Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Deoz
Title: Holiday Family 3 - The Most Wonderful Time of Year
Universe: Holiday Family Tales
Summary: Benny Holiday always cared for Sophie, his youngest
step-sister, the most.  So when she comes to him and asks for his help, he
- and his slutty twin step-sisters, who he has blackmailed into sexual
servitude - get right to work.
Keywords: mff, Mff, mF, Ff, mf, bm, inc
   -Chapter1Urges are weird, right?  I mean, it's strange that people want
the things they want, as badly as they want, when they want them...
   I didn't have sex for the first 14 years of my life.  And yeah, sure, I
wanted it when I hit puberty.  Who didn't?  I mean, I would watch porn, and
jack off fantasizing...  But I didn't really desperately need sex.  Then,
on Halloween of this year, I had sex for the first time.  And I kept having
sex.
   Long story short, I blackmailed Ashley and Madeline, my 17-year old twin
step-sisters into fucking me, whenever and however I wanted.  And damn, did
they perform.  I tied them up, I humiliated them, I fucked them in all of
their holes.  I made them fuck each other, I filmed it, I took pictures of
them in humiliating and hot poses.  I filled their asses and their cunts
with my cum - they were both on birth control, so I never bothered with a
condom.  I would make them swallow my seed and my piss while my dick was
slick with their own juices or fresh out of their skanky assholes.  I
sexually owned them.
   Don't get me wrong, it didn't just start with me wanting sex.  They had
made my life, and the life of my younger step-sister, Sophie (from a
different father than me or the twins) hell, and I started blackmailing
them to get them off of our backs...  But yes, I admit, it turned into me
being a bit of a bastard...  But a well-satisfied bastard.  I was getting
sex daily.
   Then things went to hell.  On Thanksgiving weekend I was having my way
with Ash and Maddie, tying them up and fucking them silly, when Sophie
walked in on us.  Needless to say, that particular sex session came to a
screeching halt.
   Sophie had run from the scene - I don't even think either of the twins
noticed she had been their.  I went after her, trying to explain, trying to
justify what was going on...  Trying to tell her it had been for her.
   Her response burnt itself into my brain.  She was crying, and I thought
she would scream...  But instead, she barely whispered, hissing at me
through tears.  "How could you?" She kept saying, "What's wrong with you?
You know what happened to me, what my dad did to me, and you're doing it to
them?  You think you're doing it for me?  I trusted you, I needed you to be
better, and you did this...  for me?"
   Her dad...  When my mom married her father, I got a sister in Sophie. 
We grew close, and talked to each other about stuff...  I think I was the
first one she told about her father, and the things he did to her.  Fucking
bastard.  Eventually, mom found out, and we left.
   Either way, what he did to us - my family, I mean - what he did to us
was entirely different then what I did to the twins.  Still, I couldn't
shake her words.  I stopped with the twins; it was getting close to
Christmas, and I hadn't gotten laid in a month.
   And so: urges.  I wanted sex before I had it, but it wasn't terrible. 
Now that I had it, and have stopped...  God damn, I wanted to get my dick
wet again.  I could feel it in the pit of my gut.  I had gone back to
masturbating almost daily, but it did nothing to relieve the pressure. 
Every time the twins passed me in the hall, I would picture their faces
covered in my cum, or buried in each other's cunts while I fucked them. 
But I couldn't go back to forcing them...  Not with Sophie's words burnt
into my brain.
   The twins, for their part, seemed to think I had let them off the hook
for good.  They still were super careful around me - clearly doing
everything they could to avoid me, and make sure not to annoy me when they
did have to spend time with me.  But as days turned to weeks, they even
seemed to stop bothering with that.  A catty remark here, a look of disdain
there...  It was never much, but it added up.  And I kept a tally of
everything they did in my head.  I might not have been able to bring myself
to blackmail them again...  But I liked having plans in case the day came
that I could.
   As it turns out, my chance came, the week before Christmas.  School was
wrapping up, and the twins and I were into exams for out first semester
(our high school had a two semester system).  Sophie was in middle school,
grade 8 (she was only 12, but had skipped a year way back in grade 3).  She
was taking school super seriously this year...  She was always really
smart, and wanted to go into high school with a perfect record of A's.  So
when she came to me, worried about failing math, I was a bit surprised...
and not only because she had barely spoken to me since Thanksgiving.
