by Iona Nixon
He now had a wide smile on his face whilst his sister looked on in confusion. A theory about make believe was not something she would have an opinion on. In fact, she couldn't quite believe that anyone could have a discussion about it. Deciding to be blunt she ignored his expectant gaze and asked another question.
"I heard from the parents that you had met someone new." This was a lie but it was worth a shot, she wanted this conversation over and if he said no then she could leave him alone and she could return to the real world.
"Um... n...no, no I don't know what they are talking about." He had avoided looking at her, which was a sure fire way to tell that he was lying.
"Come on Owen, you've never been good at lying. Has my big brother found himself a girlfriend?" Amelia taunted him as he vigorously shook his head in denial. "What's her name then?"
"Sandra." He whispered.
"I'm sorry what was that?" She cupped her ear and moved in towards his face.
"Sandra." His voice was a bit louder this time. He swallowed loudly, as Amelia took a step back; a horrified expression on her face, the last piece of the jigsaw had fallen into place.
Sandra and Amelia were inseparable as children all the way until high school. This was where the email address came into play, it was the year 2008 when Amelia decided that Sandra was the reason she wasn't popular. Desperate to make friends and be cool, she ditched her old friend and started to follow the most popular gang in school.
She took every chance she had to taunt and make fun of Sandra, enjoying the laughs she got from her new friends with each jibe. On top of that Amelia revealed all of Sandra's secrets. It soon got too much for Sandra and she left the school soon after transferring to another local school. That was the last Amelia had seen and thought of her up until moments ago.
Regaining her composure she noticed her brother had gone back to his computer paying no attention to his sister. Getting close to Owen, she calmly turned off the computer screen and forced him to look at her.
"Tell me everything." The three words were spat from her mouth as she glared at him.
"Well, we met in the shopping centre, she talked to me... and...well, we just met up again and again and again and again... but that was it, she's left to study in Canada."
"Did she ask about me?"
Owen nodded his head.
"And she came around to this house?"
Again Owen nodded. "She hadn't watched the lord of the rings, I had to show her 'the fellowship' you can't blame me for that."
"You didn't have to show her anything!" Amelia's voice was reaching fever pitch, "When you forced me to watch it, I walked out of the fucking cinema after ten minutes!"
Owen nervously chuckled. "Funny you should say that, so did she."
"You let her walk around the house!"
"I don't know what she did, when I finished watching the film she was gone. She sent me a text saying that she was feeling ill and I haven't seen her since." He trailed off towards the end.
Amelia saw his confused and panicked expression, not wanting him to realise what she was really angry about, she calmed down before speaking.
"Look Owen, Sandra was a snake. It was the reason I stopped being friends with her, she was spreading rumours about me just so she could make new friends. I don't want someone like her to sink her teeth into you, ok?" She turned and left the room not caring whether her explanation made sense. Now she knew who the stalker was; she could turn the tables on them.
Taking the stairs two at a time, she launched herself on her computer only to see that she had already got another message from Sandra.
'So now you know who I am! Congratu-fucking-lations! But I wouldn't call shouting at your brother seducing him, he's not into that believe me I should know! Here's another present, enjoy!'
This time the attachment was a video, almost like de ja vu she watched herself in the computer room shouting at her brother. It was only twenty seconds long but it absolute proved that Sandra had managed to get cameras in every single room.
Letting out a scream of anger Amelia proceeded to destroy her room, looking desperately for any sign of a camera.
When she finally stopped, her room now upside down, her chime sounded again.
'You have one new message.'
'Doing some spring cleaning? Now you brother is in the living room watching television, this is the perfect chance to get his attention. I think the t shirt you sleep in would do nicely, forget about your underwear though!'
Trembling with rage, Amelia screamed at her computer screen. "Fuck off!" Calming herself she suddenly let out a laugh as she realised that she could just block the email then all her problems would be solved.
It was at that point that her brother's phone went off. He had left it in his room all day, as he had no need for it. Amelia froze as she strained her ears wishing that her he hadn't heard it, after a couple of minutes of silence she walked across to her brother's room and cracked open the door.
Reaching inside she picked up his phone and opened the message, the id was private yet the message told Amelia everything she needed to know. The first line of the message was headlined, 'something for you to enjoy' and beneath that was the picture of Amelia naked in front of her mirror. The same picture that Sandra had sent Amelia earlier that day, though the flash hid half her face Owen would know who it was.
Deleting the message she moved back into her room, there was still no noise from downstairs save for the dull voices from the television. Sitting back down to her computer screen she was again greeted by a live chat screen.
'Well I hope all this fun and games are over because we are onto the serious stuff now!'
'I don't have any money.'
'I never said I wanted your money! I just want you to follow my instructions.'
'Look I will apologise to you in front of all the people from school.' She waited for a reply, but none came. 'Please anyone but my family. Anyone, you can name it.'
'I don't think you've got any say in the matter. But as you want an explanation, I'm using your brother because then I can see that you actually go through with it. I trusted you once before remember...'
