JPEG Girl
by Anal King© 

According to Jeff, this girl's ass looks a lot like Julie's ass during the time of the story, except smaller in size

The following is an account submitted to me by a man who fucked his baby sister many years ago. Through weeks of e-mail correspondence with this stranger, I have gathered the necessary facts to write his sordid tale and bring it to my fans. For legal reasons, all names have been changed to protect those individuals who took part in the following events . . .  

Background

Julie is my eight-year-old sister. About two years ago, her body went through a radical change which took my parents and me completely by surprise. According to our family doctor, my sister was going through a hormonal condition which medical science likes to call "precocious puberty." For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means when a girl or a boy reaches puberty earlier than what is considered normal. The only reason why I know this is because my parents had a long educational talk with me, right after taking Julie for her check-up. Anyway, the doctor informed my mom and dad that medication was going to be necessary in order to delay further development of my sister's maturation. 

My parents weren't thrilled about Julie having to take medication at such an early age. However, once they weighed the pros and cons of our doctor's suggestion, they decided Julie should start taking the drugs; within two months into her treatment, the changes to her body gradually tapered off, until, one day, they eventually stopped all together. The weird thing about Julie's condition was that the changes were only confined to the area below her waist. What I mean is, my sister didn't fill out like the other little girls in our small, southern town. Unlike most adolescent girls who enter puberty with proud, budding breasts, Julie got stuck with a round heart-shaped ass that was a bit large for a kid her age. If you ask me, it was kind of freaky looking, but definitely in a sexy sort of way. Because of a deep arch in her lower back, Julie's butt shot straight out in defiance of gravity, much to the disappointment of my sister, since it earned her the nickname "Assy" at school. Despite this one abnormality, her shape resembled that of any other eight-year-old girl. 

Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Jeff Rhodes. I'm Julie's older brother by two years. And because of that, it's my responsibility to protect my sister whenever there's trouble. Anyway, I remember one day in particular when Julie and I were playing waffle ball at the local park. I noticed three boys similar in age to Julie, standing off to the side watching us play. They had their eyes locked on to my sister's butt. At the time, I didn't think anything of it because guys were always checking out my sister's ass. Sure it annoyed me, but after a while, you get used to it. Besides, I couldn't spend my days constantly fighting; a boy of ten is no match for every horn dog who wanted a piece of my sister. 

When I was set to pitch the ball, I told Julie to get ready. She gripped the bat just as I had taught her and arched her lower back. I pitched an easy underhand throw, which she smacked dead on. The ball whizzed by my left ear forcing me to avert my eyes. When I turned to fetch the ball, a loud yelp jerked my head back in Julie's direction. Those very same boys who had been watching us were now taking turns swatting my sister's ass. Before I could make my way across the field to clobber them, the little fuckers scampered away like mice over a hill. When I brought Julie home from the park that day, she was bawling her eyes out while sitting on my mother's lap. In between the sniffles and the stutters, my parents managed to get the whole story from her. Of course, the blame fell on me since I was the older brother who should've been more careful. You know how emotional parents get during these incidents. 

Well, after dinner that evening, mom allowed Julie to have an extra helping of apple pie to make up for what happened at the park today. While she was enjoying her treat, happily swinging her legs under the table, my mother looked across at me and gave me "the wink". The wink was her way of signaling me that once Julie finished her dessert, it was up to me to get my sister ready for her bath. Easier said than done, because if you knew anything about Julie, you knew that the one thing she hated most was taking baths. Every single night it was like an Olympic event trying to get her into the tub. I had to chase my sister all over the house—and I do mean all over. It really wasn't so bad except for the part when she'd turn around and kick me in the shins. That usually had me hopping in circles from the pain shooting up my leg, which gave Julie the time she needed to find a hiding spot. Fortunately for me, though, I would eventually find her in one of two places: either underneath her bed or in the hall closet. And since she wasn't in the hall closet, she had to be under her bed.

And sure enough, that's exactly where I found Julie tonight, with her little foot sticking out from under the bed partially concealed by the bedskirt. She hadn't heard me yet which was a good thing since it gave me the element of surprise. I tiptoed into her room and quickly snatched Julie by the ankle; she squealed, desperately clawing at the floor as I dragged her out into the open. I dropped down to one knee and picked my sister up and then tossed her over my shoulder which made me feel like some sort of caveman; Naturally, Julie thumped on my back demanding that I put her down.

When we got to the bathroom, I immediately shut the door and locked it before putting her down. I learned from experience that Julie had a tendency of running off when you least expect it. My mother was already in the bathroom leaning over the tub, adjusting the temperature of the water. Before we washed Julie, mom, as a routine, would inspect her panties to see if they were soiled. Julie didn't usually leave behind skid marks, but on certain days like today, when she felt like annoying mom, she'd leave several. My mom would shake her head in frustration and end up saying something like, "Oh Jules! How could you?" This would send my sister into a fit of giggles. And I have to admit, it got me laughing pretty hard as well.

Once we got her cleaned up and out of the tub, I'd hold Julie by the waist so my mom could thoroughly dry her. When it came time to pass the towel through her little crack, mom would have me spread Julie's Jell-O mounds apart. At the time I was doing this, I never understood why my penis would jerk from handling her baby buns. All I knew was that I liked the feeling—a lot. So much so, in fact, that I had to excuse myself and run to my room just to tug on my pecker. Nothing ever came out, though, as I was still too young to produce any cum. To be honest, if it weren't for my sister constantly prancing around in her snug little panties, I probably wouldn't have had any interest in the female form until another couple of years. Not that I'm complaining, of course.

During the next three years, life became much more difficult for both Julie and me. For one thing, she got bigger and sexier in the ass department, while I got into more fights defending her honor. And most of those fights were with Billy McGinty, who was our version of the neighborhood bully. He was a freckled faced, stocky little fuck with red hair and bad acne sprinkled across his forehead. Out of all the kids in my school, he was the only one brave enough to fondle my sister in public. I don't know how he did it, but whenever he wanted to feel Julie's ass up, he'd somehow get her alone, even if she happened to be with one of her girlfriends. I caught him a number of times pawing Julie's butt in the schoolyard or on the street. And Julie would do nothing to stop him. She'd just stand there with her mouth hanging open, looking into his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. My sister was so afraid of him; all she could do was cry while Billy squeezed her round ass till his heart's content.