   "You're great at math, how are you failing?" I asked.
   She made a mistake, she explained.  She had been worried about a test
the week before, terrified she wouldn't do well...  Scared enough, that she
followed a friend's advice, and wrote some equations on her arm.  The
teacher caught her.  "He says that cheating gets me an automatic F."
   "Well," I asked, "is there any way to convince the teacher that it was
just a quick mistake, and you want to make up for it."
   She hesitated.  "Maybe..." she said.  "There is one way that everyone in
my class knows how to get a good grade."
   "Well then, problem solved.  I'm sure you can handle whatever extra work
her wants you to do."
   "It's not work," she answered.  "Everyone knows Mr.  Hendrickson is a
perv.  They say that if you're a girl, you can get a good grade...  If you
let him...  If you let him have you."
   I didn't notice how hard I balled my hand into a fist until I heard my
knuckles pop.  "What the fuck?" I demanded, "You should call the fucking
cops on him." She looked up at me, and a brief, sad smile flashed across
her face.  I stopped talking, realizing what she was thinking.  That I was
being a bit of a hypocrite.  "Well...  you still should." I said, weakly.
   "He might get arrested, but I'd still fail." She answered.
   "Then...  I'm sorry, Soph, I don't know what to tell you."
   "I had...  I had one idea that you could help with."
   "Anything." I answered immediately.  I meant it, too.  I knew that this
was my chance to get back into Sophie's good books, to be her friend, her
hero older brother, again.  I didn't realize how badly I wanted that until
just that moment.
   "...I wouldn't ask, but I really can't fail," she started.  "I think...
Well, if I could get someone else to go to Hendrickson in my place, to make
a deal with him to pass me..."
   "Soph...  What are you asking me to do?" I asked, even though I was
getting a pretty good idea.
   "I need the twins.  I need you to make the twins fuck my teacher."
   -Chapter 2It took a few days to figure out the plan, but it came
together well enough.  First, there was some shopping to do...  Some
clothes, some tools that I would need.  All of it was paid for in cash: one
of many advantages of having of rich stepfather who periodically tries to
buy your affection.
   The twins took some convincing when I told them that I had a job for
them.  I guess they really did start to forget who owned their slutty
asses. I played a video for them that changed their mind - both of them on
their knees, licking the toilet seat clean, as I sent a fresh stream of
piss down onto their faces.  That, with a little reminder that I knew
everyone they were friends with at school, got them to play along.
   Sophie's classes ran until the Thursday before Christmas...  The Friday
was, officially, a PD day, but the teacher's had to work to input grades
and such.  That was the last chance we had to convince Hendrickson to
change Sophie's grade.
   The twins and I got into the school by saying we were picking up some
things that Sophie had left their.  Ashley and Madeline got a few odd looks
because of how they were dressed, but no one commented.  I guess 17 year
old sluts aren't all that uncommon anymore.
   The school was pretty empty; most of the teacher's probably didn't want
to come in if they could avoid it.  I found Hendrickson in a classroom.  I
guess those desks were better than whatever sad little office he would have
to share with half a dozen other teachers.  I walked in without knocking,
dropping my backpack on a desk.
   He didn't even look up, seemingly expecting someone and assuming I was
them.  I don't remember my time in Hendrickson's class very much.  It was
one of those years that didn't seem to impact me much.  He was an older
man, probably in his 50's, though I never asked specifically.  He had thin,
brown hair and glasses.  He was a bit overweight, but not enough to be
called fat, really.
   "You're early, Mary.  I'm not quite done yet." He said, without looking
up.  Ah, he thought I was his wife, Mary Legault.  Now there was part of
elementary school I remembered.  Mary Legault was the French teacher, and
married to Hendrickson for the last few years (though she never changed her
name).  And she was hot.  Don't get me wrong, we're not talking super
model, skinny, plastic surgery hot.  She was a tall, with long, curly black
hair.  She wasn't skinny, but wasn't fat either...  She was curvy, with
giant tits and a great ass.  More than once I stroked myself off imagining
Ms Legault.
