by Ophelia Bell
Blackmailing
Benjamin
Ophelia Bell
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Chapter 1
College parties bored me. I suppose they shouldn’t have, but they did. Why did I still go? I wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, but a girl had to keep up appearances. I was only two years into my degree and had yet to be impressed by the general atmosphere, but I wanted just enough notoriety to not be completely invisible. And I kind of liked getting laid sometimes.
College boys were easy, so I didn’t exactly have to try that hard to bag one on a night like tonight. If I found the right balance of flirt versus snark, I could intrigue the smart ones. Or if one of the pretty, dumb ones caught my eye it was easy enough to play drunk and just hope he wasn’t too drunk to perform once I got him into bed. The level of skill I encountered was always a crapshoot, though. Too often I would end up faking enjoyment just to get it over with quicker. At least I’d gotten pretty adept at predicting whether a guy would be worthwhile or not.
The parties were a habit for me. I went to all of them, hoping for something different each time. That’s the definition of insanity, right? I must be insane.
Tonight was no different from all the others. I leaned against a wall inside a house with some combination of Greek letters emblazoned above the entrance. Fraternities amused me. They presented themselves like God’s gift to women, the most virile specimens of the race, perhaps. Yet the Greeks commonly screwed adolescent boys.
They were all adolescent boys as far as I could tell. One guy in a rugby shirt was busy chugging a beer while a girl clung to him and he groped her ass. He let out a belch and a loud whoop when he was done. She cheered him on.
Ugh.
I finished my own cheap beer and went looking for something a little stronger. I had a flask in my pocket that was woefully low of tequila. My plan was to refill it where I could still get it free, then go find something more interesting. One of the bars a few blocks away had fantastic music on the weekends that none of these imbeciles would deign to pay attention to. That was more my style.
I navigated the throng of partiers to find the liquor stash. Sweet Jesus they had Patron. I silently rejoiced and filled my hungry flask.
Before the last splash hit the lip of steel and I capped it again, I heard a deep male voice that sounded way too familiar.
“Jesus, you’re so hard. Take me upstairs and fuck me. Please!”
I stilled, setting the bottle back down as carefully as possible and sliding the flask back into my pocket.
Was that my stepbrother, Ben? It had sure sounded like it. But the words he’d said were entirely incongruous to the boy I’d grown up with. He was kind of a shithead, really, at least to me, but he could do no wrong in our parents’ eyes. Well… his mom and my dad, who had married a decade or so ago. Ben and I never quite hit it off. I was too standoffish, and he was too irritatingly pretty. He was the popular hot jock in high school. I hated that we shared so many classes together, but I guess he was smart enough for AP classes, too. Like he needed to be smart with all those fantastically good looks. The jerk had it all, unlike me.
But what I’d just heard was something else. That was definitely his voice asking someone…some hard someone…to fuck him. Dare I sneak over and see who?
Of course I dared.
I took a swig straight from the Patron bottle first, of course, then corked it and set it back down. Fortification.
Then I made to leave the room with heavy steps, but paused just outside the door and stepped quietly back to the window just outside the little alcove where I’d heard the voices. I pressed my back against the molding and the curtain, flask in hand, to listen more.
Another gruff voice said, “Jesus, Ben you’re on fire. I don’t want to fuck you in the middle of a party.”
“Andre, are you gonna make me beg?”
A deep chuckle resonated out of the alcove. Wow, Andre sounded hot. I kind of wanted to beg, too.
“No, baby. I want to, like you wouldn’t believe. I just want the moment to be right.” I bit my lip at the sound of that voice saying those things. This guy was a total sweetheart. So what the hell did he see in my brother?
I heard more kissing and then a tiny grunt.
“Do you like that?” Ben said.
“Yeah, you’ve never done that before.”
“I can do it again.”
“Not here, alright? Let me take you home and I’ll screw your brains out, or let you do whatever you want to me, too. Just not here.”
“Okay, fine. But when we get back to your place, no holds barred, alright?”
No, no, no… When they got back to his place I’d miss all the fun. I’d already given up on getting laid, so I was looking for a different diversion now. Catching Ben like this had given me a genius of an idea. And torturing my brother was right up my alley.
Chapter 2
When I heard them moving, I moved quicker.
“Holy shit, Kat! Why are you even here?”
“Oh, just came for a little entertainment I guess. I got a nice earful of you two. Does Mom know you’re gay?”
