From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Connie Gets Blackmailed 2 of 3   
      
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       CHAPTER TWO   
      
       Connie was doing her homework a week later when she heard a knock on her   
   door.  She opened it and scowled as she saw Brad.   
      
       "What do you want, twerp?" she glared at him.   
      
       Brad held up a manila envelope.  "I thought you might want to see   
   these."   
      
       Fixing him with a piercing eye, Connie grabbed the envelope.  She opened   
   it up and pulled out a single sheet of paper.  Her heart sank as she saw   
   what it was.  The picture showed her and Carrie lifting up their skirts.   
   Both clearly had no underwear on.  Worse, Connie's arm was outstretched to   
   Carrie's body, her finger clearly touching the area between her legs.   
      
       "You jerk!" Connie accused.  "You said you deleted all the picures!"   
   Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.  She had never felt so mad in   
   all her life.  "And you said you only spied on us when we were kissing!"   
   she complained.   
      
       Brad shrugged his shoulders.  Enraged, Connie began tearing up the   
   picture, continuing until it was in little shreds.  "It doesn't matter,"   
   Brad told her.  "I've got other ones."   
      
       Connie didn't care.  At least the physical act of destroying the picture   
   felt good.  "All right," she said angrily.  "What do I have to do this   
   time?"   
      
       Brad already knew exactly what he wanted.  "I want you to lift up your   
   skirt and rub yourself for sixty seconds," he dictated coolly, "and I get   
   to put my finger inside you while you do it."   
      
       Connie couldn't believe her ears.  She knew Brad could be a brat but she   
   had no idea he was such a conniving pervert.  Still, the thirteen year old   
   was smart enough to know she was in no position to bargain.   
      
       "How do I know you'll erase all the pictures this time?" Connie demanded   
   warily.   
      
       "I'll let you go through my computer and see for yourself that there   
   aren't any more pictures," Brad promised her.   
      
       Connie felt a wave of nausea pass through her as she thought of what she   
   was about to do.  Her own little brother was going to put his finger inside   
   her!  She gritted her teeth.  "Okay then, jerk, let's get this over with,"   
   Connie said, reaching underneath her skirt to pull off her underwear.   
      
       "Wait," Brad said.  "I want to do it in my room."   
      
       "Why?"   
      
       "Just because," Brad said, annoying Connie even more.   
      
       "Fine."   
      
       Connie removed her underpants and tossed them aside.  The cool air felt   
   strange against her bare crotch, particularly since she was wearing a skirt   
   with nothing on underneath in front of her brother for the second time.   
   The two of them marched to Brad's room where he shut the door behind them.   
   Connie sat down on the bed.   
      
       "I've already got the stopwatch," Brad showed her.  Connie rolled her   
   eyes and glared at him.  He had clearly been planning this out.   
      
       "Okay," Connie said, taking the watch.  "Sixty seconds." She pressed the   
   button and lifted her skirt.   
      
       Brad's eyes zeroed in on his sister's crotch, devouring every inch of   
   her fleshy slit.  "Rub yourself," he reminded her.   
      
       Connie blushed furiously.  With one hand hiking up her skirt, the   
   preteen girl reached down with her free hand and caressed her maturing   
   slit. Mortified that her brother was watching, Connie dipped her middle   
   finger around the entrance to her vagina, lubricating her finger slightly   
   with her own juices.  She then moved her shiny finger to her hooded clit   
   and began stroking it gently.   
      
       Brad watched with fascination as his sister diddled herself.  He watched   
   her finger move near the top of her darkened slit where her growing pubic   
   hair started to spiral out.  She started rubbing what Brad assumed must be   
   her clit.  The eleven year old boy had seen his fair share of porn to know   
   what the clitoris was and roughly where to find it.   
      
       Connie felt horrible and dirty as she masturbated in front of her little   
   brother.  She saw the way his eyes were mesmerized by her body, how he   
   looked at her like she was just a piece of meat.  She glanced at the   
   stopwatch on the bed.  Still forty-five seconds to go.  She watched as Brad   
   knelt down in front of her, his face level with her exposed crotch.   
      
       Brad reached out and touched her vaginal lips.  Connie cringed inwardly   
   at his touch.  He traced the outline of her labia before moving inward to   
   her hidden femininity.  Despite her ministrations to her clit, Connie felt   
   completely dry.  She wasn't surprised then that when Brad tried to push his   
   index finger into her vagina, he didn't make much progress.   
      
       What happened next almost made the young girl throw up.  She watched as   
   her little brother licked his finger, coating it with his saliva.  His very   
   own finger that had just been pressing against her vagina!  Connie couldn't   
   avert her gaze as Brad moved his shiny finger back to her slit.  She felt   
   him press once more against her vagina and this time his finger sank into   
   her easily.   
      
       Connie felt sick.  She was still automatically rubbing her clit.  Having   
   been distracted by her brother's finger, she forgot her initial   
   embarrassment.  She could clearly feel his finger embedded in her vagina,   
   probing her warm and fleshy folds.  Depsite her distaste for the situation,   
   she felt a slight shiver of excitement caress her young body.  Her body   
   finally began to react to the stimulation.  Connie reddened when she   
   realized that her own lubrication was now letting her brother slip his   
   finger into her with ease.  She looked at the stopwatch again.  Twenty   
   seconds to go.   
      
       Brad began moving his finger in and out of her.  "My little brother is   
   fingerfucking me," Connie realized, humiliated.  However, the warm feelings   
   emanating from her spread legs were urgent and commanding and Connie   
   couldn't help but feel little waves of pleasure sweep over her.  Her own   
   finger still danced on her clit and the finger in her vagina added an   
   extraordinary counterpoint as it tickled her sensitive tissue.  Connie knew   
   if this went on, she would undoubtedly have an orgasm.  Both fortunately   
   and unfortunately, the stopwatch read ten seconds to go.  The last ten   
   seconds were the longest of her life as Connie endured her brother's finger   
   slowly moving in and out of her.  Finally the clock reached zero and the   
   alarm began to beep.   
      
       Relieved, Connie let her skirt fall back and pulled away from Brad's   
   exploring finger.  She hated herself for feeling so turned on by the whole   
   experience.  She couldn't help but notice how Brad's finger was still   
   shiny, coated with her juices.  Suddenly, the thirteen year old felt   
   horribly guilty for letting her little brother feel her up like this.  Her   
   nausea turned to anger as she watched Brad nonchalantaly wipe his hands on   
   his pants.   
      
      
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