
had to drape her right over Jessica's left. She did so 
without missing a beat.

The sudden contact of her friend's leg draped over 
hers sent Jessica spiraling more quickly towards 
orgasm. Her breathing grew ragged. She struggled not 
to moan. She kept staring at her brother's crotch, 
preferring that to his eyes. And finally she began to 
insert her moist finger to her even juicier little 
cunt.

The smell of sex wafting toward him, Mr. X inhaled 
deeply. He took in the whole seen-- the two young 
teenaged girls masturbating for their brothers, each 
of whom sported erections and stupid looks on their 
faces. He sipped at his drink and smiled.

"Alright, enough," he finally ordered the two girls. 
Reluctantly, they stopped. "You both look near orgasm, 
if I'm any judge of things. Sarah, I'm rather 
impressed at how quickly you caught up with your 
friend! Bravo!" He clapped mockingly.

For the first time that night Sarah blushed a deep 
crimson. She hadn't realized how turned on she'd grown 
and Mr. X had suddenly made it known to everyone, 
including herself. She cast her eyes downwards.

"Now Steve, Nick, why don't you go sit next to your 
sisters?"

Now it was their turn to be embarrassed. They stood up 
awkwardly, trying to hide the bulges in their pants, 
and made their way quickly to the opposite sofa.

"Good, good," Mr. X nodded when the two "couples" were 
together. "What I'd like to see now is some kissing. 
And don't be shy: I want to see some tongue action, 
boys and girls!" 

"Oh!" Jessica moaned in embarrassment.

Sarah leaned over to her. "Just pretend it's me," she 
whispered.

Jessica nodded. But her brother made no move to kiss 
her, and in fact he wasn't even looking anymore. 
"Nick?" she asked softly.

He turned to her. He had a look somewhere between 
complete shame and total arousal on his face.

She knew she had to take the initiative. She tilted 
her head slightly to the side, and moved her face 
towards his. As she got closer she began to lose her 
nerve, and nearly pulled away, but knew she had to 
continue.

Just pretend it's Sarah, just pretend it's Sarah, she 
thought to herself. She repeated the mantra over and 
over in her head until she could feel her soft lips 
against his.

Meanwhile, Steve and Sarah had fared better. As if 
jumping into a cold pool of water Sarah had decided to 
get it over with. She mashed her lips against his 
boldly, and began pressing her tongue against his shut 
mouth. A sick feeling rose in her stomach but she 
suppressed it. It didn't take long for him to part his 
lips and, when he did, they began to french.

I'm fucking kissing my brother, she thought to herself 
in disgust. Then she realized she'd be doing more than 
that before the night was through...

It took Nick to make the next move before he and 
Jessica proceeded to the next level. He parted his 
lips and flicked his tongue out experimentally, then 
she did the same. Finally, their tongues were 
touching. 

This definitely isn't Sarah, Jessica thought. His 
tongue is too rough!

Still, she continued with the make out session, 
although her arms remained crossed over her breasts. 
They continued to french kiss until it seemed almost 
natural instead of incestuous and, as turned on as 
she'd already been, Jessica was embarrassed to find 
herself actually growing even more aroused.

But it's Sarah, it's Sarah, she thought desperately.

The couples continued kissing in this fashion for 
about ten minutes. Mr. X was now grinning broadly, 
completely turned on and completely hard. This was 
turning out better than he'd imagined. He'd always 
known the girls would do anything to stay out of jail, 
it was just the guys he'd been worried about.

Once again he learned a steadfast rule in life: guys 
will always be guys. They'll always cave in to good 
young pussy eventually, no matter where it comes from.

Finally, when the enthusiasm seemed to wane, he 
clapped his hands loudly and ordered them to stop. 
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "that was great! You four sure 
looked sexy making out with each other... I envy you 
for what you must be feeling right now."

The four looked away, embarrassed and somewhat 
breathless.

"Alright, now just one more thing and we can proceed 
to the main course," Mr. X grinned nastily. "Steve, 
Nick, why don't you stand up and let your sisters 
undress you."

Slowly, the two 19-year-olds stood up and faced their 
sisters.

"After you're naked, I want you to eat them out." He 
smiled, proud of this idea and enjoying the sudden 
tension in the air.