   "Sorry, Mr.  Hendrickson, I'm not her." That seemed to catch him off
guard, and he looked up at me.  "My name is Benny Holiday, do you remember
me?"
   "Benny...  Yes, you were a student last year, weren't you?"
   "Yes sir.  I'm also Sophie's step-brother."
   This seemed to somber him up.  "Ah.  Sophie.  I see.  I trust you're not
here to talk about her?  It would be quite unprofessional."
   I smirked.  "I'm afraid I am...  Listen, I want to make a deal.  Sophie
needs an A, and I bet I can give you something you want in return."
   "I don't know what you mean."
   "Look, Mr.  Hendrickson, it's no secret that your eyes wander up and
down the students."
   He stood, suddenly.  "This is entirely-" he began, but I interrupted.
   "I don't mean me, don't worry.  We both know you don't swing my way.  I
mean them." I opened the classroom door, and Ashley and Madeline entered.
   Hendrickson's eyes widened at the sight of them.  I had dressed the
twins up for the roll, with the costumes I had bought.  They were both
dressed in matching schoolgirl outfits.  Their white blouses were half
unbuttoned, showing off their cleavage.  They were also tied off just above
the belly button, their skinny stomachs bare.  High socks came up just
above their knees, leaving most of their thigh bare between the socks and
their pleated, plaid red skirts which feel barely long enough to cover
their asses.  Their blonde hair was tied in pigtails, held in with ribbons
tied in bows.  Madeline even went far enough to be sucking on a small
lollipop.
   "Please sir," Ashley said, following the script I had given her, "Please
don't fail our sister.  We'll do anything."
   Hendrickson's jaw dropped.
   "So," I asked, sitting down on top of a desk.  "Think we can make a
deal?"
   -Chapter 3It took almost no time for the girls to convince Hendrickson
to play along.  I guess it's hard to say no to two school girls begging you
for sex, even if they are a bit older than you fantasized about.  I sat
back to watch the show, and let Hendrickson direct the action.
   He had both girls kneel in front of him, still fully dressed as
schoolgirls.  At his direction, Ashley reached forward and, with only a
touch of hesitation, unzipped Hendrickson's fly.  When she pulled out his
cock, it began to swell in her hand.  It wasn't huge - looked like it was
maybe six or so inches hard - but it was oddly fat, much larger around than
seemed normal.
   The twins worked together, using their mouths on his cock.  Madeline
took the tip, sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it.  Ashley
leaned in to lick the underside of it, running her tongue up and down the
teacher's shaft.
   "God, that feels good," Hendrickson muttered.  He placed a hand on
Madeline's head, pushing her deeper.  In turn, Ashley was forced to move
her face down, her tongue swirling towards Hendrickson's balls.  "Suck it,
you little sluts.  You're good little girls, aren't you?"
   Ashley broke off just long enough to mutter "Yes sir" before continuing
to work.  Madeline choked a bit as the teacher began to more forcefully
move her head up and down on him, forcing her to take his cock all the way
to the back of her throat before letting her up.  Good thing she had lots
of practice being facefucked good and hard, or else she would undoubtedly
have gagged.
   "Enough," Hendrickson growled, pushing Madeline from his cock.  As she
came up, drool poured from her mouth and ran down her chin, leaving a
connection of slime linking her to the teacher.  Hendrickson pointed at
Maddie "Hike up your skirt, and bend over my desk," he said.  Ashley
started to get up, but he held her in place with a hand on her head.  "You
stay down there, and keep sucking my balls like a good little slut."
   With a small sigh, Ashley obeyed, taking first one ball, and then the
other, in her mouth.  She would swirl her tongue around them, and suck on
them, making wet, smacking noises every time she pulled her lips free.
   Madeline, meanwhile, followed her own instructions.  She barely had to
lift her skirt as, with her bending over the desk, it rode up high enough
to show off most of the curve of her ass.  Still, she hiked it the rest of
the way up, the tiny black thong she was wearing doing nothing to hide her
ass, and just barely covering her pussy.  Hendrickson roughly pulled down
the underwear until it was stretched between her knees, and aimed his cock.