Amelia still didn't move. Seconds later she heard Owens phone ring again.
Jumping to her feet she rushed to his room and deleted the text without looking at it, moving back into her room she slowly stripped off.
Her thick warm hoodie dropped to the floor, quickly followed by her baggy trousers, standing in her plain white underwear she briefly toyed with the idea of keeping them on but the email chime still rung in her head.
Unclasping her bra Amelia admired her breasts in the mirror, they were not overly large but they were incredibly firm. In fact she often left her bra at home knowing that she didn't need it. Picking up her over large t shirt she let it fall over her shoulders.
The picture of a dolphin on the front was barely noticeable. The shirt was a gift from her grandma, who had accidentally ordered the largest possible size. Not wanting to ask for a receipt and therefore hurt her grandma's feelings, Amelia wore it to bed, every night, for the last ten years.
Over the years she had grown and the shirt had shrunk from the hundreds of washes so that now the bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out whenever she walked.
Bending and stretching even with her underwear on was a definite no but she had no option so hooking her fingers in her panties, she rolled them down her legs and kicked them into the corner.
Slowly she made her way downstairs pausing outside the living room. Peering inside she saw a cartoon playing, with her brother sitting glued to the screen, chuckling softly every so often. Picking up her courage she edged into the room and took the nearest seat, parallel to her brother.
Owen had completely ignored her. Clearly, the programme was more interesting than she had previously thought. Sitting in her seat she was thankful for the energy saving light bulb hanging above, it had been on for over an hour yet it barely lit the room hiding her blushing face
.
Deciding that her first action was to draw his attention she spread her legs slightly, and bent forwards letting the saggy top reveal more of her chest.
"I'm sorry for shouting earlier." Her soft voice forced him to turn to face her, his smiling face quickly faded, and his mouth gaped, as he watched her stoke her smooth long legs.
"Uh...ahem... th... it's, it's, its fine." The words were strangled whilst he continued to stare at her.
Leaning back Amelia stretched her arms skyward letting her shirt lift revealing her hidden groin and tight stomach. She closed her eyes but his gurgling told her she was had the desired effect.
With the light slowly building she spread her legs further allowing him to see her trimmed brown bush peeking out. As he let out a strangled gasp she dropped her hands hiding herself once more.
"You're such a nice brother to me and I've never appreciated it." She stood and walked over to him before bending over and pecking him on the cheek all the while giving him an unrestricted view down her shirt.
Kissing him twice she straightened and went back to her seat where she bent to pick up a magazine revealing her pert ass to his gormless gaze.
"I'm off to revise." Her sing song voice hid her embarrassment as she walked from the room leaving Owen confused and a painfully hard erection.
Reaching her room she fell onto her bed. Trying to keep her mind occupied she picked up her book and tried in vain to read it. The words were all hazy as she battled against her mind. The taboo thought of it all was a turn on and her moist pussy was evidence of that. Giving up on her book she subconsciously dropped her hand to her clit and began rubbing it in circular motions.
Unbeknownst to her Owen was going through the same thought process. His hard shaft was tightly enclosed in his hand, as he pumped on it gradually getting quicker until a spray of cum shot out, pooling his tatty shirt.
Upstairs moments later, Amelia climaxed too, her legs jerking as a picture of her brother's perplexed, but lustful, stare filled her mind.
Feeling dirty, she retreated to the bathroom and spent an hour in the bath listening to the radio hoping the dj's voices would drown out her own thoughts.
It was later that night when Amelia in her large t shirt was lying in bed listening to her mp3. She was starting to drift to sleep when her phone went off, picking it up she opened the message that was sent and her heart dropped.
Somehow Sandra had managed to get her phone number, Amelia paused to think how that could have happened, but she realised someone who had hacked into her computer, would know more about her than she probably did.
'A great little show but it was far too short! You left your poor brother with a painful erection and that's not very ladylike. You will finish the job tonight or I will have to send him some pictures to satisfy his needs.'
Throwing the covers off, she got out of bed, forcing her mind went into shut down as she left her room and made her way to her brother's.
Pushing open his door she bathed his room in the light from the landing, he looked up at her, wide eyed, with both his hands hidden under his covers. She knew exactly what he was doing and she hoped that he was close to finishing.
Standing there, Amelia debated whether to shed her shirt, wondering if it would be enough for her brother to explode.
"Are you alright Am?" His worried voice shook her from her thinking, taking a step inside she let the door close; plunging the room into darkness once more.
"I couldn't help but notice that you were feeling a bit on edge when I talked to you earlier, and I've come to help you relax before you get some sleep." Whilst she spoke she had taken the covers off her brother and freed his hands from his cock, replacing them with her own.
It wasn't overly long around seven inches she thought and as thick as three of her fingers, she didn't know quite why she was thinking about the measurements; but, it took her mind off what she had to do.
Amelia felt it flinch in her soft grip noticing there was a clear fluid oozing from the tip her mind immediately wondered exactly what it tasted like. Resisting the temptation to lick the pre cum she tightened her grip as she began to pull on his shaft.
