The Deal

bigsteve

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OC: This is a closed thread between myself and mfucker for the time being, hope you all enjoy it though :)

IC: I admit it I've wanted to fuck my own sister for a very long time. I don't care what anyone thinks, but it's something I've wanted ever since I began masturbating. She's been most of my masturbatory fantasies, and now I think I can finally get the chance to live these fantasies out.

I hold in my hand a deal for my sweet sister Megan. I slide it under her door and wait for her to see what is enclosed.

Dear Megan,

Let me just start this off by saying that I've lusted after you for a very long time. To be honest I'd give anything to fuck you, but given the situation I couldn't see it happening. That is until last weekend. You remember last weekend don't you? In case you'd forgotten I've enclosed one of the fifteen pictures I have from those events. Like it? I know they sure have been getting me off for the past week. It seems such a shame to part with them, but I knew you wouldn't believe me if I didn't have proof. I bet you didn't even know anyone else was around. Well I was, and I have to say it was quite an enjoyable site. I was just happy I had brought my camera.

I hope I haven't frightened you too much. You're secret will be safe with me if you conceed to my deal. For each picture you want back you'll have to please me in whatever sexual demenour I see fit. If you don't pictures will be circulating to all the people you know and love, all the people you don't want to know what happened last weekend to you.

I'll be eagerly waiting your response.

Love your younger brother,
Steve


I sat up in my bedroom waiting for her to come home and read my note.
 
Megan:

It was a typical day at school. My thoughts went back to last weekend as I arrived at the doorstep of our house. It was one of those things that made school bearable.

I dumbed my bag on the ground, and bent over searching for my keys. I glanced over my shoulder and saw old Mr Peters. The pervert.

Quickly standing up, I tried to straighten my cheerleading skirt. Then I entered the house, but not before snarling at Mr Peters.

"Anybody home?" I shouted out.
 
I sat in my room reading. I was trying to do anything to take my mind off the anticipation of my sister coming home. I heard her come in and yell "anybody home?"

I wanted to just hide out in my room and let her find the note on her own, but something inside me wanted to see her face when she found it. I put my book down and stuck my head out my door. "Hello", I yelled back as I walked to our front door. I could barely conceal the hard on forming in my pants.
 
Megan:

Just when I thought I was all alone my brother yelled out from his room.

I was glad to see him. My brother and I were pretty close for siblings, and since Mom and Dad were usually away it was all for the better. At least we could take care of one another.

As he approached the front door, I thought twice before giving him my customary hug. It was my uniform; it just didn't seem very appropriate.
 
My sister stood before me in her cheerleading outfit. It was quite a sight, since she usually changed before coming home. If I had any control over my hard on it was surely shot now. Luckily I had my book with me to help me out.

"You're home kind of early" I said.

I tried to give her my most unobvious look as she undid her shoes. Her body was very toned and her legs were absolutely stunning. I began fantasizing right then and there what it must feel like to be between them.

I snapped out of it and went to give Megan a hug, but she seemed to by shying away a bit. So instead I just gave her a peck on the cheek and told her I'd be in my room.
 
Megan:

He was really quite a nice brother to have around. I remember the times when he would protect me when I got bullied back in high school.

I was still chuckling to myself when I stepped on the envelope. Thinking that my brother probably dropped it, I bent over and picked it up, and was starting to call out for him. Until I noticed that it was addressed to me.

Tossing it on the bed, I put my stuff down, and laid back on the bed. What a tiring day. I really needed that shower.

Standing up, I hooked my thumbs under my top, and was about to take it off when I remembered the note. My curiosity won this time round, and I delayed my shower this once.

Struggling abit with the opening, I finally tore it open (rather uncharacteristically), and saw the note. And the picture.

My eyes widened, and my heart started to beat faster.

Who on earth took that photo!?!

OOC: hey i'll be away for about a week or so....hope you don't mind yea....will try to post if I can find a comp...thanx
 
I sat in my room full of anticipation. What would she think when she saw the note? What would she do? Would she accept my agreement? All these thoughts racing through my mind, I became so hard fantasizing about all the things I would make her do for me, and to me. My hard cock was straining my jeans, and it was getting to be too much for me. I began rubbing it as I walked over to close my door. Then I heard Megan opening the letter.

I walked closer to her room to gauge her reaction. I looked in on through her crack and saw her looking at the photo. She just seemed to stay paused, staring at it. I knew she was going to have to accept my offer, no way would she have her reputation tarnished. I stuck my hands down my pants and began playing with myself. Waiting to see what she would do.
 