   Maddie squealed slightly as the teacher pushed his fat cock into her
cunt.  He only got a few inches in before he stopped with a grunt, pulled a
bit back, then thrust forward even harder.  Ashley gasped as Hendrickson's
balls swung forward, slapping hard against her face, but she quickly
readjusted.  She began moving her head in time with Hendrickson's thrusts,
trying to keep her tongue working over his balls as much as she could while
he fucked her sister.
   "Oh god..." Madeline muttered as Hendrickson started bottoming out, his
hips smacking against her ass as he continued to pump away.  "Too fast...
slow down..." I could see the teacher grin.  Rather than slowing down, he
reached forward to grab both of Madeline's pigtails.  Using them like
handlebars, he sped up, pulling her head painfully back with every thrust,
making Maddie moan louder.
   Ashley, meanwhile, had one hand placed on Hendrickson's ass, trying to
steady herself as she kept her head moving, her tongue and lips working. 
The other hand had hiked up her own skirt, and she was rubbing her cunt
through her thong (even the twins' underwear had matched).  She hadn't even
been ordered to do that...  What a little slut.
   "I'm gonna cum inside your slutty, schoolgirl, pussy," Hendrickson
gasped.  Madeline didn't respond with anything but another, low moan... 
Maybe it was protest, maybe it was anticipation; sometimes it was hard to
tell with these sluts.
   With a growled roar, Hendrickson came, pushing himself as deeply as he
could into Maddie's cunt and holding there.  Madeline, for her part, seemed
to shake and spasm on his dick, her eyes rolling back and her tongue
hanging out as the teacher continued to hold her pigtails, craning her back
to look towards the ceiling.
   When Hendrickson finally pulled his, now shrinking, dick out of
Madeline's pussy, a thin trail of cum followed it.  Reaching down to grab
Ashley by the pigtails, he forced her face first into her sister's cunt,
ordering her to lick it clean.  Ashley closed her eyes and obeyed, scooping
out what cum she could reach and swallowing it down with a grimace.
   "One down," Hendrickson growled, "one to go."
   I started to say that I would use Maddie, if he was going to try Ash...
The show had gotten me hard, and it had been so long since I had fucked
either of the twins, I could feel my balls churning.  Besides, this didn't
count as breaking my mental promise to Sophie...  She had asked me to use
the twins like this.
   I was interrupted, though, by the sound of the door opening.
   Mrs.  Mary Legault, French teacher of my fantasies, stood there,
frowning at the scene.  Everyone looked at her.  Me, feeling guilty for the
hand that had been rubbing myself through my pants.  Hendrickson with his
softening dick still wet.  Maddie, eyes still glazed, underwear around her
knees, and Ashley with a line of drool and cum connecting her lips to her
sister's cunt.
   "What the fuck is going on?"
   -Chapter 4I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out. 
How in the fuck do you explain to a woman why her husband is fucking two
underage girls while you watched?
   "Honey," Hendrickson answered, "I'm sorry." I'm sorry?  THAT'S the best
he can come up with?  He didn't even sound nearly as sorry as an adulterous
felon ought to.
   "You better be, mister," his wife replied, as she shut the door.  She
didn't sound terribly angry, I had to admit.  Almost like she was teasing.
"You know I hate it when you start things like this without sharing."
   ...Seriously?
   Hendrickson smiled as Mary walked over and kissed him.  "Sorry, babe,"
he said, "This was a bit of an unexpected Christmas present...  From Benny,
there."
   Mary looked at me.  All of me.  She didn't hide how her eyes roamed down
my body, lingering on the bulge in my pants.  "Oh really?" She asked,
"Isn't he a nice boy." She walked over to me, and leaned on the desk I was
sitting at to look into my eyes.  "I remember you in class, Benny.  You
always paid attention...  But I don't think it was my lessons you were
paying attention to, was it?"
   I smiled, trying desperately to unstuck my tongue from the roof of my
mouth.  Before I answered, I looked over her as she had looked over me. 
She was wearing a navy dress suit.  Pantyhose darkened the skin of her
legs, from high heeled boot to just above her knees, where a simple skirt
hung tight around them.  She had an open blazer on over a grey blouse... 
The blouse had several buttons undone, showing off an impressive amount of
cleavage.  I don't know how big her tits were, but I would guess well into
a D-cup.
   "No ma'am," I answered.