When I'd catch him, which I never would have been able to do if it weren't for the other kids who liked to snitch on him, I’d clock him one on the jaw. I'd then tell Julie to run home while me and Billy got into it. He'd usually get in a couple of shots during our fights, but I was the one who always came out looking the better of the two. And when it was all over, he'd always say the same thing: "One day, Jeff, I'm going to have your sister's ass if it's the last thing I do. Just you wait and see," he threatened as he walked away flipping me both fingers. The thought had crossed my mind that Billy had a loose screw in his head. On top of Billy, I had to deal with other boys, too. They were mostly the ones who used to mercilessly tease Julie when they were younger. But now instead of teasing my sister they wanted to mercilessly fuck her. And . . . not only them but older men as well. 

Shit! It got to the point that if I turned my back on her for one second, just one second, there'd be a guy putting the moves on her. And let me tell you, these guys had balls! In broad daylight, they'd walk right up to Julie, tap her on the shoulder, and begin flirting. Some were old enough to be our father. Horny old men who used to sit in the park feeding pigeons would now approach my sister and whisper lewd invitations into her innocent ears. After enough encounters with these lustful men, Julie slowly began to understand the power she held over the male species—young and old alike. The funny thing is, you'd think the threat of doing jail time for child molestation or statutory rape would dissuade them from even trying. Nope! At whatever age, be it 11 or 60, if their cocks could fire spunk, they'd want in on Julie's ass.  

No doubt about it. Julie's ass is definitely a one of a kind. And everyone in the neighborhood knew it. I'd bet any amount of money if Julie parked that succulent ass of hers on any guy's face, he'd be on his knees in a second slapping an engagement ring on her finger before the words "will you marry me" were out of his mouth. It was really that bad!

Then . . . the shit really hit the fan when word of Julie's mouth-watering ass reached the ears of a rich and powerful businessman who went by the name of Jack Reynolds. He is, as I was to find out later from my father, the third richest man in our state and a real sleazebag to boot. And one with a reputation for getting what he wanted. Rumor had it that once he set his sights on something, he never quit until he got it. Never!

The Story

Class had just let out. And on my way home, I stopped at the local convenience store to buy a bottle of soda and a small bag of chips. I was heading toward the register when I overheard someone mention my sister's name. I paused, and then stepped into an aisle where two old timers were engaged in conversation. Pretending to search for an item on the shelf, I moved closer to where they were standing.

"You kiddin'me"?

"Absolutely not! I saw it with my own two eyes. His driver slowed the limo to a crawl and followed the Rhodes girl as she walked home," he said matter of factly.

"Did he say anything to her"?

"Nah! He just stuck his head out to get a better look at her swaying—you know what," he said with a chuckle.

"Think he'll take her away?"

"Dunno. But Karl better keep a watchful eye on his baby girl lest he plans on being a grandfather." After that, they both began laughing and hacking while slapping each other on the back.

Later that night, I told my dad what I'd heard at the convenience store. 

"Well, son. At least we know now that the vulture is in town. I don't want you mentioning this to your mom and especially to your sister," he emphasized.

"Okay, dad." I gave him a slight nod while he sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. The skin on his forehead wrinkled as he sat there deep in thought.

"Okay, Jeff. It looks like it's going to be up to us to keep a close eye on her. I know you like to hang out with your friends after school, but I need your help, son."

"That's alright, dad. Julie's safety is more important to me than hangin' out with my buddies," I replied in sincerity.

After our little talk, my dad put me on permanent baby-sitting duty. From this day forward, I was to keep a watchful eye on Julie, especially when she got out of school. If or when Mr. Reynolds should appear, I was to call either my dad or the police just in case I couldn't reach him. Well, it turns out we did such a good job guarding my little sister, Jack Reynolds had no choice but to come out from hiding and make a special appearance at our house. He literally banged on our front door one Saturday afternoon.

Thankfully, Julie wasn't around that day because, at the request of my father, mom had taken her to the doctor to get her on birth control pills. My father said he wasn't taking any chances.

I opened the door and found a man who looked to be in his forties smoking a fat stinking cigar. He was bald with narrow eyes that seemed to penetrate you as if he knew your deepest darkest secrets. "Boy, let me speak to your father," he demanded, in a booming voice. Just then, my dad came to the door and stepped in front of me.

"Jeff, go to your room," he said, with a tone I only heard him use whenever he was mad. And from the looks on his face, I knew he was plenty mad. I went to my room but kept the door open, so I could eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Mr. Rhodes. My name is—"

"I know who you are. What the hell do you want?" There was a long pause while both my father and Reynolds stared each other down. 

"I'm here on a business matter you could say. May I come in?"

"Whatever you have to say you can say it right from where you're standing." My dad curled his fingers into a fist ready to swing if it came down to that. The effect was not lost on Reynolds who decided to take a cautious step back. 

"I like you Mr. Rhodes. I really do; you're a man who speaks his mind. I can appreciate that. Well . . . let me get right to it then. You know why I'm here, and if you truly know who I am, then you know I always get what I want. So let's not fight the inevitable. I'm prepared to make your life very comfortable if you bring yourself to see things my way, Mr. Rhodes." 

"Listen you fucker and you listen good. If I even hear you've been sniffing around my Julie, I will come after you so help me God. I don't care what people say about you. I will end you!" The door slammed, rattling the house. And that, as they say, was that.

I sat on my bed trying to make sense of it all. I couldn't believe it! All this trouble for a girl who was only eleven! Weren't there older and prettier girls Reynolds could go after? I mean—C'mon! 

I stayed in my room the rest of the afternoon until mom and Julie got back from the clinic. Julie barged into my room and excitedly said, "Jeffy look." she was holding a rectangular card containing rows of pills covered in caramel colored foil, "I'm like a woman now. I'm all grown up," she giggled. 

"You're more than a woman," I murmured to myself. 

"What?"

"Oh . . . nothing. Just agreeing with you that you're a woman now. A beautiful one, too." I smiled at her because her smile was infectious. Julie blushed and then ran back to her room. 

Over the next two years, we heard nothing from Reynolds. Not a peep. Thank God for that. And Julie's thirteenth birthday had already come and gone. My dad let out a sigh of relief, confident the whole Reynolds affair was over. I, on the other hand, wasn't so sure. Call it a hunch. But I knew something wasn't quite right. 

But just to ease my doubts, I began to pay closer attention to Julie. As far as I could tell, she didn't behave any differently to me, except for that time a year ago when she was moody for a couple of weeks. Aside from that, Julie still dressed the same; she still went to her classes; and she still hung out with the same friends.

But if everything was so normal, why did I still have these suspicious thoughts nagging away at me? As a last ditch effort to really prove to myself that Reynolds had not gotten his slimy paws on my sister, I made it a point to thoroughly search Julie's room the next time she was out of the house.