Jessica's heart sank. Giving her brother a blowjob 
wouldn't be so bad, she'd rationalized. After all, a 
cock was a cock, and she could pretend it was someone 
else. But undressing for him? Making out with him? 
That had been so damned humiliating and shameful! 

And now *she* had to undress *him*... and watch as he 
ate out her pussy. It just kept getting worse and 
worse.

She felt Sarah grip her hand in support. Glancing at 
her, she noticed that her proud and confident friend 
was also being overcome with shame. She gripped her 
friend's cool hand back briefly, then let go.

The two girls stood up simultaneously. It took another 
command from Mr. X before they continued. Jessica 
leaned toward her brother and gripped his shirt...

"I'm sorry," he quietly whispered in her ear.

"No," she replied, "I'm the one who's sorry... I'm so 
damned sorry!" Her eyes welled up with tears.

"We've gone this far," Sarah whispered to her, 
overhearing their comments and seeing the expression 
on her friend's face.

"No talking!" Mr. X bellowed. "And quit crying, or you 
can leave right now!"

Knowing what that meant, the two girls proceeded to 
undress their brothers.

With his shirt now off Jessica fumbled with Nick's 
belt buckle. He just stood there, frozen to the spot, 
trying to will his hard-on away. It just refused to 
obey, though. He couldn't remember being this hard 
before, and this was his sister!!!

Slowly, Jessica unzipped her older brother's jeans and 
pulled them down a little. She now saw his cock 
straining against the confines of his boxer-briefs.

He's a guy, she thought to herself. He can't help 
it...

Gently, she pulled the waistband away from his body 
with both hands and slid the underwear down. Time 
seemed to slow right then as it passed the beginnings 
of his pubic hair, past the base of his hard penis, 
and finally...

She held her breath and yanked the underwear down the 
rest of the way. Her brother's cock bounced into full 
view now, seven inches long and abnormally thick. It 
occurred to her suddenly how hard it would be to suck 
on a cock that thick. Quickly, she finished removing 
the jeans and briefs.

Sarah went about her chore more mechanically. Although 
she obeyed Mr. X's command to "look" at him, she 
refused to accept that this was Steve, Stevey, her 
brother she was undressing. She burned red with shame 
at having to do this, the most submissive of acts. 

When his cock sprang free from his boxers, though, she 
was surprised at how large his penis was. A full nine 
inches (at least!) in length and exceedingly thick. 
She felt a perverted sort of pride that her brother 
would be hung like that.

With the four teenagers now completely naked and 
examining one another's bodies, Mr. X gestured for the 
girls to get in position. Hearts racing, Jessica and 
Sarah returned to the sofa and spread their legs as 
they had before, draping their legs across each other, 
fully revealing their pussies to their older brothers.

"Now, Nick and Steve, I trust you know what to do?" 
Mr. X asked.

They nodded.

"Then get to it. And oh, my young girls... I expect 
you to play with your tits as they service you. And 
feel free to be as vocal as you want... I insist."

Resigned to their situations, the two boys got on 
their knees between their sister's legs. The smell of 
drying pussy-juice engulfed their nostrils.

Meanwhile, Jessica braced herself as if she were going 
up a roller coaster... terrified, but quite certain 
she was going to enjoy herself once she crested the 
peak. She knew she enjoyed getting eaten out too much 
to be able to resist. 

Unlike a roller coaster, however, she also knew she 
was going to be ashamed at herself afterward...

She began to play with her tits as she'd been 
instructed. She noticed that Sarah was as well. And 
then she felt it: Nick's lips mashed against the folds 
of her pussy. She gasped at the sensation as she 
watched his face press into her most private area. She 
stifled a moan, then remembered the orders and, her 
head swimming with lust and alcohol, let it out.

Sarah jumped when she heard her friend's reaction. 
Then she felt it too. Steve had begun licking up and 
down her twat, sending little jolts of pleasure into 
her young body. She too gasped in uncontrollable lust.

Before too long both girls were growing incredibly wet 
again, and their brothers eagerly lapped up their 
juices. They seemed committed now to the whole ordeal, 
lost in the arousing scent of pussy, no matter that it 
was their little sisters'. With renewed effort they 
began licking into their hole as best they could, then 
up the folds of their labia, sucking it in along the 
way, until they found the clits.

