From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Connie Gets Blackmailed 1 of 3   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       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   
      
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