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My Private Camwhore II: Blackmailers Incorporated by AnonyMPC
(mf, mg, Mf, best, blackmail, inc, nc, reluc, mdom, gdom, humil)

Chapter 1:

I was kissing her again, urgently, desperately, like I had just
been underwater and she was my air. It was like at any moment she
might change her mind again and send me back to the hell of her
hatred, so I had to get as much of her as I could of it. She
kissed back, but where my tongue was hungry, hers darted around
playfully, as though to tell me there was no urgency, there was
still time for fun.

That my hard cock was inside her at the same time was secondary
to the pleasure that came from the knowledge that I was kissing
her again, that she was letting me in. Her tiny pussy held me
tight to her, not just because of its small size but also the way
she moved beneath me, clenching on and not letting go except to
squeeze harder.

I lost myself in her for a moment, my identity and consciousness
evaporating in the heat generated between us. It was like I was
only a collection of parts that needed her, that wanted to please
her. When I heard her squeal in pleasure, it was my pleasure. My
own climax was building in intensity, and soon I was over the
top, and I began emptying my balls inside of her, giving her what
felt like everything I had.

"Oh, Andrew," she whispered into my ear as I kissed her neck,
letting the last few spasms die inside her. Finally, when I was
done, she unwrapped her legs from my hips, releasing me. I pulled
out, rolled off, but not far, just beside her, to look longingly
into her smiling face.

She was Erin. My sister, my lover, and once my victim, but no
longer. She was smaller than me and her head barely came up to my
shoulders, but then she was also three years younger. She was
only twelve years old, pretty but with only the suggestion of
breasts and a nearly hairless pussy, in many ways a little girl
but incredibly smart for her age. I'd also just found out she was
not nearly so innocent as she pretended to be.

Weeks ago, I'd found her on a webcam site, flashing her training
bra, and in order to protect her, I decided to scare her so she
wouldn't do anything like that again. I played the role of an
anonymous blackmailer, not intending it to be for my sexual
gratification, but when it came on its own I couldn't resist it.
After watching her for a while, I was able to manipulate her into
starting a sexual relationship with her own brother, completely
unaware that I was also the Blackmailer.

In the process, I also fell madly in love with her. I guess I was
always a little in love with her. We had so much in common, and I
had to look out for her since our dad died when we were very
young, but once we started spending this time together it became
full-blown, sappy romance-story love. I couldn't feel what I did
and continue to blackmail her, so I engineered a successful plan
to enlist her help in blackmailing one of her friends in exchange
for her freedom. I didn't want her to ever find out that her
brother was the Blackmailer, especially not once we declared our
love for one another openly and I took her virginity, but it
happened anyway.

I thought she'd hate me forever, but minutes ago, she had just
forgiven me, while also confessing that she was "part monster"
like I said I was, that she had desires that surprised me. I
didn't really care about that, just happy that she'd decided to
forgive me. It was almost like it was in the beginning, we were
together, happy, sexually satisfied, in love.

"Wow," Erin said. She pulled herself halfway between sitting up
and lying down, squeezed the outer edges of her pussy. Hers was
an innie type, without much vaginal pink showing unless she
spread the lips apart widely. A little bubble of pearly white goo
started to slide out of her. "It feels like you really filled me
up this time."

"Sorry," I said. "It has been a while." I'd gone from having sex
at least once a day to nothing, and hadn't masturbated because I
was so depressed that she hated me. It was a wonder it wasn't
coming out of her ears.

"Don't be sorry," she told me with a grin that flashed her
braces. "I like it." She lay back again, stretching and arms back
so she could rest her head on them. Some of her dark brown hair
was slick with sweat and stuck to her face. I brushed it away
gently. "I missed this," she said. "I missed you." A momentary
frown of remembered pain crossed her features, but then
disappeared.

I was glad she missed me, but it couldn't be as much as I missed
her. We gazed at each other for some time before she turned her
head and glanced over at the computer screen.

Although I couldn't see it very well from my angle, I knew what
she was looking at. The webcam view of her friend, Jenny, the
girl I started blackmailing after I couldn't do it to my sister
anymore. I couldn't give it up entirely. I lifted my head to get
a better look. Jenny was writing something in a notebook and
unaware she was being watched through her camera.

I remembered the shocking declaration that came shortly before
she told me she still loved me. Now that we'd reconnected,
physically, I wanted to ask about it again. "You really want to
see her fuck her dog?"

Erin turned back at me and nodded, although I thought I could see
a trace of worry in her expression.

I thought she might be fearing judgment, so I quickly said,
"We'll probably have to work up to it. Get the dog to lick her
pussy first, maybe have her jack it off." I stopped. "It is a
MALE dog, I hope?"

She giggled. "Of course. It's not neutered either. He humps the
furniture a lot. He's even humped my leg sometimes."

Her dreamy look as she remembered that made me curious. "Do you
want to fuck a dog too?" I asked.

"I don't know. I've thought about it, but I'm not sure if it's
one of those fantasies you want to try or one you just like to
think about. I'd probably want to let one lick me, down there, if
it would be okay with you, just to see what it was like. Mostly I
want to see Jenny fuck one." She blushed. "Do you feel
differently about me because of that? Would you rather I didn't
tell you?"

I honestly didn't know. It was pretty extreme, and although the
thought turned me on in some ways, it was also a little unnerving
to find my innocent little sister had urges like that. "No," I
said finally. "I don't want there to be any secrets between us
from now on."

She squinted a little. "It's so weird to be able to talk to
someone about this. I thought I'd have to keep it to myself all
my life because everyone would think I was a sick freak."

"I guess it helps when the person you're telling is one too. Is
there anything else weird you're into?"

"Um, lots. But I'm worried, still. I know you said no secrets,
but what if I say something that freaks you out?"

I thought about it. It was a worry of mine, too. I didn't know
how high her freak flag flew. "Or if I freak you out, too. But
you said yourself that there's a difference between fantasies and
stuff you want to do. I don't think there's anything wrong with
fantasies, no matter how extreme. How about we agree we can talk
about anything, but we don't do anything we're not both okay
with?"

"That sounds good," she said. "I don't know where to start,
though."

"When did you first start having these ideas?" I was curious.

"I used to lie in my bed and squeeze my legs together imagining
some strange person breaking in and making me do stuff to him,
before I even knew what 'stuff' was. But when I started thinking
about it a lot was a few months ago, during the summer break.
It's partly your fault."

My heart sank a little. I didn't want to hear that. "Mine?"

"I never told you, but I used to sneak into your room and use
your computer sometimes when you were out. I think I always had a
crush on you. I looked up to you and wanted to see what you were
doing. I was real careful so you wouldn't know I was there. I
just looked where you'd been and then I went to my computer to
look up the site itself. One time I found you had a site in your
history I hadn't seen before. It was called Rule 34. Do you
remember it?"

I did. Rule 34 of the Internet said "if it exists, there is porn
of it. No exceptions". A site sprung up around the concept,
devoted to collecting porn of all sorts of cartoon characters, TV
shows, movies, inanimate objects, practically anything legal. I
used to go there a lot, before I moved onto the cam sites, more
interested in seeing real girls my own age than cartoon
characters. Usually, like I did with all the sites I wouldn't
want Mom to find, I erased all traces of my browser history, and
then filled it again with innocent looking sites so it wouldn't
look like I was hiding anything, but evidently sometimes I
forgot. And in doing so, I apparently corrupted my sister.

"I didn't know what Rule 34 was, but I went to the site because
one of the pages' title said Avatar: The Last Airbender in it,
and you know how I really liked that show." We even watched it
together. 'What I saw was a picture of Sokka and Katara having
sex. It was really well done, it looked just like the cartoon. It
freaked me out at first, but I kept going back to look at it, and
to lots of other pictures on the site. Lots of things, things I
never thought of before, and it all looked so good. I liked the
really crazy ones a lot. Especially girls with their relatives,
or with girls having sex with their pets, or monsters. It was
just so dirty what some of them were doing, and I'd look at
pictures on the site and touch myself."