Both girls were writhing in uncontrollable incestuous 
pleasure now, gripping their tits and humping their 
crotches forward automatically. Jessica was moaning 
loudly, unintelligibly, as Sarah repeated, 
"Ohfuckyeah-ohfuckyeah-ohfuckyeah!" over and over.

Mr. X took in the show with deep satisfaction. 
Unzipping his pants he pulled out his long cock and 
began to stroke it as he watched, sipping his drink 
with his other hand. What a couple of sluts, he 
thought, getting eaten out by their own brothers and 
cumming!

Not that they could help it. Jessica hardly realized 
that it was her brother between her legs anymore. And, 
frankly, she didn't-- couldn't!-- care anymore. She 
was sailing through the choppy waters of orgasmic 
delight and bucked her body helplessly in response...

She was also the first to cum! Actually, she'd felt 
several "half-orgasms", as she called them, during the 
ride, but now her body went rigid and she pinched her 
nipples violently as she let out a loud, deep growl 
from the back of her throat. Suddenly she was 
shrieking and bucking and flailing again as she came 
hard, so very hard, against her brother's face.

That was all Sarah needed to go over the edge. She too 
spasmed uncontrollably before clinching up. Without 
knowing it she'd grabbed her brother's head and was 
pulling it tightly into her wide-open pussy as his 
tongue drove deep into her wet hole. She grunted and 
screamed as she came.

When it was all over, the boys pulled away 
breathlessly. Their sisters' bodies were slick with 
sweat. They were panting hard, and had slid completely 
onto their backs.

They were jolted back into the real world when Mr. X 
started clapping excitedly. "Bravo, bravo!" he 
exclaimed. "Well done... you couldn't have faked that, 
though I was afraid you would have tried. Your 
brothers must be quite gifted, hmm?"

The girls slid up back into a sitting position, too 
dazed from the afterglow of their respective orgasms 
to comment.

"Alright, now for the finale and you can all go home," 
he said, "with the tape, of course. Jessica, Nick, why 
don't you let Steve and his sister have the sofa? 
That's good. Jessica, get on your knees right there, 
and Steve? Lay back on the couch."

They followed his orders as reality sank into the four 
once again. Jessica suppressed it-- they were so close 
now!-- and so did Sarah. As best they could, anyway! 
Their bodies were still trembling from their mutual 
orgasms as they got into position.

"When I say start," Mr. X explained, "you can all 
begin. I don't expect you boys to last very long. 
Don't worry about it, I understand. Sarah?"

She looked at him and raised her eyebrows slightly, 
her chest heaving as she continued to regain her 
breath.

"I assume you're on the pill?" She nodded. "Good. For 
your brother's sake I hope you don't have any STD's... 
Now let's begin while the momentum is ours. Ready? 
Go!"

Jessica dropped to her knees. She was determined to 
finish this quickly and, having decided that in her 
slightly drunk and very turned-on mind, licked her 
lips as she prepared to suck her brother's cock.

Sarah had the same idea. She jumped upon her brother 
and straddled him, her ass high in the air, then 
reached between her legs and gripped his cock. He let 
out a long, low breath at the feel of her cool hand 
wrapped around his shaft. He was looking directly into 
her eyes.

"Ready?" she whispered to him. He nodded dumbly.

Slowly she began to lower her butt until she felt his 
tool pressing against her moist cunt. Taking a deep 
breath she lowered herself some more until, with a 
mutual gasp, they both felt its head make contact with 
the entryway to her vaginal tube.

Meanwhile Jessica was closing her eyes as she 
stretched her mouth open wide and enveloped the head 
of her brother's thick cock. Wrapping her lips around 
it she played her tongue along the underside of his 
shaft as she took more of it in. He began breathing 
heavily above her and she could feel his knees shaking 
as he struggled to remain standing.

Finally the head of Steve's cock slid into his sister 
Sarah's cuntal tube. He was moaning softly as she 
gritted her teeth, trying to endure the pain of 
forcing so wide an object inside herself. She felt her 
pussy stretching around it like never before. When it 
was halfway in she had to stop for a quick breath. She 
dropped her head and panted heavily, her long hair, 
damp with sweat, falling into his face.