Ben’s face paled. “You wouldn’t…”
“I might.” I loved seeing Ben’s disgustingly handsome features blanch like that. It was incredibly cute, bordering on adorable enough to make me rethink my stance, but no…I had other plans.
“Do you want me to get rid of her?” Andre asked and I finally set my eyes on him. Holy shit was he a wall of muscle, and most of it very, very dark. That’s where that deep voice had come from. Of course my puny little white-girl brain had to wonder what he was packing as a promise to fuck Ben with when they got out of here.
“What’re you gonna do, sweetie? Fuck me silly? I might like it.” I grinned at him.
“What do you want, Kat. Mom can’t know about this, alright? I love him.”
That declaration surprised me. Benjamin was capable of love? My heart clenched just a little bit. I might’ve liked my stepbrother in that moment, if I actually believed him.
“Did you always like boys?” I asked, merely out of curiosity.
“No, but Andre’s not like the rest.”
I glanced at Andre’s looming dark body. The man was all muscle and had the coolest blue eyes. I wondered how a black guy could have blue eyes, but we did live in the South. Stranger things had happened. Andre smiled sweetly at me, with only a hint of animosity. I wondered what he’d actually do if I overtly threatened them.
Andre wasn’t like the rest, Ben had said. I let that sink in. No, he wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met. Ben was cute enough, and built well enough to be a ranked wrestler on our high school’s team before we graduated a couple years ago.
But next to Andre he looked small. It amused me in a weird way. But the giant bulge in Andre’s pants was what interested me the most.
“I’ll tell you what, Ben. If you do what I ask tonight, I won’t tell Mom what I saw. How’s that sound?”
He seemed relieved, but a little apprehensive. He knew I was devious.
“All right… What do you want?”
“To watch the two of you fuck.”
Andre let out a low, laugh. “She’s a lot dirtier than you said she was, Ben. I think I like her.”
“You talked about me?” I shot at Ben. “What the hell, dude?”
Ben gaped at me, but Andre answered, “Yeah, he alternates between calling you a slut and a pr
ude, sweetness. I guess you two didn’t know each other that well, did you?”
I kept my eyes steadily on Ben. “I guess we didn’t, did we? So what is it, brother. Is Mom up for a rude awakening tomorrow? I’ll make sure to make it as humiliating as possible.”
“Jesus, Kat. I’ll do anything. Do you want money?”
“You don’t get it, Ben. It’s your sweet humiliation I get off on the most. To see you get it up the ass by a huge black cock would be the highlight of my fucking life.”
Andre slunk up behind him, set his hands on Ben’s hips and pressed his lips against Ben’s ear. “It could be fun.”
“Jesus, are you on her side?” Ben said. “Why should I let her have the satisfaction?”
“You wanted it before she suggested we do it for an audience. So what if there’s someone watching?”
Holy shit, that voice. No wonder Ben wanted the man’s cock. Mesmerizing didn’t even begin to cover it.
“Because she’s my sister,” Ben said, but this time he lacked the conviction he’d had earlier.
Andre darted a look at me and smiled. I smiled back. He was on board. And then he did something entirely unexpected—he reached into Ben’s pants, grabbed his cock and apparently gave it a nice hard squeeze.
“Alright, alright!” Ben yelped. His sculpted cheekbones flushed beneath his wide blue eyes. “Can we go to your place? My roommate isn’t really cool…”
“Yeah, baby. My place is good.”
“You’re going to pay for this, Kat. Somehow,” Ben shot at me as the three of us moved toward the door.
“Ooh, that’s a nice threat, brother. I can’t wait.” I smacked him hard on the ass and followed the pair to an SUV parked on the curb.
Chapter 3
Some of the best plans happen on the fly. This was probably one of my more genius ideas. At least it seemed that way. I was generally horny but the average college man just wasn’t going to cut it to satisfy me. This entire plan was just a diversion I could masturbate to later. The fact that it would humiliate and traumatize my golden stepbrother in the process was just icing on the cake.
He was a prop as far as I was concerned. I hoped that the looks Andre had given me were indication enough of what he’d like to do later. The man had definitely given me some looks that made my panties wet. So I’d watch Ben take it in the ass, then when he passed out from exhaustion, maybe Andre and I could have a private moment. Yet another bit of ammo I could hold over Ben’s head afterward.