The opportunity came sooner than I expected. The very next weekend, Julie decided to go out to Orange Blossom, our local mall, with her best friend Patty. I must've spent an hour and a half combing through all her junk, and I was ready to call it quits when suddenly, I hit pay dirt!

Hidden deep within her closet, toward the very back, I found a small, gray duffel bag. I've never seen this bag before so I assume Julie snuck it into the house. I took the bag out of the closet so I could get a better look at it. When I unzipped it, the first thing I saw was a black wooden box with a gilded rosebud painted on its center. Since there wasn't any locking mechanism that I could detect, it was easy enough to open the lid. Inside, there was a red booklet resting on top of a thin wooden board, which completely covered the contents of the box. I removed the booklet, read the five pages of text, and drooled over the color illustrations inside of it.

This is what the written portion of the booklet said:

ANAL DILATOR SET

The anal dilators are designed for graduated stretching of the anal muscle . . . the sizes start at 1-inch diameter and gradually increase to 2.5 inches. Their shape and design are very efficient in their ability to stretch slowly while achieving a surprising sensation! This set is a replica of a set from the early 1900's, even down to the type of box they are stored in! 

So Stretch . . . S-T-R-E-T-C-H . . . S__T__R__E__T__C__H   your way to the best anal sex possible!

May we suggest before using your "Anal Dilator Set" that you follow this preparatory routine each time you use our product:

1. Start by lying on your back in a warm bath or on your bed

2. Raise your knees towards your chest

3. With a clean finger covered in lubricant, apply gentle pressure to your anus while  
    moving your finger around in a circle to help relax the sphincter enough to be able to  
    insert one digit

4. Once the finger can be comfortably accommodated, begin to stretch the sphincter with circling motions inside the anus

5. After several sessions, it will be possible to insert another finger

6. After this, proceed using the "Anal Dilator Set" and most importantly—enjoy yourself!

________________________________________________________________________

When I removed the thin wooden board, I found five hard-plastic dicks varying in length and width. I inspected the largest one because I had a hard time believing my sister actually got this thing inside her ass. Wow! Just the thought of it made my prick push against the front of my sweat pants. Out of curiosity more than anything else, I brought it up to my nose and took a whiff, hoping to get some small remain of Julie's scent. My nostrils flared and twitched in anticipation but couldn't detect anything. She must've washed them after each use. 

I put the dildo back into the box and went through her bag once again and caught sight of a half empty bottle of Astroglide and a small, plastic tub. I pulled out the tub, unscrewed the cap, and saw what was left of a cream-colored wax; it had a pleasant piña colada fragrance to it. I screwed the cap back on and read the description on the bottom of the product. It said something about flavored lube used for rimming. I didn't know what rimming was so I put the tub back into the bag. But when I did, my knuckles scraped against something hard wrapped in cloth. I removed the square-shaped object and unwrapped it. I don't know why but I had a gut feeling this was going to be the mother of all finds. And sure enough, that's exactly what it was: 

A CD-R enclosed in a clear jewel case with the words "JULIE'S PICS" written across it!

A quick glance at my watch told me I had another three hours before Julie returned from the mall. I put the bag back into the closet where I found it, ran back to my room, and locked the door behind me. My computer was already on when I got there so all I had to do was insert the CD into the drive and begin looking through its contents.

I found the pics folder easy enough and opened it right up. I had to blink twice because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There must've been over a 1000 jpegs inside with filenames ranging from Julie's Ass to Julie Spreads Wide and other kinky stuff as well.

My hands shook in anticipation of what I might find if I double-clicked on any of the jpegs. There were so many to choose from which made it hard to decide on the one I wanted to see first. But since I always harbored feelings of lust where it concerned my sister's ass, I thought I'd begin with any jpeg that included the word "ass" in its title. Not a second later, I found one entitled Age 11--Julie Spreads Her Ass. Age 11! 

When the picture loaded, my eyes widened in shock. There in front of me, filling the four corners of my 15" screen, was Julie resting on her knees spreading her plump girl-cheeks wide apart. Her beautiful, pink anus was exposed and stretched to the sides. It looked good enough to eat, even more than my favorite orange creamsicle pop. Below her tight sphincter, I could clearly make out her little hymen. It was nothing more than a thin, blush-colored sheet of meat with an oval hole at its center. So far, it was still intact, at least in this picture.

I leaned back in my chair, slack-jawed wondering how my sister could have gotten herself into such a situation. I thought Julie would be stronger than that. She never had a problem ignoring guys before, so I had to wonder what was different about Reynolds. I mean, how did he manage to sweet talk his way into my sister's panties? I guess it must've been his money. He probably flashed it around and promised to buy Julie some really cool stuff. Well, whatever he did, it sure worked. 

Amazingly, Julie's ass had grown a lot bigger since I remember. And a lot sexier, too. What surprised me about it was that her butt still remained in proportion to the rest of her body. A body that looked more like that of a young woman of sixteen than that of a girl of eleven. I know this is going to sound sick to some of you, but I never knew my baby sister could look so damn sexy. This whole new side to Julie brought out overwhelming feelings of lust within me. Even though a part of me felt bad hungering for Julie like this, I continued searching through the entire folder until my eyes landed on one pic entitled, Age 13--Julie Loses Virginity. I braced myself when the image filled the screen. Holy shit! It can't be! What the hell was she thinking? Julie was on her back dressed in some see thru lingerie holding her pussy lips open while Reynolds had half his dick lodged into her damp twat. Blood was smeared along the top of his cock, proving once and for all the deed had been done. And Reynolds, that guy was huge! He looked to be about 10-inches in length. How in hell could she take a monster like that? 

Glancing at my watch, I saw I only had thirty minutes before my sister got back from the mall. I closed out that image and quickly scanned through the remainder of the files until I found the mother of all jpegs toward the very bottom; Reynolds thought so too since he went out of his way to capitalize the title: Age 13--JULIE'S FIRST ANAL: 9-INCHES PACKED! PART 1

The computer monitor displayed the single most erotic image I've ever seen in my whole life! I unconsciously stopped breathing, riveted by the sight before me. When I blinked again, the first thing my eyes zeroed in on was the spot where my sister's anus should've been. I say should've because it was now completely covered by Reynold's hefty, cum-filled balls! I don't know how he managed to do it, but Reynolds had his entire 9-inch cock buried deep inside my thirteen-year-old sister's ass! Julie was on her elbows and knees with Reynold's over her body in a position similar to a football player's 4-point stance. 

