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Please note: All characters in this story are fictitious, any
similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The
author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the
activities detailed in this story, some of which are dangerous or
illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Connie Gets Blackmailed Written by Janus Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
Connie was studiously doing her homework when a knock sounded
on her door. She sighed. The thirteen year old took her
schoolwork seriously and always prided herself on doing a good
job. She didn't like to be interrupted when doing homework,
especially when it was she had placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign
on her doorknob. Both her parents knew she was doing homework
when the sign was up. That meant it could only be her little
brother Brad.
She opened the door. Sure enough it was Brad. He grinned at
her.
"Brad, what are you doing?" she demanded. "You know you're not
supposed to bug me when I'm doing homework."
Without answering Brad entered her room. "Hey! What are you
doing?" Connie exclaimed. "You can't just come into my room like
that! Get out of here, you little creep!" She moved to hit him,
preparing herself for a fight. At thirteen, she was two years
older than Brad but he was much shorter than she was. As the
older one, she always took great pleasure in pointing out that he
was only eleven years old.
Brad scooted away from her nimbly before sitting down on her
bed. "Get off of there!" Connie said angrily. She moved to push
him off but he handed her an envelope instead.
"I got something for you," he said, smiling impishly. Connie
grabbed the envelope and threw it onto her desk.
"I don't have time for this, Brad!" she said, raising her
voice. "You better get out of here before I tell mom and dad."
"Just look in the envelope," Brad told her. Sighing again,
Connie retrieved the envelope from her desk. Opening it, she saw
it had a single sheet of paper. Eying Brad's bouncy demeanor as
he sat on her bed, she removed the sheet. It was a picture,
printed up from Brad's computer. Connie's face went white as she
saw what it was: a picture of her and her friend Carrie, kissing.
"You jerk!" Connie shouted at him. "What is this? Where did
you get this?"
Brad couldn't contain his laughter anymore. Connie fumed as
her brother burst into fits of laughter on her bed. She closed
her bedroom door.
"I'm serious, Brad," she said angrily. "What is this?"
"It's just some pictures I took with the digital camera I got
for my birthday," Brad told her.
"Pictures?" Connie wailed. "You mean you have more of these?"
Brad nodded. "About a dozen or so."
"How did you take these?"Connie demanded. "Why?"
"I was hiding in the closet," Brad confessed.
"You jerk! I want you to go delete all those pictures right
now!"
Brad shook his head. "No way."
Connie kicked the bed in frustration. "If you don't delete
them, I'm going to beat you up, asshole."
Brad shrugged indifferently. "If you beat me up, I'll show
these pictures to mom and dad. And everyone at school too."
Connie wanted to strangle him. "You wouldn't dare!" she
exclaimed. But Brad only watched her cooly. With a sinking
feeling of defeat, she knew he had the upper hand. "All right,"
Connie conceded. "What do you want? I've got about fifty
dollars saved up from babysitting."
"I don't want your money," Brad said.
"All right then, you little blackmailer," Connie spat at him,
"what is that you want?"
Connie saw Brad hesitate. He said quickly,
"I-want-you-to-take-off-your-underwear-and-let-me-see-between-you
r-legs."
Connie was shocked. "What? You're crazy! I'm not doing
that!"
"If you don't," Brad threatened, "I'll show everyone these
pictures. Everyone's gonna call you a stupid dyke."
Connie rolled her eyes. "You're stupid, Brad. You don't even
know what a dyke is."
"I do so," Brad countered. "And if you don't do what I say,
everyone will see these pictures."
Connie folded her arms on her chest and glared at her little
brother. "You're just a little pervert. What do you want? A
quick peep?"
"No," Brad said, "I want to touch too."
"WHAT?" Connie exploded. "You're totally crazy! That's sick!
I'm not going to let you do that."
"You have to. Or else."
Connie thought furiously. There must be something else she
could do. But every idea led to a checkmate. Her little brother
was dictating the deal. "Okay," she said, swallowing her rage,
"so you get to touch me. And then you promise you'll delete the
pictures?"
Brad nodded.
"I'll get to watch you delete them, right?" Connie said,
wanting to clarify the deal. Brad nodded again. Connie mulled
over the proposition. "So I'll just lie here on the bed and let
you touch me, right? But it can't be forever. I'm going to time
you. You can do it for ten seconds."
"No way," Brad told her. "I want sixty seconds."
Connie felt greatly irritated. "Sixty seconds! You're such a
pervert! You can look for ten seconds and that's it."
"Thirty seconds, then," Brad negotiated. "You'll lift up your
skirt for thirty seconds and I get to touch too. Or I show these
pictures."
"All right," Connie fumed. "Thirty seconds. I'll get the
stopwatch. I'll be right back."
Angrily, Connie went downstairs to grab the stopwatch from the
kitchen. She was enraged that her little brother would blackmail
her like this. She wished she could tell her parents but the
thirteen year old knew that her parents would flip out if they
found out she kissed another girl. Their older sister, Joanie,
had been sent to a strict private school when her parents found
out she was secretly dating boys and smoking cigarettes. Connie
could only imagine what the consequences would be if her Brad
showed them the pictures.
It had happened last week when Carrie stayed for a sleepover.
