From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Connie Gets Blackmailed 3 of 3   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       CHAPTER THREE   
      
       For the next week, Connie studiously avoided her brother.  Each time she   
   thought of him, her heart swelled with rage at what he had done to her.   
   She felt dirty and ashamed that she had let her brother touch her between   
   her legs.  Worse was the fact that she had almost enjoyed it and had gotten   
   so wet during the touching.   
      
       The truth was, Connie had been masturbating every day since the   
   experience, sometimes twice a day.  Uncontrollable urges would overwhelm   
   the thirteen year old girl at random intervals and she would soon find   
   herself lying on her bed with her skirt pulled up, her fingers moving   
   furiously over her clit to bring herself to another orgasm.   
      
       But before she touched herself, Connie was always careful to lock her   
   bedroom door and check her closet to make sure Brad wasn't sneaking around   
   again.  She still didn't trust her brother one bit.   
      
       Today, the young girl had cautiously locked her door and was   
   masturbating for the third time that day.  Connie never undressed   
   completely, preferring to remain clothed lest she needed to stop quickly if   
   her parents knocked on her door or something.  This time, she was about   
   halfway to another explosive orgasm when she heard a key turning in her   
   door.  To her horror, the door swung open.  Brad stood on the other side,   
   watching her.   
      
       Quickly, she pulled her hand from her panties and pulled her rumpled   
   skirt down.  Connie felt her face burning red from the embarrassment.   
      
       "Hi, Connie," Brad grinned at her.  "Whatcha doin'?"   
      
       Connie was furious beyond words.  She sputtered for a moment before   
   finally yelling, "What are you doing here, you little jerk?  I hate you!   
   Why do you do this to me?""   
      
       Brad shrugged.  Connie saw him put a key into his pocket.  "You know   
   you're not supposed to play with the master key," she accused him.  "I'm   
   telling on you and dad's gonna kill you when he finds out you've been going   
   through his desk drawers."   
      
       Brad ignored her and stepped into her bedroom, closing the door behind   
   him.  Enraged at his audacity, Connie curled her hand into a fist, ready to   
   punch him good.  Brad dodged by her before she could strike.   
      
       "Just hold on," Brad said, moving to the mini TV/VCR combo on her   
   bureau. "I just wanted to show you something."   
      
       It wasn't until then that Connie noticed he carried a videocassette with   
   him.  A sense of trepidation filled her as Brad turned on the TV and slid   
   the tape into the VCR slot.  Expecting the worse, she swallowed hard as he   
   pressed "Play."   
      
       She watched as the screen went blurry for a moment and then focused.   
   She recognized Brad's room.  The camera was pointed at his empty bed.   
   There was no sound.  Nothing happened for a few seconds until she saw two   
   figures walk into the room.  Connie felt light-headed from the shock as she   
   saw herself sit down on Brad's bed and lift her skirt, revealing her bare   
   crotch to her brother.   
      
       Tears welled up in Connie's eyes.  Brad had blackmailed her enough   
   already and Connie knew what his argument would be.  Without a prefacing   
   explanation, it would seem as if the thirteen year old had willingly   
   entered her younger brother's room and exposed herself to him.  Lifting her   
   skirt to reveal her bare slit to her brother!  "I wasn't even wearing   
   underwear beneath the skirt," Connie thought to herself, mortified.  "I   
   look like a total slut!"   
      
       And then it got worse as, onscreen, Connie began to rub herself.  Connie   
   could only imagine her parents asking her, "What were you thinking?   
   Masturbating in front of your little brother?" A pit of fear formed deep in   
   her stomach when Brad knelt before her onscreen.  She watched as the   
   videotape replayed Brad's finger slipping into her vagina.  Sickened,   
   Connie moved to turn off the TV.   
      
       "What do you want?" Connie whispered.  She knew she was at her brother's   
   mercy.  She just hoped her fate wouldn't be too terrible.   
      
       "I want to fuck you," Brad told her, not mincing words at all.   
      
       Connie didn't even protest.  She knew he held all the cards.  "You'll   
   have to use a condom," she said flatly.   
      
       "No way," he replied.   
      
       "I can't get pregnant!" Connie said indignantly.   
      
       "I won't do it inside you," Brad promised.   
      
       "How can I be sure that you won't?" Connie asked warily.   
      
       "I won't do it," Brad promised.  He held out the stopwatch.  Connie took   
   it.  "Sixty seconds," he told her.   
      
       Connie swallowed hard.  Each time she thought about what she going to   
   do, her mind revolted and she felt physically sick.  Closing her eyes, she   
   tried to think about something other than the fact that she was about to   
   lose her virginity to her little brother.  Taking a deep breath, she let   
   her mind disconnect from her body.   
      
      
      
       Then it became easy.  Moving automatically, Connie's hands went   
   underneath her skirt and she pulled her panties off.  She was able to   
   ignore that they were slightly damp from her masturbation session earlier.   
   Out of the corner of her eye, Connie saw Brad fumbling with his belt buckle   
   and heard him unzip.  She ignored him.  Tossing the panties aside, Connie   
   lay back on the bed and lifted her skirt.  She felt a surge of shame and   
   embarrassment from exposing herself but she buried the feelings under a   
   blanket of willpower.   
      
       Connie saw her brother approach the edge of the bed where her legs   
   dangled off.  He had taken his pants and underwear off, leaving only his   
   shirt.  She felt another flood of embarrassment as her gaze settled on her   
   brother's crotch.  Connie closed her eyes momentarily and used all her   
   willpower to quench the rising emotion in her.  "I'm not here," she told   
   herself, "I'm going to let him do this."   
      
       She opened her eyes and tried to objectively study Brad's genital   
   region, like a doctor would look at him.  Connie noticed he had no pubic   
   hair yet.  His penis and testicles didn't look terribly different from when   
   he was two years old and getting his diaper changed.  Despite her attempt   
   at control, Connie felt the blood rush to her ears as she watched her   
   brother stroke his penis.  She saw it start to perk up and harden.  Moving   
   her gaze to Brad's face, she saw that he was intently staring at her   
   crotch.   
      
       "It must turn him on a lot to see me down there," she thought to   
   herself. His penis was now sticking out from his body at a right angle.   
   Even fully hard, she couldn't help but notice that it wasn't that big.  It   
   was probably the size of her ring finger, only about two inches long and   
   not much thicker either.  Connie noticed that the slit on the dark red tip   
   of his penis seemed to be leaking a clear fluid.  The thirteen year old   
   girl swallowed hard and tried to focus her mind elsewhere.   
      
      
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