This was un-fuckin' believable! The one thing me and my dad kept protected for the past several years had now been taken right out from under our noses. We didn't even get a chance to fight. Reynolds just took it away—no apologies. 

PART 2 of JULIE'S FIRST ANAL: 9-INCHES PACKED!  showed my sister sitting on a toilet bowl spreading the round globes of her ass while a thick string of cum leaked out of her red, gaping anus; on the water below, several blobs of white, slimy semen were coagulating on the cold surface. Reynolds was kneeling behind Julie with his erect cock smeared in lube and semen. 

The more I stared at that shot, the more I felt, or the more my raging hormones decided, I needed to take matters into my own hands. I quickly pulled down my pants followed by my boxers, clicked on the "Tile Windows Vertically" option to have the last two jpegs arranged side-by-side on my screen, and jerked my dick until I blasted the monitor with long strands of jism. Breathing heavily, I stood there numbed by what I had done. A part of me wanted answers to so many questions while another part, the animal part, wanted nothing more than to trade places with Reynolds, so I could furiously jackhammer my cock into Julie's bowels. I felt so jealous that Reynolds got to her before I did. I know how stupid that sounds but it's what I felt. This is crazy! I can't believe I'm thinking like this! She's my sister for crying out loud! 

I cleaned up the mess I had made and got myself a can of soda. I seriously needed to cool down. That's for sure. When I returned to my room, I was about to shut off the computer and mess around with my PlayStation as a way of taking my mind off of Julie, when suddenly, the name of a folder caught my attention. All it said was BILLY. My gut feeling told me I wasn't going to like this. I debated whether I really wanted to see what was inside the BILLY folder. On the one hand, if I left it alone, my curiosity would keep me up all night and I'd never get any sleep. On the other hand, if it turns out that Billy is the scumbag that's been harassing Julie for years, then I'd have every right to smash his face in.

With that in mind, I moved the cursor over the BILLY folder and double-clicked it. Inside were three jpegs. They didn't have any fancy names like the other pics on the CD. They were just numbered from 1-3. I clicked on jpeg 1, praying it wasn't who I thought it was. Microseconds elapsed while the beating of my heart sped up. I was gripping the mouse to the point where I thought I'd might snap it in two. When the pic finally filled the screen, I clenched my teeth and forced myself to look at my sister who was on her elbows and knees. Her soft hips were being held by Billy McGinty who happened to be fucking her from behind. His pizza-face was contorted by pure ecstasy as he looked down wide-eyed at his dick pistoning in and out of one of her tight holes. Which hole, I couldn't say. Julie looked like a mess. Her face was streaked with tears and her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had done. I always knew Billy frightened my sister, and now that he got the chance to fuck her, it probably made her feel like she was living her worst nightmare.

Grudgingly, I clicked on jpeg 2. And this time, no doubt remained as to which of Julie's holes Billy had just fucked. My sister stood with her ass thrust out pulling her doughy butt cheeks apart, revealing her stretched asshole. The flash from the camera lit up some of the interior of her rectum, giving me a clear view of a one-inch band of circular muscle that made up her pretty little sphincter. It looked powerful enough to suck the cum straight out of a man's balls in two seconds flat. And it appears that's just what it did to Billy's balls. His semen was splattered all over her round cheeks, with the rest forming a white puddle in the deep recesses of her bowels. Billy's cock, from the head to the base, was inflamed. At this instant, I became aware of my traitorous dick rising like a flagpole. It was trying to break free from the confines of my pants. I think it wanted to play with Julie. I really didn't want to view my sister as a sex object but under the circumstances, what else could I do? She was so fuckin' hot! 

The last jpeg in the Billy series was straight out of one of those extreme porn sites. Billy was on his back with Julie straddling his hips. She was bent over at the waist, sticking her ass out. Billy had his fingers hooked into her pussy, painfully stretching her lips wide open. The camera got a clear shot of Julie's donut-shaped cervix drenched in Billy's cum. Everything inside was pink and wet as if a coating of glaze had been painted on the walls of her cunny. My mouth watered at the thought of consuming such a succulent piece of meat. I slurped in my saliva before it ran out of the corners of my mouth. Fuck! What the hell was happening to me?

Of all the pics I had seen of Julie that afternoon, it was the jpegs of her getting fucked in the ass which made me realize one important thing about myself: lust can change a man's mind faster than someone holding a gun to his head—that is, if the right girl is thrown into the mix. And Julie was the right girl alright. I knew this because my body never burned with such desire for a girl as it did for Julie when I saw her getting fucked in the ass. In fact, it took one second for me to change from my sister's big-brother-bodyguard to her number one perverted fan.

It was at that moment I made up my mind to do the unthinkable: I was going to blackmail Julie. Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, I knew what I was contemplating was foolish and wrong, and I also knew I could get into a heap of trouble if my parents ever found out about it. But, when the little head speaks on behalf of the big one, there's absolutely no room for reason. Lust won out and clouded my mind and there was no turning back. If she asks me why, I'll just tell her it's her own fault for being such a slut even though I know it's untrue. Like any man, I'll say anything to get my dick into that round ass of hers.

I decided to wait for the following Saturday to approach Julie; I knew my parents were going to be away that weekend because dad had to go to some stupid convention with my mom. During the week, it was hard not to think about Julie's ass and what I was going to do to it. I got so excited by the invented fantasies playing out in my mind, that I had to jerk off three or four times a day until Saturday finally arrived. When it did, I woke up around 10:30 eager to start my day. I went straight to the bathroom to take a leak and then hopped into the shower for a quick wash. After I was done, I went in search of my sister sporting a noticeable bulge in my briefs.

I found her in the living room painting her cute toenails pink. She had one foot propped on the couch giving me a clear line of sight to her plump labia. She hadn't seen me yet as I stood admiring her teenage charms. I could smell the strawberry sundae dusting powder she liked to use. It left Julie's skin lightly covered in tiny gold and iridescent sparkles. She looked kind of slutty, but I liked that.

I shuffled over to the TV and shut it off. "Hey! I was watching that, jerk. Turn it back on!" she shouted.

"You weren't even paying attention to it. Besides, we have to talk." I stood in front of Julie holding her CD behind my back. She pouted as her lids narrowed, giving me what she liked to call her "meany" stare.

I grinned and said, "What if I told you I had some major shit on you. So major it would get you severely grounded for life. What would it be worth to you to have this evidence totally disappear"?

She stared at me for a couple of seconds to see if I was pulling her leg. The seconds ticked by as she tried to figure out if I was serious or not. After awhile, her bubble-gum brain determined I was no threat. She dismissively replied, "You've got shit."