OOC: finally found a WORKING terminal in this remote place...sorry to have kept you waiting

Megan:

The first thing that really struck me about that photo was the fact that the focus was undoubtedly on me. My face was in the clear in the photo, even as my body was contorted and twisted in a difficult situation.

Suddenly a new hope sprung inside me. Maybe it was Mark himself; I wouldn't really be surprised if he was into photographing something like this. Only thing I had to make sure now was to get the negatives and any other copies.

Then I read the note, and my jaws dropped as I finished it.

Love your younger brother,
Steve
 
OOC: no problem mfucker anytime you can find to play with me I'll take :)

Steve:
My cock was so hard as I played with myself. I watched her looking at the photo and then her reading the note. I saw her standing there opened mouth - she must have gotten to the end. I was about to walk in her room when our parents returned home. It seemed like a very weird time through dinner as Megan seemed to pretend nothing was wrong. I took this as a sign that maybe she actually liked the idea, but I couldn't be sure as Mom and Dad were around.

During dinner they explained how they would be leaving for the long weekend, and how we'd have the house to ourselves as we often did. They packed up and left. leaving us as we did the dishes. As soon as the door shut, I began smiling as I was drying a plate. I was just waiting for Megan to say something.
 
Megan:

As soon as I said my goodbyes to our parents at the door, my rage returned.

I had been tolerating the glances he had given me throughout dinner and now I would no longer.

Storming towards the kitchen, I saw him drying the dishes. And as if to add oil to fire, he had an unmistakable smirk stuck on his face.

"You bastard." That was all I said.

Then turning, I marched all the way back to my room, tears already welling up in my eyes. I would not let him have the satisfaction of me yelling at him. Not now.
 
Steve:

Megan stormed out of the kitchen and I heard her bedroom door slam shut. As I finished drying the dishes I thought I could hear her crying, sobbing more like it. I walked by her room and there was no mistaking it. She was crying. For a moment I was regretting what I had done. I thought about apologizing and trying to make amends. I went to knock on the door lightly, but instead I just pushed it ajar. I looked in and could see her lying on her bed. Her skirt was riding up a bit, and I had a nice view of her panties and fine ass. Immediately my reasons for doing this returned. I definately didn't feel like apologizing at this point. I walked into the room and sat down on her bed.

Megan looked up at me with her tear filled eyes. At first I thought she was going to attack me, but before she could I caught her off guard by asking her, "So, what's it going to be? Do you want everyone to know what you and Mark were doing last weekend, including your boyfriend? Or are you going to make me help you keep your secret?" As I leaned back on her bed.
 
Megan:

I felt another presence in my room, and I cursed myself for letting my guard down in this state.

It was Steve of course, but not to make amends, as i had hoped. He was already starting to make his side of the bargain.

"What could you possibly hope to get out of this Steve? I'm your own sister for god's sake," I said, almost pleadingly.

My usual strong facade was breaking down fast. It was not so much the act of blackmail that enraged me; it was the fact that the culprit was my own brother, who had been such an angel all these years.
 
Steve

"What could you possibly hope to get out of this Steve? I'm your own sister for god's sake," Megan said, almost pleadingly.

I sat up and touched her hair, she pulled back. I looked deep into her eyes and said "What do I have to gain? Isn't it obvious? I have the chance to gain something that would never be offered to me. You. I've wanted you for a long time Meg, I know you're my sister and all, but I've never thought anyone more beautiful than you. I've wanted you for such a long time, and when this situation presented itself I had to take it. So I'll ask you once again, what is your answer?"

I reached my hand out to her head again.
 
Megan:

I pushed his hand away as tears started to trickle out of my eyes again. It just didn't make sense. These things weren't supposed to happen.

Turning away, and closing my eyes, the realisation, or rather the attempt to denial started to fade away. I knew very well what he wanted, but I was not going to offer him anything. He would have to take it from me, if this would make me feel any better.
 
Steve

OOC: Sorry for the delay, had to go away unexpectedly.

IC: I could see Megan wasn't going to make up her mind on this. As she pushed my hand away and turned away on me I knew that she would never succumb to my will. I would have to take it from her. Her sweet ass was right there in front of me. It looked so good, and I wondered what it felt like.

I slowly put my hand on her leg. It was firm. At first she jumped, and then I heard her whimper. I thought about pulling away, but I just couldn't do it. Her skin felt so nice to me. My hand slowly began working it's way up to her ass. Once I realized that she wasn't going to put up a fight I knew that I would be able to hae her.

I stuck my hand under her skirt and began pulling her panties down.
 