She began tugging harder hearing his staggered gasps as more and more fluid oozed from his tip. She smeared the liquid around his cock allowing her to go faster, closing her hands she imagined it was anyone bar her brother but his croaking voice was making it hard.
"Oh God Am, faster..." His hands clutched at his bed sheets as he let out a final gasp.
"Oh shit I'm cumming... Fuck..." In the darkness neither of them could see let alone avoid the jets of cum.
The first two loads landed in Amelia's hair causing her to jerk back in disgust, the rest pooled on Owens stomach. She ran from his room to the bathroom where she tried desperately to remove his cum from her head.
Ten minutes later and she passed his room on the way to hers, she could hear his soft snoring, and unknowingly she let out a soft chuckle. Getting into her bed she fell into an uneasy sleep.
She had four more weeks at home, before she could leave, and she was dreading what was going to happen.
The next day passed uneventfully, there were no emails or texts from Sandra and it allowed Amelia to get on with her revision and essay writing. She had not seen her brother in the morning as she was still fast asleep and as the hours ticked by she started to dread seeing him when he got back.
It was approaching 8pm when she finally heard the door open and a bag drop to the floor, signalling Owen's arrival. She listened as he busied himself downstairs cooking some dinner before heading into the living room and the television.
Though she was on edge, she still hadn't received any message from Sandra. She tried to reassure herself that perhaps Sandra's computer had got a virus or maybe she had decided Amelia had had enough. But she knew neither was likely and so she waited.
Walking downstairs, she entered the living room and sat once more, parallel to her brother. She tried to imagine what was going through his head. He must have thought that she was attracted to him. There could be no other explanation to her strange behaviour.
Opening her mouth to speak, she wondered exactly what she was going to say. She could easily come clean but Owen, angry that she had only come on to him because of the blackmail, could refuse to take part; and besides Sandra would find out. Either way the photos would be online before she could blink.
Amelia was almost grateful that her phone went off, though when she read who had sent it she quickly changed her tune.
'Your brother has had a hard day today and needs you to give him some relief!'
Her brother still in his pale green shirt and black trousers was slumped in the chair his eyes fixed on the television ignoring his sister. She knew what she was meant to do but in the broad daylight there would be no way of getting away from the fact it was her brother.
"How was your day at work?" She was still trying to think about how she would go about the task and the broad question gave her added time to think.
Continuing to stare at the screen he answered her, "well, you know... same old shit."
When she didn't reply he slowly tore his gaze from the television and nervously smiled at his sister. "You know last night..."
The unfinished sentence hung in the air as Amelia walked towards him and placed her hands on his crotch. Undoing his trousers she pulled them down along with his pants allowing his soft cock to spring free.
Breathing heavily she stared blankly, of course she had seen penises before whether it was on her computer screen or on the television she had even given several hand jobs to various people yet this was her brother and that fact made it seem even dirtier.
Grabbing his hardening cock, she lightly tugged at it hearing him let out a small grunt as she did. Quickly, it grew to the full length pulsating gently in her hand as she slide her hand further down before lifting back up.
With her eyes tightly shut she heard his soft groans filling the room as she relentl
essly pumped his shaft. Opening her eyes she saw his dark red tip seem to wink at her as she swapped her hands spitting first allowing her to speed up her movement.
Tearing her eyes from his twitching cock she looked up at his face seeing him bit down on his bottom lip before opening his eyes and looking straight into hers. "Oh Shit!!" He croaked as his cum exploded from his cock onto her face, coating her with his spunk, before she even realised what had happened.
He didn't let up as wave after wave landed on her face giving her a coating of his cum before finally he slumped back in the chair shuddering in pleasure.
Releasing her hand from his shaft she gingerly got to her feet and wiped his cum from under her eyes before flicking it away. It took her a while for the reality of the situation to sink in, but when it did she ran from the room. Taking the stairs two at a time, she slammed the bathroom door shut and proceeded to wipe her face clean.
After three long washes in the shower she was happy that she was clean and went to her bedroom. She had hoped to fall asleep and deal with the consequences of what had happened in the morning but the ringing of her phone dashed those dreams.
'That was certainly messy! Use your mouth next time! I think you can start tonight just before your brother gets his beauty sleep!'
As Amelia gagged at the thought of what she had to do she heard Owen enter his room, slamming the door before falling on his bed.
Getting out of her bed she crept to his room and waited outside the closed door straining her ears in the vain hope that her brother would be snoring. But she was out of luck.
It was only a faint hope and with the way things were going for her at the moment she knew it was stupid to even think of anything but obeying Sandra's orders.
Pushing open the door for the second consecutive night, she found herself in his dark room with his shining eyes blinking up at her. She tried to say something but the words were stuck in her throat.
Ignoring the silence she walked towards him and ducked her head underneath his bed sheet. Thanks to her brothers aversion to nightwear she found herself staring at his hard cock.