Now it was time to teach her a lesson. One she would never forget. I slowly revealed the CD I had hidden behind my back and waved it in front of her. Julie's eyes bulged as she immediately recognized the cover art. She quickly jumped off the couch. "How'd you get that?" she squealed, her face instantly taking on a look of panic. When I didn't answer her, Julie lunged in an attempt to snatch the CD from my hand. I jerked back and raised the disc over my head while she hopped up and down trying to grab it away from me. Moving the disc behind my back, I confidently replied, "Don't you worry about how I got it, sis. Worry about how mom and dad are going to whip your sweet, little ass when they see all these nasty pictures of you fucking and sucking that dirt bag, Reynolds," I said with a big shit-eating grin on my face.

"Whatever!" she snapped. Julie turned as if to go away, then catching me totally off guard, she swiveled rapidly on her heels and grabbed the disc. She managed to get a hold of the case before I twisted my wrist free and yanked it from her clutches. My sister made a final go of it and jumped on my back, pounding me with her tiny fists, but I easily threw her off.

Realizing I wasn't going to budge, she huffed and then sat down on the sofa, giving me her "meany" stare again. She crossed her arms across her nicely developing chest and mumbled, "Okay . . . what the hell do you want? I know you're not going to hand over the CD without getting something in return. So . . . what is it then?" 

Now that I was under the spotlight, the confidence I previously displayed was slowly being replaced by doubt. Under the watchful eye of my sister, my stomach began to quiver forcing me to avert her glare. Blackmailing a person for sex, especially a family member, wasn't as easy as my fantasies led me to believe. And I would've given up if it weren't for my teenage hormones. I looked back at Julie and she made one of those typical "well" gestures that girls seem to have a knack for. Annoyed but less insecure, I finally found my voice and spoke, or more like stuttered, the words that would irreparably harm our relationship forever: "Julie . . . you're right about me . . . me wanting something from you. And I know it's a lot to ask . . . but . . . but what I want is what every man in this town wants from you but can't have—except for Reynolds and Billy that is. I want to fuck your round, plump ass!" 

Julie gasped in shock, covering her mouth in disbelief while the color drained from her pretty little face. She blinked a couple of times staring at me unable to move or utter a sound. She just sat there for what seemed like five minutes but was actually a few seconds before she pulled herself together and finally found her voice: "My God! What the hell is the matter with you?" she shrieked, "You're my brother, Jeff. You can't fuck me! It's wrong. I mean . . . I mean brothers and sisters aren't supposed to do that kind of stuff."

She had a point there, but I wasn't about to back down now, not after the things I've seen her do, which is surprising considering she's only thirteen. I wanted her ass in the worst way and I think, deep down, Julie knew that. How could she not? On more than one occasion, Julie has caught me peeping her luscious cheeks whenever she sunbathes in the yard or walks around in her panties. Thankfully, she never freaked out or made any negative comments about it. She just flashes me her braces when she smiles and walks away with the knowledge that she makes her own brother horny. 

And because of that knowledge, Julie knew she was cornered. There was absolutely no way I was going to be deterred from having her ass. Of course, she could always refuse and tell Mom and dad I blackmailed her, but then it would be her word against mine. And since I possessed the CD, the cards were stacked in my favor.

When she finished wiping away the tears away from her face, Julie eyed me with a look of hate the likes I'd never seen before. "Fine!" she sniffled, "Since I have no choice, I'll let you fuck me in the ass. But . . . remember this . . . I will hate you for the rest of my life! This is blackmail and incest. And the way I see it, you're no better than Reynolds and all those other guys who slobber over themselves when I walk down a street."

Julie shuddered and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. She got off the couch crossing her arms as if a chill had settled in the air. I followed her to the foot of the stairs where she suddenly stopped; she kept her back to me and murmured, "You need to go to the drug store and buy me an enema kit. Any brand is okay. I don't care." After that, Julie climbed the stairs leaving me wondering why she would need an enema kit before I banged her in the ass. Whatever! As long as it got me what I wanted.

A half hour later, I returned with the kit and most of my allowance gone. I ran up to her room knocked on the door. "Julie, I got what you wanted," calling out, praying she didn't have a change of heart.

"Leave it in the bathroom for me. I'll come get you when I'm done," she said. I did as Julie asked and went back to my room to check out the rest of the CD. About an hour later, I heard the flip-flop of Julie's sandals as she exited the bathroom. I immediately logged off so she wouldn't catch me checking out her pics. Julie barged in wearing a pink satin robe with a towel wrapped around her head. "Okay, let's get this over with," she spat.

I got up and quickly followed my sister to her room, never taking my eyes of those round globes that rose and fell independently of each other, beckoning me to slide my dick in between and shoot out all my nasty cum. Once we got into her bedroom, Julie untied the sash on her robe. While she did this, I saw her glance down at the tent which had formed in my pants. "You're disgusting!" she snarled, letting the robe slide off her silky shoulders and drop to the floor. 

My dick wildly throbbed at the sight of Julie’s amazing body. She had beautiful, puffy tits capped with—oh my God—Julie's nipples looked just as wide and round as those 3/4" erasers attached to those extra, extra large pencils we used to use as kids. They were begging to be sucked and devoured. I wonder why I never noticed them before. Then my eyes traced a straight line down to my sister's wide and curvy hips that framed her juvenile slit, accentuating her clam-shaped pudendum. When Julie turned and walked to her bed, I almost fell to my knees in shock, realizing for the first time how much better her ass was in person. And to think, I was only moments away from having anal sex with the best butt in the state, at least for her age group. Without trying to be sexy, Julie climbed onto the bed and assumed the position; she moved like a well-practiced whore, gracefully spreading her knees, then dropping down to her elbows, obediently waiting for my approach. There was something primal about that particular pose. As if the pose itself had been imprinted into man's genetic memory, as a sign that any woman who offered herself in such a way, should be taken and dominated. 

I hurriedly tugged my jeans down followed by my underwear; I felt the cool air swirl around my twitching cock; on rubbery legs, I padded across the room and got on the bed behind her upturned ass. I swallowed hard and trembled in awe at the sight of her round, creamy cheeks. I just sat there on my haunches captivated by Julie's ass as it seductively swayed in tiny erotic circles. I don't think my sister meant to do this intentionally. It was probably more of a nervous tic on her part. Whatever the reason, I could feel a sort of paralysis begin to set into my extremities, making it near impossible for me to move. The sight was almost too much for me, and my balls felt like they were ready to bust.