I had to stop her there. "Wait, you told me... I mean, you told
the Blackmailer you'd never done that before."

Erin rolled her eyes. "Andrew, I was lying. Lots of girls touch
probably themselves. It doesn't take long to figure out that it
feels good when you rub certain places. I learned years ago in
the shower. But I didn't want anyone to know, since it was
supposed to be bad."

I couldn't help but be disappointed. Nor could I keep myself from
disappointing myself further. "When I ate you out that first
time, you said it was your first orgasm." She had a guilty look
in her face, and I knew that was another lie. "I guess not."

She reached out to me. "I'm sorry. But it was the best I'd had.
It was the first time I didn't feel like I was a sex-crazed freak
nobody else would want to be with if I didn't hide what I was
feeling. You made me feel good about myself. I shouldn't have
lied, but I was still scared maybe you'd think I was a slut and
wouldn't want me anymore."

"It's okay," I said. "I lied to you way worse than you did to
me."

"And don't forget that," she said, furrowing her brow. "Besides,
you really were responsible for my first orgasm. Just not then...
not directly."  I asked what she meant and she explained, "I
touched myself, but I didn't know there was the 'wow' point
yet... you know, orgasm. It sure felt good, but I always felt
guilty and stopped after a little bit. But I was looking at
pictures on that site one day, and I was staring at one, another
Avatar one, actually. This one with Azula and her brother Zuko.
It really turned me on, more than the others. I kept rubbing and
looking at it and I closed my eyes and imagined it was me and
you, and it started feeling better and better, when suddenly....
Wow." She smiled. "It felt so good I started fantasizing about
you a lot."

"What sorts of fantasies?" I asked.

"Lots. You coming into my room, pinning me down, and forcing
yourself on me. Or me sneaking into your room and playing with
your thing while you were asleep and had no idea, or until you
woke up and caught me and asked me to do more. But mostly that
you'd come to me one day, tell me you were in love with me even
though it was wrong, and that we'd have sex and..." she trailed
off.

"And what?" I prompted. I caressed her slowly with one finger, on
her shoulder.

She bit her lip. "And that you'd get me pregnant."

That stopped me. I looked down at her recently fucked pussy, some
of the cum still visible, mixed in with her own juices. She'd
been lying down most of the time since I'd pull out, so all of it
was still in there... soaking in.

**** Chapter 2:

"You weren't lying when you said you were on the pill, were you?"
I asked, suddenly worried.

"No," she said. "I just like imagining it... every time you cum
in I pretend you're getting me pregnant. It makes it so much
hotter. But I don't really want you to knock me up... at least
not before I'm even in high school!"

"We can't ever," I told her. "Brothers and sisters can't have
kids together. It makes, like, mutants. And not the
super-intelligent mutants with laser eyes you see in movies."
Even beyond the horrible deformed babies, it would be one sure
way of getting caught.

"Actually," Erin said, adopting a slightly snotty, higher-pitch
voice, that I'd grown up thinking of as her 'know-it-all' voice,
"that's a myth, Andrew. It's only a little dangerous than the
average for brothers and sisters to breed, if there's no history
of bad recessive genes in the family. It's mostly a worry when
incest is ongoing over multiple generations." It sounded like she
was quoting something. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. She
probably understood it, though. I got to hear that 'know-it-all'
voice quite well over the years, and she was usually right when
she used it. I've said she was really smart, and it's true.
Sometimes I've talked about something with her, and then later
had a similar conversation with my friend Kirk, only to see him
be confused because I used a term he didn't know but that my
sister understood perfectly. Maybe Kirk was just really dumb.

Still, like anybody else she had her share of wrongheaded ideas
sometimes. "Where are you getting this?"

"I looked it up," she said proudly. "I wanted to know."

"But it still is dangerous, right?" She was silent. "We couldn't
take the risk."

"I know," she said, but she sounded sad. "But maybe in a few
years they'll be able to correct that... like genetic
engineering. Do you think, if it were okay...?"

I hadn't thought much about having kids. I knew I didn't want
them then. I didn't know if I ever would. But I always had
trouble disappointing my sister. "Maybe," I said. It wasn't a
lie, because I figured it would be years away, if ever, and I
might have changed my mind by then. "We'll deal with that when it
comes up... but until then, don't miss a pill, okay?" She nodded.

I wanted to get off that subject fast, though, so I said, "Azula
and Zuko, huh? Really?" It didn't seem like an obvious pairing.
Even when incest was on my radar, it was always more friendly
siblings. Azula and Zuko were antagonistic.

She smiled. "I never told anyone but I always wished the story
ended with Zuko and Azula falling in love, and him saving her
from her own darker urges. Like, even though she was a bad
person, her brother's true love could save her." As she spoke,
the smile had transformed into a troubled expression.

I thought I had a clue what was on her mind. "You're not a bad
person."

"Even if I make Jenny fuck a dog?"

"You don't have to," I said, although the idea was growing on me.
If she didn't, I was worried I might.

"But I want to. Doesn't that make me bad?"

I put an arm around her, pulled her close to me as I thought
about what to say. "Good and bad aren't that simple. You can be a
little bad and still be good. So what if we're part monster? I
think everybody has a little monster in them. But I know mostly
you're one of the sweetest people I know." Last year, she
organized a canned food fundraising drive for the hungry for her
school, all by herself. "It's not like you really want to hurt
people." A sudden wash of fear went through me. "Do you?"

"No."

How could I know if that's what she felt, or if she was scared to
tell the truth? "It's okay if you do. There's a difference
between wanting and doing, remember."

"I don't," she insisted emphatically, then relented. "Okay, maybe
bad people, a little. I want to see them get what's coming to
them," she said. "But even them, I don't want to hurt them hurt
them. Not physically."

That was a relief. One of the things we had in common was a love
of horror movies. That started, years ago, as me forcing her to
watch them with me because I liked scaring her. When she grew to
like them, we enjoyed them together. I was worried that if she
was into pain or even worse, blood and gore, that was yet another
thing that was my fault. Still, my urge to comfort her outweighed
those concerns right now. "There's nothing wrong with wanting bad
people to hurt."

"I just want to see them humiliated, not hurt. I just want people
to do what I want, even if it's not what they want, even if they
think it's gross, because I know what's best. I want to be in
charge. I like having the power."

"I guess we have that in common," I said. "And Jenny certainly
deserves to get what's coming to her. She stole Kirk from you,
right?" He was my best friend, or he used to be until I learned
he made my sister give him a hand job, and then moved on to Jenny
when she wouldn't suck him.

She was momentarily surprised I knew. I'd overheard her talking
to Jenny about it at a sleepover, the one in which she put a spy
program on Jenny's computer. "I only liked him because I thought
he was the closest I could get to you," she explained.

"It doesn't matter. She still hurt you. She deserved it. We'll
only blackmail people who deserve it," I suggested. "Then we're
not really bad people. It's like when Batman punches out a crook.
Punching people is bad, but some people deserve it." It was
stupid, but I was trying to justify it, to make her feel better
about herself and, I suppose, to make me feel better about my own
failings. "And our other sick desires, we do with each other,
because we love each other. And love makes everything all right,
doesn't it?"

She kissed me instead of answering, but I could tell she was
happy. We went on talking about our fetishes, the things we
wanted to try. She was interested in bondage, both sides, to see
what it was like. I always wanted to try costumes, and she liked
that idea. I'd just finished reacting positively to her
suggestion that I cum on her face, when we heard a noise from
downstairs, the front door shutting.

"Oh, shit," I said. "It's Mom."

We were already up as she began to call out our names, in turn.
She was unlikely to come up to my room right away, but then, we
couldn't know, and it would be a bad thing if she found us lying
naked in my bed together, Erin full of my cum. It would be so bad
I didn't even want to think about it. Neither did Erin. She
slipped out of bed and stooped around my room collecting clothes.
I did the same, taking a moment to stop and appreciate her ass
and pussy from behind when she bent at the waist to retrieve the
panties discarded near my computer chair. It hadn't been so long
since we'd had sex, but with all we'd been talking about, I was
just about ready for another go.