OOC: it's ok...

Megan:

His touch though warm on my skin, felt really revolting at first. The fingers started at my thigh, then slowly but surely, crept up to the hem of my skirt.

I tried to cast the thoughts aside, but I couldn't. To be honest it just made me sick.

Still I didn't put up any resistance, and by then he had found his way to my panties. As if he had known my body for years, his hands easily start to slide my panties down my legs, and I was at a loss for that moment.

After some urging, I finally stand up to make way for the fabric, and soon find my panties lying in a heap at my legs.
 
Steve

Megan stood up off the bed and her panties were at her feet. She looked down at them for a minute and then started to try and stare me down. I just lay on her bed staring at her and her panties. It was getting me so hard knowing that she was naked under her skirt. She just looked at me with disgust.

"Why don't you show me what's under that skirt and I'll show you what's in my pants?" I said as I undid my pants button. I could see her staring at my crotch, but I couldn't tell if that was disgust or intrigue in her eyes. The buldge in my pants was huge at this point, when she stepped out of her panties.
 
Megan:

Call it a moment of weakness, but when I finally laid eyes on the front of his pants a certain element of shock arose inside me. It was always hard to imagine my own brother in that way, but the bulge he was sporting was huge to say the least.

The moment came and gone quickly, and my disgust returned. I chose to ignore his remark then, and returned to my attempt to stare him down.

In a matter of moments he had already removed my panties, and touched me in places I wouldn't even let my boyfriends touch me. I was sure he wasn't going to stop just about now. The only thing was I didn't want to know what was coming next.
 
Even though Megan seemed disgusted with me, she still kept looking at the package in my pants. I was so hard, but at the same time I didn't want to do anything forceful to her. I figured I could probably just take her and she's eventually just stop struggling, but that's not the way I wanted it (this time). She looked so trapped almost. She just sat there wondering when I'd stop playing this game. I looked at her and asked "What if I cut you a deal this one time?"

She didn't respond, just staring off into space.

"Listen Megan this is the last time I'm going to be nice about this before those pictures start circulating. I'm going to make a deal with you."

I slowly began undoing the front of my pants as I noticed her eyes coming back to my crotch.

"Since the deal is everytime you please me in a sexual fashion I see fit, the deal for one picture will be this."

I put my hand on my cock, still hiding it in my underwear as I began stroking it.

"You'll do a little strip-tease for me while I jerk-off. What do you say?"
 
Megan:

My eyes widened, and I could hardly believe what I heard. No sex!!

"Are you...sure?" I asked, barely audible. Strip-teases were bad enough in fact, but anything to get away from his impossible situation would do.

"No touching?" I repeated myself.
 
Steve

"No touching?" she said

Finally I had reached a point of possibility with her. I raised my eyebrow and in my most honest face assured her "No touching, I just want to be able to see your body again". My hand began to tug myself and my cock leapt to full hardness at the prospect of this strip-tease.

Megan paused for a bit, she seemed to be considering this.
 
Megan:

I wasn't sure if I could trust him on this, after all trust was a non-issue now that this had happened.

Still, the prospect of doing what could be least morally wrong was appealing right now. A strip-tease was a strip-tease. Period. No touching, no nothing.

My hands went to my skirt immediately, tugging nervously at the hem-line. It was going to be even more difficult than I thought.
 
Steve

I sat there relishing my defeat over my sister. She was going to give in and strip for me. I tugged at my cock eager to bring myself off at the sight of her body. Megan began akwardly undressing, more like tugging her clothes away. I reached out and put my hand on hers as she tried to pull her skirt down.

She instantly shot me a glance that told me I was crossing the no touching line. She backed away and I pulled my hands back. "Sorry", I said, "but just try and take it easy, maybe some music might help you get into it?"

Megan stopped for a minute and looked at me. I got off the bed and put on some slow music from her collection. "Just try and move with it, don't just rip your clothes off".

With Megan just looking at me I lay back down on her bed and began stroking my cock, "now show me what you got!"
 
Megan:

It was not easy to do something when you're forced into it, especially something like a strip-tease. I had done it before, but I had to get into the mood first. Besides this time the audience wasn't just anyone, it was my own brother.

This was, however, already a bargain of what I had thought he might want me to do. I might as well do this well, and perhaps he might change his mind about everything.

The music was a familiar one, in fact one of my favourites. I forced myself to swing to the music at first, closing my eyes to better aid me.

Trying to shut out whatever Steve was saying, I let my hands slide along my body, my hips swaying. I was getting the hang of it.
 
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