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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.

Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.

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Connie Gets Blackmailed
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003

All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr.org/~Janus


	Connie was studiously doing her homework when a knock sounded on her door.  She sighed.  The thirteen year old took her schoolwork seriously and always prided herself on doing a good job.  She didn’t like to be interrupted when doing homework, especially when it was she had placed the “Do Not Disturb” sign on her doorknob.  Both her parents knew she was doing homework when the sign was up.  That meant it could only be her little brother Brad.

	She opened the door.  Sure enough it was Brad.  He grinned at her.

	“Brad, what are you doing?” she demanded.  “You know you’re not supposed to bug me when I’m doing homework.”

	Without answering Brad entered her room.  “Hey!  What are you doing?” Connie exclaimed.  “You can’t just come into my room like that!  Get out of here, you little creep!”  She moved to hit him, preparing herself for a fight.  At thirteen, she was two years older than Brad but he was much shorter than she was.  As the older one, she always took great pleasure in pointing out that he was only eleven years old.  

	Brad scooted away from her nimbly before sitting down on her bed.  “Get off of there!” Connie said angrily.  She moved to push him off but he handed her an envelope instead.  

	“I got something for you,” he said, smiling impishly.   Connie grabbed the envelope and threw it onto her desk.  

	“I don’t have time for this, Brad!” she said, raising her voice.  “You better get out of here before I tell mom and dad.”

	“Just look in the envelope,” Brad told her.  Sighing again, Connie retrieved the envelope from her desk.  Opening it, she saw it had a single sheet of paper.  Eying Brad’s bouncy demeanor as he sat on her bed, she removed the sheet.  It was a picture, printed up from Brad’s computer.  Connie’s face went white as she saw what it was: a picture of her and her friend Carrie, kissing.

	“You jerk!” Connie shouted at him.  “What is this?  Where did you get this?”

	Brad couldn’t contain his laughter anymore.  Connie fumed as her brother burst into fits of laughter on her bed.  She closed her bedroom door.  

	“I’m serious, Brad,” she said angrily.  “What is this?”

	“It’s just some pictures I took with the digital camera I got for my birthday,” Brad told her.

	“Pictures?” Connie wailed.  “You mean you have more of these?”

	Brad nodded.  “About a dozen or so.”

	“How did you take these?”Connie demanded.  “Why?”

	“I was hiding in the closet,” Brad confessed.

	“You jerk!  I want you to go delete all those pictures right now!”

	Brad shook his head.  “No way.”

	Connie kicked the bed in frustration.  “If you don’t delete them, I’m going to beat you up, asshole.”

	Brad shrugged indifferently.  “If you beat me up, I’ll show these pictures to mom and dad.  And everyone at school too.”

	Connie wanted to strangle him.  “You wouldn’t dare!” she exclaimed.  But Brad only watched her cooly.  With a sinking feeling of defeat, she knew he had the upper hand.  “All right,” Connie conceded.  “What do you want?  I’ve got about fifty dollars saved up from babysitting.”

	“I don’t want your money,” Brad said.  

	“All right then, you little blackmailer,” Connie spat at him, “what is that you want?”

	Connie saw Brad hesitate.  He said quickly, “I-want-you-to-take-off-your-underwear-and-let-me-see-between-your-legs.”

	Connie was shocked.  “What?  You’re crazy!  I’m not doing that!”

	“If you don’t,” Brad threatened, “I’ll show everyone these pictures.  Everyone’s gonna call you a stupid dyke.”

	Connie rolled her eyes.  “You’re stupid, Brad.  You don’t even know what a dyke is.”

	“I do so,” Brad countered.  “And if you don’t do what I say, everyone will see these pictures.”

	Connie folded her arms on her chest and glared at her little brother.   “You’re just a little pervert.  What do you want?  A quick peep?”

	“No,” Brad said, “I want to touch too.”

	“WHAT?” Connie exploded.  “You’re totally crazy!  That’s sick!  I’m not going to let you do that.”

	“You have to.  Or else.”

	Connie thought furiously.  There must be something else she could do.  But every idea led to a checkmate.  Her little brother was dictating the deal.  “Okay,” she said, swallowing her rage, “so you get to touch me.  And then you promise you’ll delete the pictures?”

	Brad nodded.

	“I’ll get to watch you delete them, right?” Connie said, wanting to clarify the deal.  Brad nodded again.  Connie mulled over the proposition.  “So I’ll just lie here on the bed and let you touch me, right?  But it can’t be forever.  I’m going to time you.  You can do it for ten seconds.”

	“No way,” Brad told her.  “I want sixty seconds.”

	Connie felt greatly irritated.  “Sixty seconds!  You’re such a pervert!  You can look for ten seconds and that’s it.”

	“Thirty seconds, then,” Brad negotiated.  “You’ll lift up your skirt for thirty seconds and I get to touch too.  Or I show these pictures.”

	“All right,” Connie fumed.  “Thirty seconds.  I’ll get the stopwatch.  I’ll be right back.”

	Angrily, Connie went downstairs to grab the stopwatch from the kitchen.  She was enraged that her little brother would blackmail her like this.  She wished she could tell her parents but the thirteen year old knew that her parents would flip out if they found out she kissed another girl.  Their older sister, Joanie, had been sent to a strict private school when her parents found out she was secretly dating boys and smoking cigarettes.  Connie could only imagine what the consequences would be if her Brad showed them the pictures.
	