By the time Mom did come check on us, minutes later, Febreeze had
been sprayed all over, we were both dressed, and we were seated
at my computer playing a video game. She didn't seem to suspect a
thing, and smiled when she saw us together, evidently glad that
the bad mood we'd both been in these last few days had broken.
"Hey guys," she said. "I was calling."

"Sorry," Erin said. "We were busy with the game."

"Listen, I'm going to have to go back out in a little while, to
meet a client, so I won't be have time to make dinner for you
guys tonight. What do you say I leave you some money for some
pizza."

Erin and I exchanged a look, smiling. We'd be alone for a little
while longer. "That sounds good," Erin said.

I had to agree. Pussy and pizza, it was turning in to a hell of a
day.

**** Chapter 3:

After dinner, Erin sat on my lap and we played with our new
shared toy, Jenny. I let Erin take most of the lead, deciding
what we tell her to do and when, only advising her now and then
when I thought she might be going too fast. I liked pressing my
hard-on into her, but mostly I liked the feeling of holding her
close to me. We were both in our underwear, mine boxers, hers
tight pink panties.

At first, Jenny complied with everything we demanded without much
fuss, even though she must have been a little disappointed... it
had been a while since I'd ordered her to do anything. She
probably thought she was off the hook. Erin had Jenny strip
naked, spread her pussy, spread her ass, lie back on her bed with
her spread legs over her head, rub her clit, stick first one,
then two, then three fingers in her pussy, answer all sorts of
embarrassing questions about what she'd done with her boyfriend,
stick a pen in her ass and walk around with it inside her. Erin
laughed a lot at watching the last one.

"Andrew... do you think she's pretty?" she asked me.

"I guess," I said, trying to put enough indifference into my
voice as possible. I kissed her gently on her ear. "Not as pretty
as you."

"Hmph. You have to say that, you're my brother. And my
boyfriend." She sounded satisfied, though.

"It's still true. I like your little tiny innie pussy," I said,
sliding my hand inside her panties and rubbing down there to
demonstrate. "And your tits are beautiful." They were very small,
but I found I liked that.

"Hers are better," she said. Jenny's looked like an adult's tits,
just a little smaller, they were full and round already with
distinct pink nipples. "What about her hair?"

Erin's hair was dark brown, almost black. It had a bushy,
unmanaged quality to it, not out of control or ugly, but somehow
wild. Jenny's, by contrast, right now had almost perfectly
straight hair as though it was set in a mold instead of grown,
and she was a blonde. "Yours is better," I assured her. "She
looks so plastic."

"Maybe we should change that." Erin began typing an order for
Jenny to get a pair of scissors, and cut her hair as close to her
head as she could.

"No," Jenny said, scared. "Please. Not that." Erin ordered it
again. "I don't want to do that, please." There were tears in her
eyes. Except that first day when she learned she was being
blackmailed, I'd never seen her this close to crying. She'd asked
not to do things, but she could always be talked into it.

"You might want to back off on this," I suggested. Anxiety
started to build up inside of me at the risk of her refusal.
Blackmailing depended on the person you're targeting not
believing it was worth it to refuse.

"Why?" Erin said. "I want to see her lose that hair. Maybe I'll
tell her to shave it bald."

"She'll fight it. We don't want her fighting, we want her going
along with things. We're blackmailing her with embarrassment," I
pointed her out. "If she thinks cutting her hair will be more
embarrassing than everybody seeing sex pictures of her, she might
risk it, and we'll lose everything."

I could see Erin pout. "Damn. I wanted her to look stupid." She
let out a sigh, and began telling Jenny that she didn't have to,
that it was just a thought. Jenny was suddenly relieved, even
smiling, like we'd just given her a gift instead of just decided
not to force her into something.

I wondered how far that goodwill extended. "It might be a good
time to start with the dog. Ask her to bring it in."

She nodded, and typed, "I remember you have a doggy. Why don't
you go get him and show him to me?" She wrote it in less exact
grammar and punctuation than my retelling, of course. "You can
get dressed first, but leave your panties off."

Jenny seemed pleased and excited, and must not have had a clue
what would be coming up. She just thought her Blackmailer wanted
to see her dog. While we waited, I said to Erin, "If she's
reluctant to do something with the dog, we can use the
haircutting as a threat. Tell her she has to do one or the other.
That way she still feels like she had a choice." It seemed to
make sense to me.

It took a couple minutes for Jenny to return with her dog, a
yellow Labrador Retriever named Lucky. I didn't know that before
we started this plan, and cracked up when I heard it. Erin didn't
get it at first. "Lucky. He'll be getting lucky," I said between
laughs, and she joined in.

It was a pretty big dog. Although Jenny was taller than the dog
was long, if the dog laid on top of her in a position suitable
for fucking, they'd be about the same height. The idea provoked a
vivid image in my head of Lucky humping her while licking her
face.

But we weren't planning on starting with that. I'd advised Erin
that we take it slow, that we probably shouldn't get to
dogfucking right away, and I thought I should take my own advice.
We wanted to give her time to get used to each step before we
pushed her into one more.

After watching Jenny demonstrate a few dog tricks she'd taught
him, Erin told her to take her pants off, get in front of the
camera, and let Lucky lick her between the legs. You could always
tell when Jenny was done reading the instructions, because her
lips mouthed the words as she read. As soon as she was done, she
drew back and looked a little perplexed, but not disgusted or
outraged.

"Come here, Lucky," she said, once seated on the edge of her bed.
Her legs were spread apart to give him room, and she patted her
thigh. The dog complied, ambling over there with his tongue
already hanging out. She grabbed him by the head behind his ears
and pointed him at the space between her legs.

Lucky sniffed, and his tongue lolled out, licking the thighs
first, but his head turning towards the junction between them as
he smelled something of interest. His tail started wagging, and
even though we couldn't see the licking directly, it was easy to
tell when Jenny's pussy felt his tongue. Her mouth turned into a
sudden, surprised, ring, and then broke into a smile of pleasure.
"Wow," she said happily. "Keep going. Good boy. Good boy."

Erin and I both watched with stunned, aroused silence. She was
actually doing it. I was getting pretty turned on with the
thought of little Jenny being eaten out by a dog, and enjoying
it. My dick was practically poking out of my boxers. Erin was
wriggling around on my lap, squeezing her legs together, and her
movements made my cock feel extra nice.

Jenny closed her eyes and began to twitch with every movement of
her dog's tongue. After a minute, the dog turned away. Jenny
looked disappointed. "No, come back Lucky, come back boy." She
had to lean forward and pull him back by his collar to get him
licking again, and closed her eyes again to appreciate it.

"She really seems to like that," Erin said in wonder.

"I bet Kirk's never bothered to eat her out. And dogs have pretty
long tongues," I pointed out. Erin wiggled a little more. "I'm
still surprised this much was so easy. I thought she'd at least
try to argue us out of it, or act disgusted."

"Jenny's kind of a big slut," Erin said. I knew that was an
exaggeration... she'd only lost her virginity to Kirk a few weeks
ago. But it was hard to disagree with that as we watched her
force her doggie to lick her pussy. Jenny moaned a little, and
that must have scared Lucky because he wandered away again,
exposing her pussy, coated with dog saliva, towards the camera.
Erin felt my cock pulse and turned to me. "Do you want to fuck
her?"

"I would never, ever cheat on you," I assured her.

She shrugged. "It's only cheating if one of us doesn't want it to
happen. Would you mind if I let Lucky fuck me?"

"Not if you wanted it," I said, lying only a little bit. "And I
could watch."

She nodded. "See? That makes sense. That's logical. If you wanted
and let me watch, I don't mind if you fuck her, cause that's not
cheating. Just as long as your heart belongs only to me."

"It does." I watched as Jenny gave up on getting the dog back and
just started sticking rubbing her clit with her fingers.

"So, do you?" Erin asked. "Do you want to fuck her?"