   "I didn't think so.  I'll tell you what, as much as I love watching my
husband over there break some nasty little schoolgirl bitch - that's why I
married a pervert like him, anyways - I think you and I should have some
more fun than just watching, don't you?"
   I gulped, a torrent of half-remembered fantasies flooding my mind.  "Yes
ma'am."
   "Good boy." She turned, and spoke to her husband as she took off her
blazer and started unbuttoning her blouse.  "Honey, you look like you're
done with that slut, right?" She gestured at Madeline, who looked entirely
confused about the whole situation.  "Send her this way, while you take
care of the other bitch."
   A few minutes later, Mary was ready for her fun.  She had taken off her
pantyhose and her top, letting her massive tits hang out, and hiked up her
skirt so it was bunched around her waist.  She had ordered Madeline to lie
down on the ground on her back.  Pulling the girl's thong off entirely,
Mary spread Maddie's legs, and examined her cunt.  "Loose for her age... 
She must spread her legs a lot, huh?"
   "Yes ma'am," I answered, getting into it, "She and her sister are both
real sluts."
   "I thought so." Mary positioned herself so she was over Madeline's face.
She looked down at the girl, and spat, hitting my step-sister on the
forehead.  "Here's what's going to happen, you filthy slut.  You're going
to pay me back for fucking my husband.  I'm going to sit on your face, and
you're going to lick me, or else I'm going to shove my arm elbow deep
inside your cunt, understand?"
   Madeline whimpered as the French teacher's spit ran into her eye,
forcing her to blink it out.  "Yes, ma'am..."
   "Good girl." Mary sat, lowering her ass directly over Maddie's face. 
She used both hands to spread her asscheeks, and aimed her asshole directly
for the girl's face.  Madeline starter to protest, but it was cut short as
the teacher's pleasantly round ass smothered her.  "I didn't tell her where
she'd be licking," Mary said to me, shrugging.  She wiggled her ass for a
moment then, apparently displeased with what was happening, reached down
and delivered a quick slap to Madeline's exposed cunt.  I could hear my
step-sister squeal from beneath Mary's backside.  The teacher raised
herself up slightly, letting Madeline gasp in air.  "Listen slut," Mary
said, "if you want me to keep sitting up like this so you can breath,
you're going to lick my asshole like a good girl." With that, she lowered
herself again.  She must have got through to Maddie, because after a
moment, she closed her eyes and sighed.  "That's a good whore..."
   Hendrickson, meanwhile, had set himself up with Ashley.  Once his cock
had grown hard again under the skilled hands and tongue of Ashley, he had
sat down on his desk, and had her mount him reverse-cowgirl.  Her shirt had
been undone and her breasts pulled free of her bra.  As she lowered herself
onto his fat cock, he reached around to squeeze her breasts, making her
whimper in pain as he mauled them roughly.
   At his command, Ashley began bouncing up and down on him, moaning like a
whore as she rode him.  Leaving one hand to support herself, she used the
other to reach down and alternate between rubbing at her clit and his
balls. I knew her well enough to know she wasn't actually that concerned
with how he felt, other than knowing that the sooner he came, the sooner
she could stop...  Still, it looked like she was giving it her all and
truly enjoying the round treatment that the teacher was giving her.  "Oh
god!" she cried, "It's so hard!" He voice was punctuated by the slap of her
ass bouncing off of his waist.
   "Your turn, Benny." Mary's voice called me back to attention.  She was
still smothering Maddie with her ass and, judging by her half-closed eyes
and the hand she had furiously rubbing at her cunt, still enjoying my
step-sister's rimjob.  "How many times have you fantasized about my tits,
hmm?  Well, here's your chance to use them."
   She didn't have to invite me twice.  In a flash, I was standing in front
of her, feet planted on either side of Madeline's body.  My pants and
underwear were strewn behind me, and my cock was hard and ready for action.
   Mary let a stream of saliva drip from her bottom lip to pool between her
breasts.  Taking my cock in one hand, she drooled on that, too, rubbing her
spit around to get my cock nice and wet.  Then she placed it between her
breasts, and took one tit in each hand, and squeezed them together around
my cock.
   Her breasts were even better than I had imagined.  Impossibly soft, they
enveloped my cock in warmth as she began to move them up and down.  I
leaned back slightly, allowing her to fit more of my dick in her cleavage.