Jessica felt her brother's hands grip her head gently 
as he steadied himself. Despite his wishes he couldn't 
help but watch his sister go down on him-- how her 
young, pert lips were obscenely stretched around his 
shaft, how her small hand gripped his cock at its base 
and pumped it rhythmically, how her eyes shut tightly 
in what appeared to be excitement. The feel of her 
mouth was indescribable. It was unlike any blowjob 
he'd ever had.

Finally Sarah lowered herself the last few inches. Her 
brother's cock was now entirely up inside her. She 
paused to rest yet again, her hands on her brother's 
shoulders and supporting her upper body. Her tits were 
swinging right over his chest, and she noticed he was 
staring at them. She didn't care. 

How can this thing fit in me! was all she could think 
about.

Soon, she made an experimental bob upwards on his 
pole. He moaned loudly at this! Her pussy adjusted now 
to its size, she brought herself up again with her leg 
muscles, bobbing up and down on his stick. Soon she 
found a rhythm that was not to quick but not too slow 
and she began fucking her brother in earnest.

Nick couldn't take much more. He began humping his 
cock forward into his younger sister's mouth and then, 
suddenly, gripped her head and thrust it all the way 
in. He heard her gasp in surprise and fright as his 
dick slid down her throat and the first jet of cum 
erupted from his penis.

He pulled out a bit until just his head was in her 
mouth and continued cumming. Stream after stream of 
sticky, incestuous semen filled her mouth. Like a pro 
she swallowed frantically until his grunting ceased 
and his dick withered and he pulled it out. She licked 
her lips free of cum and swallowed again, an 
uncomfortable expression on her face.

At about that time Sarah was forced to shorten her 
stride as she neared another orgasm. She suddenly 
found "the spot" and hammered herself up and down in 
short quick movements and let out a loud moan of 
pleasure. Just then Steve erupted inside her, and she 
collapsed against him, mewing and moaning as his semen 
filled her womb.

Time passed, as it generally does! No one said a word. 
Jessica slumped backwards onto her ass and stared 
sorta in a daze at her brother. He was staring at her 
too, the first feelings of guilt finally emerging. 
They tore away from each other's stares as it set in.

"Ahhhhh!" 

The four teenagers turned and watched as Mr. X came, 
erupting a jet of semen across the coffee table. He 
continued pumping his dick until it was over, all the 
while watching his victims.

"Phew!" He shook off the rest of the cum off his dick 
and leaned back. "That was... pretty damned good, I 
say. 

"So how do you all feel?"

No one said anything.

He nodded. "I just hope you remember, for the rest of 
your lives, how much you obviously enjoyed yourselves 
here. Oh, you'll try to convince yourself that you 
hadn't, but you did. I saw you all cum, some more than 
others. Heh!

"You may dress now." He pulled a walkie-talkie from 
his pants and said into it, "Bring it up."

The four teenagers dressed themselves, conflicting 
thoughts and emotions bouncing inside their confused 
young brains. The bodyguard came into the room after 
they'd all just finished. He gave his boss the tape.

"Well earned," he said to Sarah as he handed it to 
her.

The teens went silently to the door.

"Hey, girls!" Mr. X called after them. "If you ever 
need a job someday that doesn't involve killing 
people, look me up, huh?"

Sarah turned. Just before closing the door she 
suddenly raised her right arm and flipped him off.

Then the door slammed shut and they were gone.

The End?
********
This might have been a stand-alone story, or it might 
just of been Chapter One. I can't decide... I have 
lots of ideas on how to continue this story but I want 
to know first whether or not anyone likes it!!! So 
please e-mail me, okee?
galadriel678@hotmail.com


Special Thanks To:
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I want to give thanks to a couple of people without 
whom I wouldn't have been able to write this story!

+Uther Pendragon, for helping me get the story-codes    
right! I suggest that all writer's check out his FAQ!
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfa.htm

+Dr. Wu, whose own stories have heavily influenced my 
own!

+Wiley, whose "Porterville High" stories were a great 
inspiration, too!

+YOU, for reading this damned thing, thereby 
legitimizing all the time it took me to write it...! 
:)

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