"Maybe," I said. "But I don't know how we arrange it without
revealing that we're the ones blackmailing her." It wasn't as
though I could show up at her house accidentally and have Erin
give her the direction to seduce me.

"Oh, no, that's simple," Erin said. She turned towards me
brightly. "You remember the movie Saw? The first one." I nodded,
hoping that whatever her idea was, it didn't involve gore. Or
kidnapping Jenny and locking her in a dungeon. "Remember the
twist? The bad guy was one of the guys you thought was a victim."

"So?"

"We tell her to help blackmail me," she said. "Then we pretend
the Blackmailer made us have sex. We can have her over to our
place and you can fuck her, under orders."

"That could work." It was a pretty good plan, if she bought it.

"Would it turn you on if she ate me out?" Another cock pulse. "I
guess it would," she giggled. On the screen, Jenny was trying to
get the dog back to licking at her again.

"You're interested in girls too?" We hadn't covered that on our
talk.

"A little. Mostly I want her to eat me, though. Even though I bet
she'd like it. But I'd never do it if it didn't turn you on
though."

"I guess it does turn me on." So did the screen. "But I think if
I get much more turned on, I'll squirt all over the chair here."

"We can't have that," Erin said, and leaned forward, taking her
ass off my lap and letting my dick spring up, constrained only by
my underwear. Reaching underneath herself, she pulled my boxers
down, and then her own panties to the side. "Stick it in."

I directed my rod at her hole and worked the head inside. She
pushed back and slid down. "Mmmmm. Now, when you shoot, it won't
go to waste." It was warm and tight and felt so good to be all
the way in. She didn't move much, though. It was like she was
happy to just have me inside of her, or wanted to tease me a
little. Whatever the case, I felt so content that even though
every instinct was telling me to bounce her up and down to make
me get off, I remained pretty still, too. "Lucky's going back for
more."

I had an idea. "Let me type." We both shifted forward, and I
maneuvered my arms around her to type at the keyboard. "If you
want to train him to do that regularly, you should give him a
treat."

She couldn't read it right away. She laid back on the bed, her
hands clutching at the edges as her dog continued to lick. I
think she was having an orgasm. When she recovered and closed her
legs, pushing Lucky off to the side, she finally read the screen.
"His treats are downstairs."

I typed quickly. "There's another kind of treat. Reach underneath
his back legs and rub him. He's got a penis, and he's just like a
guy."

Jenny stroked her dog. At first she just pet the area, almost
like she would his back. After a short time, Lucky began to react
and his penis extended, poking out of its sheath. "Make sure the
camera can see," I typed. "And just rub it like you're giving a
hand job."

The camera wasn't close enough for a good look, but it was pretty
clear what Jenny was doing, and that was hot enough, especially
with the knowledge we were recording it. Erin began to bounce
very gently up and down after only a little bit of prompting from
me doing the same. She picked up intensity, and before long she
was sliding me halfway out before pounding back. I wrapped my
arms around her and we continued until she squealed with the
delight of an orgasm. Soon after, I groaned with sudden force and
for the second time that day I came, squirting my seed deep into
her, then held her down so I wouldn't slip out when I lost my
erection and get the cum all over my seat. To keep her happy, I
played with her clit from behind.

"Eww," we heard from the speakers. I'd forgotten for the moment
of climax about what we were watching. "He squirted."

Erin typed instead of me. "That means you did a good job. If you
make him happy whenever he licks you, he'll lick you more. Did
you like how it felt?"

"It was pretty cool when he was licking me," she admitted. "The
rest was just weird."

"Well, I certainly enjoyed watching it. I think you'll be doing
it more." Erin looked at me when she was finished typing. "Should
we let her go?" she asked. I nodded. We'd made enough progress
for one day.

**** Chapter 4:

We worked on Jenny the next day, too. In addition to telling her
what poses to take and to be licked again, we played her videos
of other girls getting licked by their dogs, or giving them
blowjobs, to show that it was totally normal. Jenny thought the
dog's dick looked disgusting and didn't want to put it in her
mouth, so we decided to give it a little more time before we
pushed the issue.

Erin and I worked together, but we weren't always working side by
side. Mom was home too often for that to be the case. However,
we'd come up with a solution where, even when we were in our own
separate rooms, we were still together. I let Erin have access to
Jenny's feed on her own computer, so we could both watch it at
once, and meanwhile we would have a video chat going in another
window to watch each other. Even when we weren't working on
Jenny, we had that window open, allowing us to see one another at
a moment's effort, and we could flash each other or masturbate
together while our Mom was unaware. It was a lifeline between us.

I felt a little self-conscious at first about appearing like
that, even to my sister, though I tried not to let it show. Erin,
however, liked being on video... she was a bit of a tease, which
was probably why she wound up on the camwhore sites to begin
with. Now that we were open with each other, she became like me,
liking to collect videos, mainly of us together. We filmed
ourselves fucking one afternoon, on her camera phone, and she
gave me a copy.

We also used her phone to film her first facial. It started as a
blowjob, a great blowjob. She was only comfortably able to go
down about halfway on my shaft, but with the way she used her
hand on the other half and teased the head of my penis with her
tongue, I had no complaints about that. When I was ready to cum,
I warned her and, with the phone I was using to film in one of my
hands, watched as she tilted her head back and lay my cock on the
side of her face, then slid down to give it a gentle kiss, all
while continuing to pump the bottom half with her hand. I shot
off right when she kissed and little trails of cum ran up her
face, mostly on her cheek but with a few glob on her nose and
lips. She licked her lips and "mmm"ed softly.

She told me later that the reality didn't really live up to the
fantasy. She said she liked how it made her feel dirty, and
really liked the video of it when we watched it. "It makes me
look like a real porn star!" she said with amusement, but then
confessed, "I'd rather have it inside me than on my face. And
it's less mess." I had to agree. While there was something
beautiful about watching her covered in my sperm, that couldn't
compare to knowing it was going directly down her throat, or in
her pussy.

I got to do that almost every day. The days I went without, there
was often a greater purpose behind it. Like the day Erin went to
Jenny's house after school. It was part of her scheme to have
Jenny start blackmailing her. I watched, safe in my own room,
while doing some homework. They didn't spend all their time in
Jenny's room, and so there were long gaps without any action on
the camera, and even when they were there, girl talk can often be
boring.

Erin wasn't the only one there with Jenny. Jenny's sister Claire,
who looked like she was trying to be a carbon copy of Jenny
herself, except only nine years old, and wearing the glasses
Jenny had given up, kept popping in and trying to tag along
wherever they went, despite their efforts to get rid of her to
have more adult girl talk.

Another girl from Erin's school, a Chinese girl named Winnie, was
also there that day. I didn't know her, but she was slim, taller
than Jenny or Erin, but more flat-chested than either of them.
She dressed in a tight red skirt. She would have been cute, but
she had a habit of screwing up her face in an ugly sneer every
time she found something disagreeable, which happened a lot.

More than the sneer itself, probably, it was the fact that it
seemed too often to be directed at Erin. It soon became clear
that Erin and Winnie were not friends, or not close ones. Erin
tried to be nice, but it looked like Winnie resented her being
there, and would snap peevishly at her regularly.

When Erin expressed an opinion on boots Jenny was thinking of
buying with money from her recent birthday, Winnie told her,
"Like you know what you're talking about, fashion's one of those
things you still have to learn. No offense." Erin still tended to
wear boyish clothes, jeans and shirts, and rarely name brands of
those, while the others were a lot more more fashion conscious.

Another time, Erin asked whether they thought some pop star was
gay. It was right in line with the rest of their gossiping and
should have gotten a simple exchange of opinions, but instead,
Winnie snapped, "You're the big super brain of the class, why
don't you figure it out yourself?"

There were a number of other, similar incidents, where Winnie
would lash out at Erin for no good reason. Jenny was nicer,
rarely giving Erin even a snarky remark, but never went that
extra step to tell her friend to stop being a jerk, and sometimes
she laughed uncertainly at a cruel barb of Winnie's.