"Holy fuck..." I muttered, "you feel amazing..."
   Rather than answer, Mary just smiled at me, and moved her hands further
forward on her tits, so that while she bounced them up and down on my cock,
she could also pinch and twist her own nipples.  She raised herself up off
Maddie's face long enough for Maddie to gasp in more breath, and to snap
"Get that tongue of yours deeper in my ass, whore." before lowering herself
back down.
   A gasp of surprise and pain snapped my attention from Mrs.  Legault over
to Ashley.  At some point while fucking her, Hendrickson had let go of her
tits and forced her to bend forward, so her head was pointed towards his
feet.  Then he had slid his thumb into her ass, while still balls-deep in
her cunt.  The sudden double-penetration is what had made Ash cry out.
   Mary must have seen what happened to, and could tell by Hendrickson's
grunts that he was getting close.  "Don't cum in the slut." She ordered. 
Hendrickson nodded his understanding, and held Ashley in place, deep on his
cock, rather than bouncing her.  He made up for that stillness by switching
from his thumb to two fingers in her ass, and fingerfucking her there.  I
had assfucked Ash enough to know exactly how much she hated it...  I could
see her bite her lip to keep from crying out, but nothing could stop the
tears that started running down her cheeks.
   Mary, meanwhile, went back to milking my cock with her tits.  "Let me
know before you cum," she said.  I just nodded, too lost in pleasure to
speak.  As she twisted her own nipples around, she craned her neck down to
stare directly at her own cleavage.  Every time my cockhead emerged from
between her tits, she flicked her tongue out to touch it, sending a jolt of
pleasure through me.  Not that the titjob itself wasn't already pleasurable
enough.  While the twins were hot, their tits were tiny compared to Mrs. 
Legault's...  It wasn't long at all before the mix of her soft tits and her
warm tongue had me ready to burst, and I told her as much.
   Smiling wickedly, she released my cock.  I don't want to say I whined...
But I admit I moaned in disappointment.  She winked at me, and stood up. 
Madeline was breathing heavily, relieved to finally be able to breathe
properly after spending the last fifteen or so minutes smothered beneath
another woman's ass.  With a nod from his wife, Hendrickson pulled his
fingers from Ashley's mouth with a popping sound.  Then, after quickly
shoving them in her mouth and telling her to lick them clean, he pushed her
from his cock, off the desk, and onto the floor.
   Taking a handful of both of the twins' hair, Mary forced them to kneel
side by side, with her behind them.  She craned their necks back, forcing
them to look up.  Ashley was crying, but tried to look like she was
happy... Her anger was pretty clear behind the fake smile, though. 
Madeline, on the other hand, looked just grateful not to be rimming Mary
anymore.  Her eyes were still mostly glazed, though, and her mouth hung
slightly open.
   "Paint these bitches faces, boys." Mary said.
   Hendrickson and I got to it.  Both of us, already having been close to
coming, needed only to stroke ourselves a few times before blowing our
load. Ashley closed her eyes, but Maddie didn't until a streak of my cum
drew a line from her forehead to her cheek directly across one.  Her mouth
was also still open, letting cum trickle into it between her lips.  I took
more delight in aiming for Ash, though, who was clearly coherent enough to
hate the double facial she was getting.  Her blonde hair was soon sticky
with white cum, and her mascara and lipstick covered with it.
   Once we were done cuming, Hendrickson and I looked down at the twins. 
They were a mess.  Madeline's hairdo had been ruined, on braid completely
pulled apart while the other was only half-held together by a well-wrinkled
ribbon.  Ashley's makeup had fared worse, though, and dark lines of mascara
ran down her cheek, following the path of her tears and our cum.  Semen
dripped off of both their chins, landing on Ashley's exposed tits and
staining Maddie's white top.
   Mrs.  Legault came around in front of the two girls.  She began running
her tongue over Maddie's face first, scooping the cum from it and holding
it in her mouth.  Maddie smiled, and even giggled a bit, as the teacher
tickled her face with her tongue.  When she had cleaned the blonde's face
of all of the semen, she tilted Maddie's head back, held her mouth open,
and spat it all directly into it, ordering her to swallow.  As Maddie did,
Mary moved on to give Ashley the same treatment.  Ashley gagged a bit as
she swallowed the cum, but didn't argue any more than her twin had.