Both girls had been talking about boys and dating when they
agreed to do a kissing experiment. Connie blushed with
embarrassment as she remembered what else they did that night.
The two girls had agreed to take off their underwear so they
could see what it was like when someone touched them between the
legs. At least Brad didn't have any pictures of that.
Connie grabbed the stopwatch from a kitchen drawer and headed
back upstairs. She stopped at the bathroom to pull off her
underwear from beneath her skirt. The thought of what she was
about to do made her feel sick. Her own litle brother touching
her private parts! It was mortifying and perverted.
Unfortunately, it was the only way out.
She returned to the bedroom to find Brad waiting for her.
Connie already felt exposed, being in the same room with her
litle brother wearing a skirt with no underwear. Brad got off
her bed so she could lie down on it. Careful to keep her skirt
pulled against her knees, Connie laid down carefully, letting her
knees dangle off the edge of the bed.
"All right you blackmailing pervert," Connie said to her little
brother. "I set the stopwatch for half a minute, see? And then
once we're done, we go erase those pictures."
Brad nodded. Connie glowered at him. The feeling of nausea
was rising in her stomach. Feeling like a dirty girl, she
pressed the start button on the stopwatch and lifted her skirt.
Brad heart pounded in his chest as he watched his sister lift
her skirt. He couldn't believe she was going along with this.
He had spent days formulating a plan and it was going perfectly.
He watched her skirt drift up past her knees, revealing her milky
white thighs. The cotton skirt continued past her skinny legs
until it reached her waist. But Brad's eyes were captivated by
the sight between her legs.
Her dark pubic hair had grown in but was still very sparse. A
trail of it stretched upwards from her dark and fleshy slit, the
pattern of the hair growing in a gentle s-shaped spiral as it
threatened to overtake her entire pubic region. Brad's heart
skipped with excitement as he studied the still immature folds of
her lips. One side was growing faster than the other, it curled
out in a provocative pucker while the other side remained quite
flat and unremarkable. It was like Brad was looking at a woman
and a girl, melded together.
Brad breathed deeply. He was enjoying every second of this.
He loved the way his sister's smooth ivory skin changed as it
drew closer and closer to her private parts. On either side of
her valley, the skin was a dark pink that gradually lightened as
it faded into her normal skin tone. Beneath her pink private
area, there was an area of normal skin that again gradually
changed tone to mark her puckered anal opening. Brad felt a
stirring in his underwear as he gazed at his sister.
Realizing he had just wasted several precious seconds, Brad
reached out and touched the more mature lip that adorned the
right side of his sister's labia. She flinched at his touch but
Brad ignored her. Starting at the top of her slit, he let his
finger run between her vaginal lips. It felt strange. Her
private area wasn't completely dry, but instead it had a hint of
moisture to it. Brad wondered why her skin wasn't completely
dry. Where was this moisture coming from?
Leaning in closer, the curious boy spread his sister's lips
with both hands. He nearly gasped at the sight that greeted him.
Her slit opened up into a perfect teardrop shape. At the top of
the teardrop, some folds of skin joined together to form a sort
of apex. The inside of the teardrop was a dark shade of pink
with her vaginal lips even darker on either side. The entire
area glistened as if it were coated with a morning dew. At the
bottom of the teardrop was a very light shade of pink where puffy
folds of flesh winked at him.
Brad moved closer, leaning in until Connie felt his breath on
her skin She blushed furiously as her little brother explored
her private area. She bit her lip as she felt his finger run
along the length of her slit. With a twinge of guilt, Connie
felt a slight jolt of excitement as he touched her. She
swallowed hard as she felt him spreading her apart. The thirteen
year old was overwhelmed with embarrassment as her brother leaned
in close to scrutinize her maturing labia.
Keeping his sister's lips spread open, Brad used his thumb to
touch the inside of the teardrop. His sister recoiled slightly
at his touch. His thumb cautiously prodded at the light pink
area at the bottom of the teardrop. To his surprise, the pink
area gave way and swallowed the tip of his thumb. He was probing
the entrance to her vagina! He was about to explore some more
when Connie announced, "Time's up!"
Connie scooted away from her brother's touch, letting her skirt
fall back down. She hurried to the bathroom and pulled her
panties back on, relishing the safe feeling of being covered
again. Returning to her bedroom, she saw Brad waiting for her.
"All right, Brad," she said. "Let's go."
They walked in silence to Brad's bedroom. He sat down at his
computer desk and turned on the monitor. He opened Windows
Explorer and selected a folder marked "connie".
"Okay," Connie prodded impatiently. "Delete it." She watched
as Brad pressed delete. "Go on," she said, eying him. "Empty it
from the recycle bin."
Brad did as he was told. Once he was done, Connie punched him
hard in the arm. "You little pervert," she scowled at him. "I'm
never talking to you again." Connie turned and left the room.
Once she left, Brad closed his door and locked it. He sat back
down at his computer again and reached for the mouse. Navigating
through a different folder tree, he pulled up a folder titled
"connie2". Smiling to himself, Brad selected a jpeg and sent it
to the printer. As his inkjet hummed to life, Brad felt his
young penis harden again as he browsed through more pictures of
his sister and her friend in various stages of undress.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading. ~Janus
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