Julie glanced over her shoulder to see what was holding me up. When she saw the expression of stunned silence on my face, she kicked me with her heel, snapping me out of my trance. With a loud sigh, she turned her head forward, allowing me to get on with the task at hand. 

I reached out with greedy paws and reverently palmed her smooth, curvy bottom. The nerve endings in my hands became instantly charged by the illicit touch of our skin making contact. A touch that society only deemed for Julie's future boyfriends and husbands. My head felt feverish with excitement as I passionately began kneading her thick, healthy ass. With a will of their own, my fingers moved around like those of an awarded baker handling the finest Parisian pastry dough. I worked the heel of my hands to push her cheeks up and to the sides, before folding them over her crack to begin anew. And like any pastry chef knows, a well-kneaded dough should always be smooth and elastic. Well, it so happens Julie's ass was very smooth and elastic; her butt cheeks barely resisted as I spread them wide apart, exposing her delicate, pink anus. The first time I saw that, I knew it was over for me. Even if I wanted to resist my animalistic urges, there was no way my lust could ever be denied—it consumed me whole. 

I excitedly parked my face right into Julie's crack and enjoyed the warmth of her soft, smooth flesh against my cheeks. I could smell her girly scent which made my nostrils flare. I felt like a wild beast preparing to mate. I sniffed and sniffed until the room began to spin. When I had my fill of Julie's heady aroma, I shot my tongue out and drew tiny circles around the rim of her crinkled rosebud. First, I moved clockwise once or twice, tickling her pliant shit-hole, then I went in the opposite direction, slurping away like it was the most natural thing a brother can do to his sister. Once she was nice and wet, I speared her shithole with the tip of my tongue and bore my way through her red striated ring. I loved how Julie squirmed while I held fast devouring the ass of all asses. 

When I extracted my tongue, I examined the small opening where none existed before. My mouth flooded with saliva, wishing I could fuck and eat her shit-hole simultaneously. I leaned over and went back to ravaging her little star, lapping and sucking her pucker until blood surfaced just below the silky skin of her anus, turning what was once pink into a fiery, red ring. By now, the crevasse of her ass was drenched with drool, giving her tight passage a nice reflective sheen. It was hot having a thirteen-year-old spread before me like this, especially seeing how it was my very own sister.

I looked around Julie's room for anything that could be used as lubricant and spotted a bottle of hand lotion on her nightstand. I moved off the bed and grabbed it with my stiff cock bobbing in the air. Julie turned her head and stared at my engorged prick as it swayed left to right. My dick twitched and hardened knowing that she was checking me out. When I was back behind her luscious ass, Julie made one last attempt to dissuade me, "Jeff, don't do this," she begged. "Please! Those pictures aren’t what you think. It's all a big mistake. I did it to protect you, mom, and dad. Trust me." 

She dropped her head down when I didn't answer and sniffled while I squirted some of the lotion into the palm of my hand. I rubbed it over the bell-shaped end of my cock. My dick was so hot that when I applied the cool cream to my glans, it didn't even register the difference in temperature. I then squirted a few dollops directly on Julie's pink stank and worked it around until her anus was covered in the stuff. After that, I slowly slid my index finger in and out to the knuckle, making sure she was nice and lubed for my aching cock; when I pulled my digit clear of her gorgeous pucker, Julie's sphincter immediately shut and reflexively winked several times. 

"Okay, now reach back and spread your ass," I ordered. Julie hesitantly lowered her shoulders down; then she reached back with both hands and shamelessly pulled her creamy cheeks wide apart. "Oh my god," I muttered, gawking at the lewd display of my sister surrendering her round ass to me. There's something so hot about a girl who will spread her ass for a guy. I can't explain why that is, but every time I see a picture or a scene in a porn movie where a girl pulls her ass cheeks apart, my cock uncontrollably jerks. And then jerks some more, releasing large amounts of precum from my piss hole. 

I better stop thinking about asses or I might end up cumming all over my sister's soft cheeks. I shook my head and mounted Julie's upturned ass. When I was in position, I grasped my fat, rigid dick and ran the swollen head up and down her wrinkled anus. The size difference between her shit hole and the mushroom head of my prick had me wondering if my cock would even fit? Well, as the old saying goes: There's only one way to find out. 

With my heart pounding rapidly in my chest, I firmly pressed my cock against Julie's pink, rubbery ring and pushed. I took it nice and slow. In time her muscles began to loosen. I was just beginning to slide in when her anus abruptly tightened. "C'mon Julie, what the fuck!" I said annoyed and impatient.

"Would you just wait a sec.!" she snapped in frustration. I eased off and patiently waited for her to get it together. After a couple of seconds, Julie began to breathe funny. Funny like the way women do when they go into labor. She sucked in a lot of air, then blew it out in short bursts, finishing with some cute little grunts. She kept repeating this cycle until her panting made it possible to relax. I have to say it was working because I could feel her anus relax. 

I took this as a sign to continue and pushed with steady pressure. Julie still resisted a little but nowhere near as much as before. Her sexy sphincter stretched and moulded itself to the fat, tapered head of my prick.  

I finally understood why Reynolds worked so hard to get my sister as his own personal slut. Aside from her ass looking like a gift from the gods, Julie's shit hole exerted the most incredible pressure imaginable. It actually felt like my cock was being massaged by a pair of powerful lips; I'll even go so far as to say her anus was actually sucking my dick; I know how crazy that sounds but it's true, at least that's how it felt to me. 

And if that wasn't enough, the temperature in her anal canal, which I later found out was not the norm for most women, was driving me crazy. The walls of her moist sphincter must've been over a hundred degrees and it nearly brought me to the brink of shooting my seed. I had to close my eyes and concentrate on keeping my excitement under control, or I'd blow for sure. By the time my semen emptied from my urethra back into my swollen balls, Julie's snug butt hole had loosened, making it easier for me to work the rest of my cock deeper into her rectum.

When I reached the half-way mark, Julie used her anal muscles to clamp down on my unwelcomed turgid member. Out of brotherly respect for my sister, I gave her the time she needed to relax and adjust to my girth. Once I got the go-ahead to continue, I slid in with all the impatience of youth until three quarters of my cock was packed inside her sexy, asshole. When I looked down at the sight of our coupling, the erotic view left me in complete awe of my sister. In awe of the feminine power she possessed; the very same power all women possess. From a man's point of view, or in my case, from a boy's point of view, it was kind of scary thinking about it because it made me realize I could be manipulated at any time under the right circumstances—no different from any other horny guy. In fact, I've often heard it said that women could rule the world. I never fully understood what that meant—until now.