Erin always deflected the attacks with sheepish smile, or
sometimes by pretending she never heard, but watching on the
sidelines, I raged quietly. I couldn't help but think that if
Winnie wanted to act like a bitch, maybe we should teach her to
fuck a dog, too.

My sister must have been thinking along similar lines. While
Winnie and Jenny were trying on different types of eyeliner in
the bathroom, Erin played with Lucky on Jenny's bed. She grinned
at the webcam, guessing that I was watching, and rubbed the dog
between his legs until he had a visible erection. "Ew, Jenny!"
she cried out. "Your dog's got a boner and he keeps licking me."

Both girls came back into the room to look. "He probably thinks
you're a dog. No offense," Winnie said, but then laughed. "Oh my
god, look at it. It's gross."

Lucky started walking towards Jenny, who was blushing beet red
and couldn't speak. The dog hopped up on her, putting his paws on
her boobs, his furry penis swinging in the air, pointing at her.

"No, I don't think he thinks I'm a dog," Erin said. "He must like
humans, not dogs. If he was interested in a first class bitch,
surely he would have gone for you."

Winnie's mouth hung open. "What did you say?" Erin just smiled, a
confident smile, but didn't repeat herself.

Before Winnie could strike back with a retort, Jenny pushed Lucky
away, and made it to the door of her room, where she yelled out
her sister's name. The little girl came running, eager to be
included at last. "Take Lucky outside to play in the backyard?"
she asked. Claire frowned, but tugged him by the collar until he
was out of the room. "Sorry," she said once he was gone. "He gets
like that sometimes. Sometimes he just tries to hump anything
that moves."

"Just like a guy," Winnie said. "It was kind of funny, though."

"Maybe you should have just let Winnie take care of him," Erin
said to Jenny. "I've heard her people don't have a problem
putting dog penis in their mouth."

"What?" Winnie yelled. "Is that some kind of racist Chinese
joke!?"

"No," Erin said, seeming to be cowed. "I'm sorry, you must have
misunderstood. I never meant anything racist, I promise. Chinese
people are great." Then her expression changed, darker, more
serious. "I've just heard your family sucks a lot of dog cock. No
offense."

I almost cheered at that, but got frightened when Winnie lurched
forward, "Oh, it's on now, bitch." I was watching it on a screen.
I couldn't do anything to prevent it, although I instinctively
began putting on my shoes so I could run out at any time.

Erin danced out of the way of Winnie's initial lunge, and hopped
on Jenny's bed to make her second attempt harder to pull off.
"Guys, don't fight," Jenny cried.

"She started it," Erin pointed out. "She's been mean to me all
day. What, you can dish it out but you can't take it?"

"You think you're so smart," Winnie said. "Let's see how smart
you are with your hair pulled out."

"That's what this is all about isn't it? So what, I get better
grades than you. Boo-fucking-hoo. Try harder or deal with it,
don't be such a big baby."

I was practically out the door, ready to run down there and save
her, when the situation defused itself. "Guys!" Jenny yelled.
They stopped. "This is my house. If you can't get along I'm not
going to let either of you come here again."

Winnie no longer looked quite so ready to kill, and Erin didn't
seem to be in danger. I was pleased, and even liked Jenny a
little more. Not enough to want to stop our plans for her, but I
thought maybe I'd judged her too harshly. At least she tried to
be nice. "Now, I want both of you to say sorry for the things you
said."

Erin apologized first. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I
did about your family. I just wanted to make you mad."

Winnie sighed, her pride seemingly satisfied by Erin apologizing
first. "I'm sorry too. Truce?"

"Fine," Erin said, but she looked right into the camera, and I
knew it wasn't the whole story. If there was one thing I'd
learned about my sister recently, it was that she could hold a
grudge.

They finished playing with their makeup and the atmosphere seemed
a little tense, but not hostile, and then went downstairs, out of
the view or even the hearing range of the webcam. I saw them
briefly once more, as Winnie and Erin came up to retrieve some
things they left in the room before they went home, and even the
tension seemed to have evaporated.

The moment Jenny was alone, I contacted her as the Blackmailer.
It was important to do it after Erin had just left, so she would
never suspect it was her friend behind things. "That was quite a
fight there earlier," I sent her in a message window. Jenny
shrugged when she read it. I continued, "I guess Lucky was too
impatient to wait for them to go away before he got to play with
you."

She smiled genuinely. I think she was relieved to have someone
she could talk about it with. "Oh my God, that was so
embarrassing! I just about died!"

"Don't worry, I don't think your friends suspected anything. I
like them, though. They're feisty. What are their names?"

**** Chapter 5:

A few days later, Jenny paid an after-school visit to our house.
She had a burned DVD that she was supposed to run on Erin's
computer... she wasn't computer savvy enough to have her own USB
key. I said hello to her in passing, but had plans to be out of
the house... we wanted to make sure Jenny felt comfortable enough
to carry out her instructions, and if she thought another person
might walk in on her, she might chicken out. As the Blackmailer
I'd "chosen" Erin to target next, while hinting Winnie might come
later.

At first, Jenny had been a little hesitant to involve somebody
else, but after I told her that I would be requiring less of her
time if I had another toy to play with, and also that I might let
her suggest some things to make Erin do, she was more interested.
I guess our family wasn't the only one with a weakness to the
allure of power. She immediately began suggesting that I make
Erin lick her pussy.

My sister laughed when she read that, then even more a few days
later when we played Jenny a clip of Erin "forced" to masturbate
for the Blackmailer. Jenny began rubbing herself while watching
the video, stroking her pussy gently over the star-spangled
panties she wore. "I knew she was gay for me," Erin said.

"I don't think she's gay," I pointed out, "She seems to like
doing it with Kirk."

"That reminds me," Erin said. "Are we going to make him do
anything?"

We'd gotten a few videos of Kirk and Jenny together, but I hadn't
thought of trying to blackmail him with anything, and this was
the first Erin brought it up. "You want to?"

"Well, he's a bad person, right? I mean, he tried to go after
your sister. Isn't that bad for friends to do?"

"I guess. I can't think of anything I want him to do, though." I
sudden, chilling thought struck me. "Do you want to make him do
something with you?" She might have been okay with me fucking
other girls, and I was okay with her trying things with a dog,
but I experienced a rush of jealousy at the thought of her with a
guy, any guy.

"No," she said, filling me with relief. "I just wondered. Maybe
we'll think of something later. He's on my list."

"You have a list?"

She gave me a sweet, innocent smile. "Not a real list, like, not
on paper or anything. I just keep track of people we have
something on, or who've been bad."

"Who else is on the list?" I asked.

"Nobody you know, I think."

"What about Winnie?" I asked. "She seemed like a big bitch to you
last week."

"Oh," Erin said, her smile turning downright devilish in an
instant. "She's definitely on my list. But let's focus on Jenny,
first." She leaned forward to type, and asked Jenny to bring her
dog in so it could lick her, and suggested she "pretend it's
Erin."

Jenny seemed to be pretty eager to do that, and within a minute
or two we were watching Jenny sitting on her bed facing the
camera, her legs spread apart, with a dogs head licking
obediently, while she pet his head. Her little stomach seemed to
twitch in reaction with every lick of doggy tongue up her cunt.

You wouldn't think seeing a dog eat out a thirteen-year-old girl
would get old, but I'd seen it before, and I had an even hotter
twelve-year-old right beside me. She had her hands in her
panties, eyes transfixed on the screen. It hadn't gotten old for
my sister, it seemed.

I wanted to act, though, not just watch. "Lucky's given me an
idea," I said, and slipped off the chair and onto my knees. She
knew what I was going for right away, and pushed back a little to
allow me room. She was wearing a skirt. It used to be that Erin
only wore jeans and pants, but since we started making love, she
wore skirts more often. I liked this development, because it let
me look at her beautiful legs, and it gave me easier access to
other parts I liked. All it took was a little flip and the skirt
rested on her belly.

Beneath her skirt she was wearing panties with hearts and monkeys
on them, and I grabbed the waistband and started to pull down.
She helped me out by lifting her ass off the seat to let me slide
the back out from under her. Once her panties were off, she
spread her legs open, just enough to get my head in, at first,
and, when I got closer, she leaned back, swung her legs back, and
rested her knees on my shoulders.