	It had happened last week when Carrie stayed for a sleepover.  Both girls had been talking about boys and dating when they agreed to do a kissing experiment.  Connie blushed with embarrassment as she remembered what else they did that night.  The two girls had agreed to take off their underwear so they could see what it was like when someone touched them between the legs.  At least Brad didn’t have any pictures of that.

	Connie grabbed the stopwatch from a kitchen drawer and headed back upstairs.  She stopped at the bathroom to pull off her underwear from beneath her skirt.  The thought of what she was about to do made her feel sick.  Her own litle brother touching her private parts!  It was mortifying and perverted.  Unfortunately, it was the only way out.  
	She returned to the bedroom to find Brad waiting for her.  Connie already felt exposed, being in the same room with her litle brother wearing a skirt with no underwear.  Brad got off her bed so she could lie down on it.  Careful to keep her skirt pulled against her knees, Connie laid down carefully, letting her knees dangle off the edge of the bed.  

	“All right you blackmailing pervert,” Connie said to her little brother.  “I set the stopwatch for half a minute, see?  And then once we’re done, we go erase those pictures.”

	Brad nodded.  Connie glowered at him.  The feeling of nausea was rising in her stomach.  Feeling like a dirty girl, she pressed the start button on the stopwatch and lifted her skirt.  

	Brad heart pounded in his chest as he watched his sister lift her skirt.  He couldn’t believe she was going along with this.  He had spent days formulating a plan and it was going perfectly.  He watched her skirt drift up past her knees, revealing her milky white thighs.  The cotton skirt continued past her skinny legs until it reached her waist.  But Brad’s eyes were captivated by the sight between her legs.  

	Her dark pubic hair had grown in but was still very sparse.  A trail of it stretched upwards from her dark and fleshy slit, the pattern of the hair growing in a gentle s-shaped spiral as it threatened to overtake her entire pubic region.  Brad's heart skipped with excitement as he studied the still immature folds of her lips.  One side was growing faster than the other, it curled out in a provocative pucker while the other side remained quite flat and unremarkable.  It was like Brad was looking at a woman and a girl, melded together.  

	Brad breathed deeply.  He was enjoying every second of this.  He loved the way his sister's smooth ivory skin changed as it drew closer and closer to her private parts.  On either side of her valley, the skin was a dark pink that gradually lightened as it faded into her normal skin tone.  Beneath her pink private area, there was an area of normal skin that again gradually changed tone to mark her puckered anal opening.  Brad felt a stirring in his underwear as he gazed at his sister.

	Realizing he had just wasted several precious seconds, Brad reached out and touched the more mature lip that adorned the right side of his sister's labia.  She flinched at his touch but Brad ignored her.  Starting at the top of her slit, he let his finger run between her vaginal lips.  It felt strange.  Her private area wasn't completely dry, but instead it had a hint of moisture to it.  Brad wondered why her skin wasn't completely dry.  Where was this moisture coming from?

	Leaning in closer, the curious boy spread his sister's lips with both hands.  He nearly gasped at the sight that greeted him.  Her slit opened up into a perfect teardrop shape.  At the top of the teardrop, some folds of skin joined together to form a sort of apex.  The inside of the teardrop was a dark shade of pink with her vaginal lips even darker on either side.  The entire area glistened as if it were coated with a morning dew.  At the bottom of the teardrop was a very light shade of pink where puffy folds of flesh winked at him.  

	Brad moved closer, leaning in until Connie felt his breath on her skin  She blushed furiously as her little brother explored her private area. She bit her lip as she felt his finger run along the length of her slit.  With a twinge of guilt, Connie felt a slight jolt of excitement as he touched her.  She swallowed hard as she felt him spreading her apart.  The thirteen year old was overwhelmed with embarrassment as her brother leaned in close to scrutinize her maturing labia.

	Keeping his sister's lips spread open, Brad used his thumb to touch the inside of the teardrop.  His sister recoiled slightly at his touch.  His thumb cautiously prodded at the light pink area at the bottom of the teardrop.  To his surprise, the pink area gave way and swallowed the tip of his thumb.  He was probing the entrance to her vagina!  He was about to explore some more when Connie announced, "Time's up!"

	Connie scooted away from her brother’s touch, letting her skirt fall back down.  She hurried to the bathroom and pulled her panties back on, relishing the safe feeling of being covered again.  Returning to her bedroom, she saw Brad 
waiting for her.  

	“All right, Brad,” she said.  “Let’s go.”

	They walked in silence to Brad’s bedroom.  He sat down at his computer desk and turned on the monitor.  He opened Windows Explorer and selected a folder marked “connie”.  

	“Okay,” Connie prodded impatiently.  “Delete it.”  She watched as Brad pressed delete.  “Go on,” she said, eying him.  “Empty it from the recycle bin.”

	Brad did as he was told.  Once he was done, Connie punched him hard in the arm.  “You little pervert,” she scowled at him.  “I’m never talking to you again.”  Connie turned and left the room.  

	Once she left, Brad closed his door and locked it.  He sat back down at his computer again and reached for the mouse.  Navigating through a different folder tree, he pulled up a folder titled "connie2".  Smiling to himself, Brad selected a jpeg and sent it to the printer.  As his inkjet hummed to life, Brad felt his young penis harden again as he browsed through more pictures of his sister and her friend in various stages of undress.




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