With only another couple of inches left, I worked the remainder of my manhood into her incredibly tight ass, savoring the feeling of being fully embedded inside her warm rectum. I loved how Julie was able to control her muscle, which expertly milked my throbbing dick, especially by the base of my shaft. My sister was doing such a bang-up job massaging my erection, I almost didn't want to slide out. But then, where's the fun in that. Before I did, though, I positioned my body over her back and evenly distributed my weight among my hands and feet, just like Reynold's four-point football stance, and pushed in the last remaining inch until I was balls deep. I knew if someone took a picture of us now, they'd see my nut-sack completely covering Julie's pink shitter. 

I took in a deep breath before I slowly withdrew my pecker three-quarters of the way out. When the ridge of my cockhead started to become visible, I slowly pushed it back in. After a few tentative thrusts of my hips, no more than a few inches in either direction, I began to develop a nice, steady rhythm. I grunted as I drove in balls deep and groaned when I pulled out to the head. My sister helplessly whimpered into her pillow and released her grasp on her cheeks; she clutched the bedspread and balled them in her fists as I rhythmically banged away at her tight passage, enjoying the scorching friction produced by her sphincter. Luckily my parents weren't around or they'd hear the loud knocking of the bedpost against the wall.

As I continued sodomizing my little sister, I noticed every time my dick reappeared from the depths of Julie's ass, a thin piece of tissue from her anus would greedily cling to my thick, veiny shaft. Trust me when I say after seeing a sight like that, you want nothing more than to cum until your balls shrivel up. For the next three minutes, I relentlessly pistoned my dick to and fro into her gripping sheath like a boy possessed; every time I'd thrust hard enough into my sister's round ass, these cool skin-waves would form on her cheeks. They didn't last very long and they always disappeared into her lower back. I fucked her harder and faster just to see if I could produce some more, making a game out of it. My ears picked up the beating of my pulse and the loud slapping of our flesh, which, by the way, was the only sound that filled the room, since Julie chose to remain silent. 

I could feel my impending climax approach as my frantic thrusting started to go out of sync with the rhythm I had established before. I tried to hold out a little longer but the beginning of my load was making its way up my shaft. I could feel my dick expanding, growing harder than before. "Oh shit! . . . Julie! . . . Uh! . . . Here it comes!" I announced, hammering my cock like a madman, "I'm gonna cum in your tight fuckin' ass!" 

All at once, my fingers brutally dug into my sister's soft hips as my body stiffened like a board; the mushroom head of my prick doubled in size before spewing rope after rope of scalding cream into Julie's rectum. I screamed from the intensity of my gut-wrenching orgasm; I came so hard I think I saw stars. I was forced to double over and grit my teeth, trying to survive the incredible shock to my system. Honestly, I didn't think it would ever end. My tender balls must've contracted twelve times sending all of my vital seed deep into her bowels. Julie's strong anal muscles eventually milked every drop out of my nut sack. I was still riding my orgasm even though nothing was coming out of my cock. 

Finally, the signal between my cock and brain disconnected, allowing me to slow my thrusts until my dick became too sensitive to do anymore. After a few more strokes, I slid my flaccid cock from my sister's raw anus and collapsed exhaustedly on her back. Post-orgasmic ripples coursed throughout my body as I tried to catch my breath. I was reduced to a shuddering mass of flesh, drooling from the corners of my mouth. 

When my weakened body fully recovered and my pulse was back to normal, I ordered Julie to hold her cheeks apart so I could inspect her stretched hole. My sister hesitated at first, as if she were going to complain, but then she reached back and spread them open. "Fuck! That's hot!" I whispered hoarsely, overwhelmed by the dark, red interior of her ass. The sun's rays coming through the window gave me a clear line of sight into her sweet anal cavity; it was really neat watching my slimy cum slide down the walls of her rectum. I could've stared at it for hours but her pink anus gradually closed and twitched.

I'll never forget that sight because for some strange reason, it made me feel like a real man. A man who's crossed the barrier which separates the men from the boys. I viewed it as the successful completion of my "rite of passage." If that makes any sense?

I took advantage of our downtime and began planting butterfly kisses on Julie's pliant ass. Her round globes had a soothing effect on my feverish body. I laid there for half an hour stroking her succulent cheeks, gazing longingly at her puckered jewel, when an unexpected yet pleasant thought entered my mind: It was the thought of Julie as the mother of my unborn child; I imagined her waddling around the house with a big belly as she went about doing her chores. Then at night, she'd come into my room and have me suck on her milk-filled breasts. I don't know where that thought came from, but for some reason, that image incited my lust to the point where I had to fuck my sister again. This time, I decided to go the traditional route and lose my virginity the proper way. 

I got up on my knees and manhandled Julie until she was flat on her back. I reached down and grabbed her soft, creamy calves and securely propped them on my shoulders. I was expecting Julie to put up a fight, but all she did was lay there like a limp, Barbie doll ready for the taking—and take I did. I positioned my dick at the entrance of her semi-moist slit and forced my way in. The swollen head of my prick slowly parted the sticky walls of her pussy, which instantly molded themselves to the smooth, veiny surface of my engorged penis. I couldn't get over how tight she was. In fact, she was so tight, it even hurt a little going in, but it was a good kind of hurt. When I bottomed out, I moaned from the sensation, especially when Julie's cunt-muscles repeatedly gripped and released my pulsing shaft. 

When I glanced down to look at my sister's face, she had her head turned to the side, choosing to stare at the wall instead of me. I can't say I blame her. I mean, who would want to look into the eyes of a blackmailer, especially one who happens to be fucking you. I can see where that would suck big time, and it probably doesn't help that I'm her brother, too. Talk about a double whammy. Anyway, I immediately began sliding my cock in and out along the length of her snug pussy; I moved slowly at first, using long, steady strokes, withdrawing only enough to keep the head from slipping out. I kept at it for a minute or two, then quickly switched to a faster hammering speed. I pumped my glistening rod in and out of Julie's young snatch as my heavy balls slapped against the inner cheeks of her ass. 

I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner, but right there in front of me was a pair of perky, apple-sized tits just going to waste. Unable to resist, I moved my head down and managed to capture a rosy nipple between my hungry lips. I greedily sucked in as much of her breast as I could, while mauling the other tit with my hand. The incredible stimulation of fucking and sucking my sister soon had me on the brink of another monstrous orgasm. I started to really lay into her knowing I was moments away from draining my balls. The primal urge to deposit my seed deep into my baby sister's womb kept me pumping like a piston in a factory; I furiously plowed her feminine core for another minute before my toes curled into knots. With a loud, prolonged groan, I flooded my sister's pussy with thick ropes of semen. The hot, satiny walls of her cunt massaged the jism right out of my balls. I bathed my sister's womb with so much baby batter, that if she weren't on the pill, I'm pretty sure she'd be knocked up by the end of the day. 