I've heard a lot of guys don't like eating pussy, but I do. Or
maybe my sister just has an exceptional pussy. It's all tight and
closed in, and just so cute that even if it didn't make me horny,
I could stare at it for hours.

But why stare when you could kiss and lick and probe with your
fingers? It was already a little wet, from her taking care of
herself, and I used my thumbs to spread it apart, and the little
hood popped out, and I took a breathless look at her clit and the
much wetter pink zone inside.

I only looked for a moment, then began a series of soft, long
licks along the edges, getting close to the clit but not often
reaching it. Teasing was better. When I did go for the clit, it
was more often than not with a kiss than a lick.

From the speakers behind me, I heard Jenny giving truncated
little moans as her dog licked her and suddenly decided to make
it something of a competition for myself... I wanted to make my
sister cum before the dog made Jenny. Since he'd had a head
start, I needed to step up my pace.

My tongue went from slow long licks to fast darting movements. I
thrust forward, sticking my tongue as far inside her hole as I
could and wiggled it all around, while my nose rubbed against her
clit. Erin squealed in delight and rose her ass from the chair to
grind against me. In between breaths, she exclaimed, "Somebody's
an eager beaver today!"

Of course, but it was her beaver that made me eager. I kept it
up, an intense pace, sometimes adding my fingers to play a little
in her hole while I sucked on her clit, making her moan, when I
heard other, tinny moans that told me I'd lost my little
competition. I slowed down. Jenny had already cum, so I might as
well savor.

Erin leaned forward to reach over my head, grabbed the keyboard
and rested it on her belly to type something in. I couldn't tell
what it was, just assumed it was another order for Jenny to
follow. I continued licking, trying once again to bring Erin to a
slow boil. Every once in a while she would type something else,
making me try harder. If she was able to type, I didn't have
enough of her attention. Every one of her "mmms" or little
giggles when I hit a good spot was like music to my ears, every
new typed message a failure.

"Eww, that's gross," I heard from the speakers. It was Jenny.

I stopped for a moment, curiosity getting the better of me.
"What's gross?" I asked.

Erin let out a groan of frustration. "I really don't want you to
stop," she said. "But you've really got to see this, Andrew."

I turned my head back, but from my angle the screen was too dark
to see what was going on. So, reluctantly, I left Erin's pussy
behind and stood up. There, you could see a close-up of Lucky,
Jenny's dog, and his penis. Jenny must have put the camera on the
ground. The dog's dick was out, erect, red with lots of ugly
veins and looking like some kind of horror monster.

And little Jenny was down on her hands and knees, licking it. It
wasn't an easy operation, the dog kept trying to hump the air,
but Jenny did her best to keep up with it, her tongue lapping up
on the beast's dick. I instinctively checked to be sure, but of
course Erin had made sure we were recording. "Wow," I said.

"Put it in your mouth and suck," Erin typed, and then looked to
me. "If this is as hot for you as it is for me, you can finish
inside me." She stood up, pushed the chair back along my floor
with one foot, and bent over slightly then, with one hand,
reached back to pull her skirt towards her and expose her ass.

I maneuvered myself behind her, grabbing her blue skirt, and
beneath it, her hips, centering the head of my penis at her
little pussy lips. Already slick, they parted for me with only a
little resistance, and I sank inside her while watching what
Jenny was doing over the shoulder. She'd gotten the head of
Lucky's dick in her mouth, sucking the weird pointy tip. Then the
dog thrust his hindquarters forward and she lost it.

It was incredibly arousing to watch her doing that... not the act
itself, which was a little gross, but the fact that it was
incredibly messed up, and that we had made that happen. We had
made a girl try to suck off her dog.

I banged into my sister from behind slowly, because I didn't want
to cum, not yet. I wanted to enjoy her and make her enjoy it. I
made a decision, and closed my eyes, sacrificing the deliciously
fucked up sight of Jenny and her dog because it would make me
shoot my load too fast. I would be better able to last longer if
I kept my eyes closed, and we were recording it. The combination
of that sight, my sister's moans, and her tight cunt squeezing my
dick would have me cumming right away. As it was, I had to think
about math homework to keep from emptying my load immediately.

A few minutes later, Erin's moans of pleasure became a stream of
filthy talk, making my job even more difficult. "Yeah, that's
right, keep sucking on your little dog's dick. Pretty soon we're
going to fuck you with it. I bet you'll like that won't you, you
little slut."

I next heard a whine, I wasn't sure if it was an animal, or one
of the two girls, and pretty soon I was ready to cum, so I
pounded Erin as fast and hard as I could in those last few
seconds. She moaned and tensed up, and either came just before
me, or faked it.

"Ewww," Jenny said. "He squirted in me..." I opened my eyes.
Jenny was wiping some clear goo off her fingers.

Erin grinned at me. "I bet we're less than a week away from
making her a bitch, literally."

**** Chapter 6:

She was right. It wasn't even a week. It was three days, although
I think Erin might have pushed for it the very next day if things
had worked out, but we didn't get a chance. That day, Winnie went
over to Jenny's house after school, and stayed until long after
supper. Since we agreed we couldn't risk making her fuck a dog
while her parents were home, we didn't do anything to Jenny that
night except make her masturbate and show her more dog sex videos
we'd found on the net (there's a site for EVERYTHING).

The day after that, Erin had to stay after school to take some
kind of special test. I don't know why they couldn't have done it
during school hours. I missed her as I sat at home alone. It was
stupid, I saw her every day, fucked her almost every day, but I
still missed her. Not just the sex. I impulsively decided that
I'd walk her home after she did her test, just to talk, about
every day things, like how the test went (she did well), and how
school was (a guy in her class got detention for swearing at a
teacher).

I even carried her books home, because she had a pretty big load.
I only spared a short glance at them, they seemed a little dry
for my tastes. Kind of weird stuff for a girl her age, but she
liked reading above her age level. I remember one was called "The
Elegant Universe", another was "The Selfish Gene", there was a
book on Math that wasn't a class textbook, and, wedged in between
them all, a little book called "The Prince". I smiled privately
at the last one. It was cute, even after all the weird stuff we
did, that my sister loved little romantic fantasy stories. I was
going to comment on it, but she asked me about how my day went
and gave me her shy little smile and all I could think of was how
lucky I was that she loved me and how sweet it was, just spending
time together.

I think I liked those moments, the quiet moments when we weren't
freaky perverts blackmailing a girl together, more than anything
else. It felt normal. The only thing that would have felt more
normal was if I could have held her hand, like we were the couple
we were in my heart. I always felt good after those times when it
was just the two of us, whether it was enjoying a walk together
or having her sleep in my arms.

After our monster times, blackmailing Jenny, I felt bad. During,
it felt incredible, but after, I felt extremely guilty and was
filled with moments of self-loathing. I think I would have given
it up eventually if Erin had not enjoyed it so much. She never
told me she felt guilty, and I never shared my feelings with her.
I sometimes wondered if maybe she secretly felt the same as I
did, but it was this shared perversion that got us back together
after our first fight, and she really seemed to enjoy the idea of
making Jenny fuck her dog.

The day had come where she would finally get her wish. It was an
ordinary day. I got off a boring day of school, Erin beat me home
and met me at the door with a kiss, thrusting her tongue in my
mouth. I held her tight, asked how her day was, and then we
exchanged a few stories about what went on at our respective
schools. I asked if she wanted to watch TV, but she shook her
head and we soon went up to my room.

Jenny wasn't there right away, but it didn't take long, so we
played our usual role as the Blackmailer, getting her to strip
for us, then play with herself, then call her dog in to lick her
pussy.

Jenny seemed to be getting into it, as she usually did, and Erin
called up a dogfucking video to play for her while she was
enjoying the sensations of Lucky's long dog tongue slobbering
away inside her hole. When Jenny started rubbing herself a little
between licks, Erin pounced forward in her seat and typed, in big
bold letters, "STOP NOW."