   Done with the twins, both of the teachers set about dressing, and I told
the girls to do the same.  "This was fun, Mrs.  Leagault," I said.
   "It sure was, Benny," she answered.  "Of course...  Needless to say,
it's a complete secret.  If you ever even think about telling anyone what
happened here, we'll sue your family for libel, and make sure your sister
fails every one of her classes." Her husband nodded in agreement
   "Hm." I answered.  I knew it was too good to be true.  Still, the fact
that Mrs.  Legault was a bitch enough to try to threaten me into silence
made me feel a lot less guilty about what I was about to do.  "No, I don't
think so.  I think you're both going to make sure Sophie gets nothing but
A's in your classes.  And I think you, Mary, are going to be a good slut
and let me use those tits of yours whenever I want." As I spoke, I pulled
on my pants, and picked back up the backpack that I had left partially open
on a desk when this all began.
   "How dare you-" Hendrickson started, but I interrupted.
   "I dare, you old pervert, like this." I reached into my bag, and pulled
out the camera that I had left running in there - the camera that I had
used my step-father's money to buy when planning this whole thing.  I
fiddled with it for a bit, and pressed play.  The sound of Mrs.  Legault's
voice telling Maddie to lick her ass filled the room.  "There's video to go
with it, too." The two teacher's looked stunned, and I took the chance to
keep talking.  "It's amazing what technology can do, huh?  Not only did
this one little camera catch everything that just happened on film, but at
the push of a button-" I pushed a button, "the whole thing can be uploaded
to a private storage site, where I can access it from anywhere, any time I
want.  Now you tell me...  If a video of you two fucking three students
comes out, who's going to be in more trouble?  Us...  or you?"
   The shock in their faces was replaced, first with concern, and then with
outright fear.  "Benny," Mary said, her voice absent of all the cruelty it
had shown the girls and the sharpness it held when threatening me, "please,
we'd be fired- We'd be arrested!"
   "You would, wouldn't you?  So you had best make sure you do everything I
say, whenever I say, if you want to make sure this video stays our little
secret." With the twins, dressed and cleaned up as much as they could
manage, on either side of me, I left the room, leaving Hendrickson and
Legault standing naked and trapped.
   And just like that, my two blackmail victims became four.
   -Chapter 5I was in a good mood for the next few days...  but then again,
I had a lot of reasons to be.  I had finally gotten fucked again, which I
had been wanting for close to a month, now.  I had two teachers - one of
whom I had wanted to fuck since elementary school - under my control.  And,
best of all, I knew I was going to be in Sophie's good books again.
   I didn't know how much Sophie was thankful for a while, though.  Not
until Christmas Eve.  I was 14, plenty old enough to not be childishly
happy about Christmas.  Still, I always got excited this time of year... 
Even if I tried to hide how much.  Even though I knew the truth about
things like flying reindeer and fat men who deliver presents, I still found
something magical about Christmas.  It was like anything was possible.
   It was late, but I was still up.  I had heard my mom and Richard moving
around downstairs a while ago - undoubtedly placing presents and filling
stockings.  Even though Sophie had known for years that Santa wasn't real
(a father whose idea of a Christmas present was a pack of chocolate
flavoured condoms saw to that), mom and Richard still liked putting on the
whole show, as if she didn't.  Sophie, for her part, accepted this as
something of her duty as the youngest, and continued to be happy about how
Santa `always knew JUST what she wanted.'
   Anyways, it was late, and I thought I was the last one up...  Until I
heard a tentative knock on my door.  I turned off the monitor of my
computer and went to open it.  It was Sophie, dressed in nothing but a long
pyjama shirt that fell to her knees, covering her panties.  I invited her
inside, trying not to check out my baby sister.  We both sat on the edge of
my bed, side by side.
   "I got my grades back today." She said.  I didn't say anything, so she
continued.  "I got an A-plus in math..."
   I smiled.  "See?  I told you it would work out.  You're clever."
   "Benny...  Don't patronize me.  We both know I passed because of what I
asked you to do."
   "Well..."