When it was all over, I slipped out of her well-used pussy and collapsed onto the bed beside her. My body was covered in a light film of sweat and my flaccid dick looked like it was finally dead to the world. I felt emotionally and physically drained from the experience. Julie got off the bed and cupped a hand over her leaking holes as she quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Even from the bed I could hear muffled farting sounds as she expelled the air and cum I put into her ass. Then came the unmistakable sounds of Julie vomiting. After a few seconds of silence, she flushed the toiltet. When she came back into the room, Julie had long streaks of tears running down her cheeks. She avoided eye contact and slipped on a pair of pink panties. I didn’t know what to say now that my lust had been sated, but I thought I’d better try to explain myself:  

"Julie . . . I—"

"Get the hell out of my room!" she screamed with rage. "Get out! Get out! Get out!" I jumped off her bed, picked up my pants and boxers, and took off to my room. I could hear her sobbing through the thin walls which separated our rooms. I felt scared and somewhat upset at myself for doing what I had done. I reasoned it would just be better to let her have her space and hope for the best.

Epilogue

A month later I finally understood the extent to which I damaged our sibling relationship. I sat in a courtroom watching my sister sob on the witness stand; she gave the court her testimony about Reynolds and how he forced her to perform obscene sexual acts, under the threat of death to herself and to her family. Her lawyer introduced as evidence the CD I made a copy of and test results of Reynold's semen found in Julie's ass. They searched for "biomedical markers" such as DNA typing and something called "acid phosphatase" which ultimately brought about Reynolds' downfall.

The jury took less than a day to reach a verdict. They found Reynolds guilty on all counts; he was sentenced to forty years without parole, which meant he'd be dead by the time his sentence was over. The jury also forced Reynold's to pay Julie a large amount of money for physical and emotional damages. Billy, for his part in the rape of my sister, was tried as a juvenile and got sent to a prison for teens under 18. He cried like a baby with his head down when the bailiff escorted him out of the room. 

When she finally received the money a few weeks later, my sister happily retired my father from his 7-5 job and had us all living very comfortably. Julie never ratted me out to our parents, knowing it would probably get me beaten to an inch of my life and thrown in a juvenile detention center. She was polite whenever we passed in the hall but that was it. I was pretty much dead to Julie. I really couldn’t blame her, though. I mean, what kind of a brother blackmails his sister just to fuck her ass? Not a very good one I bet.

About a year after the trial, my father decided and gently insisted that Julie see a therapist. He wanted to be sure his little girl would be able to deal with her pain and lead a normal life some day. I can imagine all the memories of abuse she'd have to dredge up while talking about her experiences. And I'm sure, sooner or later, Julie would have to mention me during those sessions. Her therapy took almost three years to complete. And during that time, I was walking on pins and needles wondering if the therapist would betray doctor-patient confidentiality and get the cops on me. Or even worse, phone my dad and reveal that he has a scumbag for a son. Luckily, when it was all over, I still had my hide intact and my sister had a brand new outlook on life, which was as close to normal as she was ever going to get.

When Julie turned 23, she met and fell in love with some accountant guy who was more interested in Julie as a person instead of a walking piece of meat. After that, we'd only see each other during holidays. Her husband never understood why she was so cold towards me. She’d lie and say we were siblings who never really got along. He’d just shake his head at that with a smirk on his face. Julie eventually married and moved away to sunny California to start a new life with her husband. Word got back that she was expecting a baby boy in a few months. Once the baby came, she severed all ties with me. I tried to get her to forgive me, to give us a chance. And you know what she told me over the phone, she said, "Jeff, it's not true that time heals all wounds." I heard a click and that was the end as they say. 

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Thirteen years later, we ran into each other at our grandparents's anniversary. My dad had rented a hall and invited our cousins, aunts, and uncles. Julie had two more kids, a boy and a girl. Even at 38 she still looked great. Sure, her ass had taken on some extra weight but what do you expect after having three kids. Dave, her husband, looked the same but older. We greeted each other and caught up on what was going on in our lives. Julie, of course, avoided me like the plague. Whenever I got near my sister, she'd strike up a conversation with one of our relatives just so she wouldn't have to talk to me. I gave up after that. 

Around 9:15 my cell rang. It was a client of mine who needed some last minute revisions of an ad we were working on. "We" being the ad agency I worked for. They had sent a copy to my e-mail, but I didn't have access to a computer. Seeing how it was time sensitive, I went back into the hall to say my goodbyes because I really needed to tackle this a.s.a.p. I spotted Dave and told him about my early departure. Surprisingly, he generously offered the use of his laptop, which he had in his car. What could I say. I took him up on his offer and followed him out to his car. He told me to stay in the car and do whatever I had to do while he went back to the party.

I retrieved the e-mail and finished the revisions within half an hour. I was ready to shut down the computer when I decided to snoop around a bit. Checking to make sure no one was coming, I went through Dave's personal folders not really looking for anything in particular. Ten minutes later, I hit paydirt. The folder was innocently called "Family Pictures." The only family shots were of my sister posing in all kinds of sexy panties. They were mostly tame except for the one where she's about to get her ass fucked. Damn! Dave was almost as big as Reynolds. I knew he would discover Julie's treasure sooner or later. Her ass still looked mouth-watering after all these years. It wasn't as perfect as it was when I banged her, but she's a mom after all.

When I glanced out the window, I saw Dave coming out of the hall walking towards me. I quickly pulled out a flash drive from my pocket and copied the entire folder. When he was a few feet away, I hurriedly removed the drive and secretly palmed it. I smiled when Dave opened the door. "All done?", he asked.

"My business is finished here. Thanks buddy". He shut down the computer and we both went back in. An hour later, I grabbed my jacket and flew out of there like a rocket. I wanted to get home so I could jerk off in a big way. 

Later on that night, after three amazing orgasms, I sat in the dark with only the dim glow of the monitor as my light source. I thought about how pathetic I've become. I couldn't form a serious relationship with a girl because I kept comparing them to my sister. Sure I had a great paying job, but what good is that if you don't have love. Anyway, it's all in the past now. I've had many years to think about what I had done and I can honestly say it wasn't worth it. If I could do it over again, I would've left her alone. Too late now, though.

The End