Jenny didn't see it right away, but when she did, she seemed
disappointed. "But he's not finished," she whined.

"That means she hasn't cum yet," Erin told me, as though I didn't
already know. She typed a command to start rubbing Lucky's dick,
get it erect so that it came out of the furry part. Jenny
complied like a good little camslave, but looked into the camera
and said, "You're going to make me put him in my mouth again,
aren't you? That's gross."

"No. Don't worry," Erin typed. She grinned as she typed. "We
won't be doing that this time."

Soon Lucky's gross, pointed, red-pink dick was out and waging
around, like a second tail. He kept taking little half steps
forward with his hind legs, like he was ready to hump but didn't
know where he should.

Erin typed, "Now I want you to get on your hands and knees and
point your ass at Lucky."

"Oh..." Jenny said, clearly puzzled. Then she said, with added
significance, "Oh!" She had an anxious look on her face. She'd
seen enough bestiality videos thanks to us to know what that
usually meant. "I don't know if I want to do that either. Can we
do something else, please?"

Erin looked to me, as though I was the expert. "Andrew? Can I
push her or do we need more time?"

"Remember the last thing that made her really freak out?"

Her grin turned wicked and she typed. "If you wanted, we could
cut your hair really short instead. I really do want to see you
like that. Which would you prefer?"

Jenny's expression of fear was almost comical. "No!" she said.

"No, not my hair! I'll fuck a dog for you but leave me my
precious hair," Erin mocked, and I couldn't help laugh. I started
to say something back, but she shushed me.

Jenny was getting in position. We both watched, fascinated. "He
might not go for it right away," I said.

"I bet he will." Lucky hadn't, but he was sniffing around Jenny's
butt. She twitched as his cold nose touched her pussy. He began
licking her again. "No, stupid dog," Erin whined, as though she
could be heard. "Get on top."

Then, suddenly, he did. Lucky hopped up, putting his paws on
Jenny's back. They immediately slipped off, making Jenny yelp in
pain from the scrape of the claws, and then just dangled limply
off her sides. Lucky lurched forward again, his body forcing the
girl down into almost a bow, face towards the ground, ass in the
air. He humped forward, his furry belly slapping up against
Jenny's butt, but it looked like his cock wasn't going inside.

I noticed Erin was squeezing her thighs together. I had a bulge
in my pants and was starting to rub it while I began mentally
willing Lucky to find the hole.

After another few awkward thrusts, we could tell Lucky sank home
into Jenny's pussy because she groaned in sudden surprise. I
thought it was pleasured surprise, but I couldn't be sure. Once
inside, Lucky's thrusts became less awkward and tentative and
more regular, like a jackhammer, in and out, in and out. At
first, it looked as though Lucky was doing all the work, but a
minute or two into it we could see Jenny bucking back against
him. "Yeah, you like that, don't you," Erin said.

"I think she does," I supplied, rubbing my dick. "She likes being
her dog's bitch."

Lucky made yowling sounds as he continued to pound into her, and
Jenny seemed to repeat "Ah, ah, ah, ah," over and over again.
Suddenly, Jenny looked scared. "No, don't squirt in me," she
said, and tried to pull away, but Lucky and Jenny yelped in
unison as she tried.

"The knot must be inside her," I said with wonder. I really
wished I didn't have to be watching it all through a webcam view,
or that I could direct the action. I would have loved to see a
close-up of that. Instead I had to watch the dog seem to lose
interest in humping, but be unable to move away either.

"Get off me you dumb dog," Jenny said. "You're done, get out,"
and she tried again to push him off, but she couldn't pull
herself free either. "How long are you going to stay like this?"

Erin cracked up, and I couldn't help but join her. Finally, Lucky
was able to slip free, his dick flopping out behind her and he
turned away, dripping stuff on the floor. Erin told Jenny to
start masturbating again, and asked her how it felt.

"Weird. He's bigger than Kirk, it was nice inside me, but the fur
is weird. And his cum's warmer I think."

"Would you do it again?"

"I guess, if you wanted me to. But not all the time, okay?"

She didn't answer for a while... it seemed like she was wrestling
with what answer to give. Finally Erin typed, "Okay. We're done
for today. You can finish yourself off if you want, but you don't
have to."

Jenny said thanks, and continued to touch herself. I leaned over
the back of the chair to give Erin a hug. "So, was it everything
you wanted?" I asked.

"It was pretty cool," she said. "I can't believe we actually did
it." Her voice sounded happy, but there was a tone of false cheer
in it.

"But?" I ventured.

"I was hoping she'd enjoy it more," she admitted sadly.

I was more relieved at the admission than I expected. "That's
good," I told her as I embraced her tightly for a moment. "We're
not complete monsters. I want her to enjoy it too. I think she
did like it, it was just new." She was certainly masturbating
like somebody who was turned on, her fingers dipping furiously in
and out of the puddle of dog cum left inside her. "We can try it
a few more times and if she doesn't start to like it, we'll stop.
We'll have the videos forever, anyway."

"Okay," she said.

The silence stretched out. "Do you think it's something you want
to try yourself?"

She swiveled around to me. Her eyes were tearing up. "Yes. At
least once. What's wrong with me?"

I met her, face to face, staring in her eyes. "Nothing," I said,
firmly. "You're the girl I love. Maybe you're a little weird, but
if you weren't, we'd never be together. Weird is good. If you
want to try fucking a dog, I'll be there to hold the leash and
make sure he doesn't hurt you."

With a blink, her tears faded, evaporating on the lashes and
never actually falling. She sniffed. "Actually for my plan to
work you can't be there the first time, you have to play the
Blackmailer."

"You already have a plan?" I asked.

"I have lots of plans. Right now my plan is for you to fuck me
before Mom gets home." Erin took me by the hand and pulled me to
the bed. We did it doggy-style, of course. What did you expect?

**** Chapter 7:

It took a few more days for Erin to put her new plan into action.
I came home to an empty house and went to my usual place, my
room. Erin wouldn't be home. She went to Jenny's.

As far as Jenny was concerned, she would be getting her reward
today, Erin would be "forced" to eat her pussy until she came.
We'd discussed it in advance, and even though Erin's bisexual
fantasies revolved more around being the recipient of oral sex,
she didn't have a problem with returning the favor. She'd also be
"forced" to fuck Lucky, although we had a prearranged signal so
she could back out at any time, and I, as the Blackmailer, would
ask for something else. Whatever happened, I was sure it was
going to be a good show.

They weren't there when I started the camera, but it didn't take
very long before first Erin, then Jenny entered. Erin flopped on
the bed, while Jenny dealt with her little sister who was right
outside the door. "I don't care," Jenny said. "You can't hang out
with us. Go to your friend next door."

"I can't, she has a piano lesson."

"Well you can't bother us either. Go downstairs and watch a movie
or something. Or better yet go play outside. If you try to bug us
I'll tell Dad you were surfing porn."

"I was not," her sister cried indignantly.

"Yeah, but he'll believe me. So go."

"You are so mean."

Erin got off the bed and said, "Look, we just need some time to
ourselves. I promise we'll let you hang with us sometime soon,
okay? But we really need to do something and we need to be alone,
okay? Can you find something to do?"

"Well," she said, drawing the word out over several seconds. "I
guess I could go to Amy's for a while, even though she's a big
baby sometimes."

"I'm sure she's not that bad."

"You promise we'll do something fun soon?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye." She
smiled as she made the appropriate hand gestures.

"Okay."

"Would you just get out already?" Jenny yelled.

Her sister sighed. "I wish you were my sister," she said to Erin
pointedly, then left.

"She can be such a brat sometimes," Jenny said when she was gone.

"She's not so bad."

"You're saying that because you don't have to live with her.
You're so lucky you have an older brother."

"I am," she said, and I felt a warm glow. I leaned back to grab
my drink, a bottle of Pepsi, from one of my shelves and had a
sip. On the screen, both girls sat down together on the bed.

"What's it like having your brother fuck you?" Jenny asked. I
nearly did a spit take, and did choke on some of it. "Isn't it
weird?"