   "No, don't.  I'm not mad.  I made the choice, and I'm glad that you
would take the risk to help me like that.  Things could have gone really
bad, you know."
   "It was no problem-" I started, but she interrupted me again.
   "Shut up.  It was a problem.  I was a jerk to you, insulted you for what
you were doing...  And then turned around and asked you to do it for me. 
And you did.  So...  thanks."
   "You're welcome, Soph." I reached an arm around her, and hugged her to
my side.  She leaned her head on my shoulder, and nodded once.  Then, when
I let her go, she stood up and went back to the door.  She opened it.
   Then paused.
   Then closed it again, and turned to face me.
   "Besides," she said, speaking fast and quiet, "I shouldn't have gotten
so upset.  I mean, you're a boy.  You like sex.  Those two are jerks
anyways, so they probably deserved anything you did to them.  And if they
deserved it, then it's not like what da- It's a unique situation."
   "I-"
   "I would be some sort of a hypocrite if I stayed mad at you for having
sex with the twins after I asked you to do this.  So I'm not mad.  I... 
I'm glad you did it.  You helped me out, a lot.  And I really want you to
know how grateful I am."
   "You-"
   "I have friends, Benny, but you're the closest thing to a best friend I
have.  You've always helped me...  You've always been there.  You're the
only one I trust enough...  You're the only one I trust at all.  So if I'm
going to thank you, I'm going to do it right." With that, she strode over
to me, and dropped to her knees in front of where I was sitting on the bed.
   "What are-" I started, but she interrupted again, smiling.  Smiling with
tears in her eyes.
   "Just shut up and let me do this." She reached up and undid the button
on the jeans I was wearing.  Once she pulled down the zipper, my cock
sprang free of my boxers.  She looked at it, then at me.  "You like me in
this, huh?" What could I say?  She looked good, with her smooth legs
exposed, and her nipples pressing against the fabric of the shirt.  I
nodded.  "Good."
   And then she took me in her mouth.
   I had gotten blowjobs before.  Both Ashley and Madeline had swallowed my
cock several times...  But usually, with them, I was steering.  I would
face fuck them hard.  Even when I didn't, they were pretty clearly
reluctant to blow me.  This was the first time I had someone willingly suck
me off.
   And it felt amazing.
   Sophie was younger and smaller than the twins, and her mouth was
tighter. I could feel her teeth scrape against my cock as she bobbed her
head up and down on me, but it didn't hurt.  Rather, it added an extra
layer of feeling, an extra tingle to the whole thing.  She looked up at me
as she worked, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.  Her tongue rubbed along the
underside of my shaft as she worked...  She wasn't moving it on purpose, I
think, but it was a constant presence all the same.  Every now and then she
would pull back far enough to literally suck on my head, the pressure in
her mouth making it twitch in pleasure.  I could feel where she held her
hands on my legs, squeezing slightly every time she took me as deeply as
she could, the head of my cock reaching the back of her mouth, before
surfacing again.
   I laid back, closing my eyes in pleasure.  I reached down and stroked
her head, not forcing her any deeper onto my cock, but running my fingers
through her hair.  I had never noticed before how soft her hair was.  It
was way nicer than the twins'.
   "Soph," I whispered, "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."
   She muttered something, but I couldn't hear what through the mouthful of
cock.  It did have the effect of making her mouth buzz and vibrate on my
cock, which felt amazing.  Whatever she said, it couldn't have been bad -
rather than pull off after my warning, she seemed to speed up, to suck
harder.
   With a low moan, I came.  My cock jerked and spasmed in her mouth, and I
could feel her swallowing around it.  It wasn't a huge load, but she did
have to struggle a bit to keep up with it.  Still, she didn't spill any,
and by the time she took her mouth from my dick, it was already beginning
to shrink.
   "Soph..." I said after a minute of quiet.  "That was-"
   "That was nothing." She interrupted.  "That was a thank-you." She leaned
forward, and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a squeezed her hand to mine
for a moment, before turning and heading out the door.
   She smiled at me again as she pulled it closed; this time, she didn't
look sad at all.  She looked...  She looked content.  At peace.  Maybe even
happy.
   "Marry Christmas, Benny." She said, and left.
   Alone in my room, I smiled.  "Merry Christmas, little sis."
  
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