The question shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. I knew
Erin was going to tell Jenny that the Blackmailer made her fuck
me, and then started blackmailing me, too, so we'd keep doing it.
I just hadn't expected it to have already happened.

"It was at first, but it's actually really great. I feel so safe
with him, and he's really good, too. Andrew's so caring, he
always makes sure I cum. His thing's way bigger than Kirk's."

"Aren't you afraid he'll get you pregnant?"

She shrugged. "Are you afraid you'll have puppies?"

Jenny sat up straight like she's received an electric shock. "Can
that happen?" ' Erin laughed. "No, silly, it's impossible." She
fell forward, collapsing once again into a fit of giggles. "How
can you not know that?"

Jenny seemed a little miffed. "We're not all super-brains like
you."

"Sorry. It can't happen. And I'm not worried about my brother
getting me pregnant, either. We're protected." There was a pause
of a few seconds, before she asked, "Do you like fucking your
dog?"

"I don't know," Jenny said. I could tell she was embarrassed,
although whether it was from having to answer the question to her
friend or from fears the Blackmailer might be listening, I wasn't
sure. She didn't go into more detail than that.

Just remembering her with the dog was getting me hard again, so I
decided it was time. I instructed the program to call up a
message window on Jenny's computer. "Hello girls," it read. "It's
nice to see the two of you together."

Jenny was tense at first, but then Erin waved and said "Hi," and
she did likewise, relaxing a little.

"I see you've already told each other about what you've been
doing," I sent. "That's good. I hope we're going to have some
more fun today. Why don't you both get naked for me?"

They stood up together, but Erin took the lead, starting up a
slow strip-tease with lots of dance-like movements to the sound
of the soft music playing in the background. Jenny got the hint
and followed along. When they got down to bra and panties, Jenny
flashed her tits, then covered them again and wiggled her butt
for the camera. Erin hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her
Sponge Bob panties and flashed her pussy. She turned,
deliberately, to give Jenny a look at it without being too
obvious about it. Jenny was more obvious in taking a glance.

Erin then bent down and removed her panties totally while I
watched from behind. Jenny followed suit, copying the same
maneuver. They both then unhooked their bras, took them off, and
turned around, baring themselves completely. For a while, they
danced close together, almost grinding each other, but staying
shy of touching except, occasionally, when their breasts
collided, and when the song that was playing ended I asked them
to stand beside one another for me and just pose.

Jenny looked hot, with respectable sized breasts and a more
pronounced figure overall, but even after all this time, it was
still Erin that made my heart beat faster whenever I looked at
her. That mix of the familiar face I've known all my life and her
tiny, nude body turned me on like no one else.

"Very nice," I typed. Jenny came close to the screen and read it
for Erin. "Now sit on your bed, facing the camera, and I want you
both to play with pussies."

I watched, my dick straining against my jeans as they sat down,
spread their legs wide, and began rubbing themselves. Erin stuck
two of her small fingers directly into her hole and worked them
in and out rapidly, taking occasional timeouts just to rub the
edges. Jenny, meanwhile, seemed to prefer rubbing directly around
the clit in a circular motion. I felt like joining them in the
masturbation party, but I knew much more erotic things were to
come so I didn't want to waste my orgasm.

I let them work on themselves for a few minutes before I sent the
next message. Jenny stopped masturbating and went to the screen ,
then read it off for Erin as she sat back down. "He wants us to
rub each other, now."

Erin knew that was coming, but she did a great job of acting a
bit surprised and uncomfortable. "Oh. Okay." There was an awkward
moment as both tried to get their arms past each other without
bumping, but then they each had one hand on each other's mounds.

Jenny performed mostly the same type of movements on Erin as she
did on herself, but Erin rubbed more up and down the slit instead
of inside. "Wow, you're really wet."

Jenny got defensive, as though it was a criticism. "So are you,"
she said, lowering her hand to the hole.

"Yeah, I know," she said casually. She took her fingers out of
the slit and rubbed along the sides, forcing Jenny's pussy open
and closed without actually touching it, and giving me a show. I
was watching that so I almost missed it when Erin, staring at the
camera, licked her lips subtly. It was a signal.

I leaned forward to open a new message window. "Since you girls
both seem to be enjoying touching each other, why don't we go a
step farther? I want one of you to lick the other's pussy until
she has an orgasm."

After a few seconds, Jenny got up to look at it, and relayed it
to Erin. "Which one?" Erin asked warily.

She knew which one. So did Jenny. We'd discussed it the night
before. Jenny just didn't know Erin knew. "I'll flip a coin," I
typed. "Heads Erin licks, tails Jenny licks. And it's heads."

Erin acted disappointed, but the real disappointment was mine,
even though the coin toss was rigged. I'd have rather seen Jenny
forced to lick Erin's beautiful little pussy and make her cum.
But Jenny wanted Erin to eat her out, and Erin told me the
previous night, "If we give Jenny what she wants, she's more
likely to keep doing what we want."

"Are you sure you're not going to be uncomfortable licking her
pussy?" She said she was a little into girls, but I wanted to be
sure... I didn't want her to do something she didn't want.

"I don't think so." She shrugged. "I've done it before,
remember." It was as part of a Truth-or-Dare game I witnessed
before Erin learned I was her Blackmailer... but it only lasted a
short time, and Jenny didn't cum. "I don't mind, if it gets us
what we want. Or if it just turns you on to watch it." She had
her hand on my dick and grinned. "I guess it does."

So, I'd told Jenny that I would make Erin eat her out, and today,
we were about to deliver. "Sit on the computer chair and spread
your legs, so I can get a really good look."

Jenny looked to Erin, and said, "I don't like it either, but we
have to do what he says."

"Such a liar," I muttered. The moment the previous night that we
promised her we'd make Erin lick her until she came, her hands
went right into her panties without even being asked.

Once Jenny was seated in her chair, Erin kneeled between her
legs. I had Jenny adjust the webcam until I had a good look at
both of them at once, and told them to start. Erin began
tentatively, sticking her tongue out like she was licking an ice
cream and bobbing her head up and down over the slit, getting the
whole mound slick with saliva. She closed her eyes after the
first few seconds, but then she'd have the video to look back on
it later if she wanted. Then, after a while, Erin began to use
her tongue more deftly, sweeping it from side to side in Jenny's
hole, flicking the little bit of pink flesh that poked out back
and forth as she did. Jenny mostly just sat, keeping her legs
spread, but she let out soft gasps every so often.

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, and began stroking it as
I imagined being there, fucking Erin from behind as she licked. I
wanted to masturbate and get off to this because otherwise I knew
that I wouldn't be able to resist masturbating to what would come
next, and that felt more wrong somehow.

I came first, squirting into a pair of Erin's panties. They were
light blue, and had a repeating pattern of a monkey with a halo
and wings, and the words "Little Angel" front and center. She
gave the panties to me, said she liked the idea of me using them
if she couldn't be there. As I watched Jenny begin to grip the
arms of her chair with white knuckles, I rubbed my pearly-white
seed along the inside of the crotch, leaving a few thick big,
viscous globs. Erin said she was going to change into them when
she got home.

Once I was done I watched Erin eat Jenny to her own orgasm a few
minutes later. She gave off a soft, whimpering moan, like she was
trying to contain it, but she couldn't hide the shaking of her
legs. Erin licked on for another minute before Jenny finally let
her off the hook by saying, "I'm done."

Erin stood, they adjusted the camera again, and she looked right
into it and gave me a close-up of her face, showing her teeth and
braces. I could also see the streaks of Jenny's wetness on her
face. "What do you want us to do now?" Erin asked brightly.

"Are you still horny, Erin?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess," she said.

"Do you want a tongue in your pussy?" It was another of our
signals. If she said, "Yeah, I want Jenny to lick me too," I'd
order that. If she said, "I'd rather just touch myself," I'd
order that. She chose the third option.

"Fair is fair."

"Fair is fair, I repeated. Jenny, I want you to get your dog.
It's time you learned to share."

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