Andre drove us to a swank apartment in a nicer part of town. I almost wondered if he was a drug dealer until I saw the football trophies and memorabilia everywhere and it finally clicked who he was. My stupid brother had actually managed to fall in bed with a pro? That boggled my mind. I’d probably be even more impressed if I followed sports. Either way, the guy was clearly slumming it, going to a frat party with Ben.
“Kitty Kat, want a drink?”
I turned to the sound of Andre’s deep voice. He held a carton of half and half in his hand and shook it with a wicked grin.
“Fuck you,” I said.
He poured anyway, mixing the milk with Kahlua and vodka. I wasn’t particularly a fan of sweet drinks, but I appreciated the gesture.
Ben tossed his own back fast and had another two in quick succession.
“Would it be easier if I just called Mom now?” I asked in my sweetest, most condescending tone.
“No. You wanted this, you got it. Come on, Andre, it’s time.”
Andre laughed. “If you’re ready, I am.”
I followed them into Andre’s bedroom. Andre glanced at me a few times while he lit candles, his blue eyes curious. I kept giving him the same sly smile even though I was suddenly nervous.
The reality of it all was starting to sink in. I was about to blackmail my own brother into letting this guy nail him in front of me. I knew he wanted it, and I really, really wanted to see it. Yet it sat wrong somehow. Sure, my brother was a jerk and probably deserved it on some level, but this was the same guy I’d grown up with—the same guy I’d reluctantly spent the last ten Christmases with, both of us trying to one-up the other on the worst gift ever.
Ben glared at me the entire time. Finally Andre whispered something to him and he calmed. The looming shape of Andre approached with a chair. “Sit here, Kat,” he said. “And if you’re gonna watch us get naked, I think it’s only fair if you’re naked, too. What d’you say?”
He lifted the hem of his t-shirt right in front of me and smiled as he pulled it over his head and peeled the fabric down his thick arms. I eyed his pecs and licked my lips. He had the letters of one of the black fraternities on campus literally branded into his left pec. I knew tattoos hurt. I had a few of my own in strategic spots my dad would never see, but I couldn’t imagine actually being branded like that. The idea that he was tough enough to withstand it made me all the more eager to watch him nail Ben.
Then he unfastened his jeans and I stood mesmerized, waiting for the reveal. He paused with his zipper half down and raised his hand, making a little “get on with it” gesture at me.
“Jesus, Andre, can we just get this over with?” Ben shot from behind Andre. He was standing by the bed with his arms crossed over his chest looking even more anxious than before.
“Hold tight, baby,” he said without removing his gaze from me. “I just want to make sure the experience is worth it for her. Less likelihood of her reneging, right?” His smile widened at me. “Now, if you want to see more of us, we need to see more of you,” he said in an even deeper voice that somehow managed to vibrate from my eardrums all the way to my clit.
Without a word, I nodded and unbuttoned my shirt. My face heated under Andre’s gaze and I was grateful for the dim candlelight in the room to cover up my embarrassment. I wasn’t exactly an exhibitionist and having two pairs of male eyes observe the proceedings was completely alien to me. Particularly when one was Ben.
When I got my shirt off and went for the button of my jeans, Andre resumed his own disrobing.
“Wait,” I said, before he could continue. “It’s not quite fair for him to still have his clothes on.”
Andre gave me a sly smile, then moved to my brother’s side and began undressing him. He tugged Ben’s shirt over his head, sliding his hands over Ben’s tight stomach in the process. Ben was apparently no slouch when it came to working out. He looked nicer than I imagined with his clothes off. Much nicer when Andre pushed his pants down and I got an eyeful of Ben’s already hard cock.
The sight made my mouth water and I swallowed. I should not be attracted to the sight of my brother’s hard dick. I forced my eyes back to Andre, suddenly uncertain about my entire plan.
“He’s got a nice one, doesn’t he?” Andre said. “Tastes as good as it looks.”
“Jesus, man,” Ben shot at Andre. “She’s my sister. Don’t talk about my dick, all right?”
Andre chuckled. “It isn’t a lie. And I think she likes it anyway. Isn’t that true, Kitty Kat?”
I scrambled for a coherent response. Finally I chose to affect vague interest. I raised an eyebrow, looked pointedly at Ben’s hard dick that I kind of really wanted to rub my tongue on, and said, “It’ll do, I guess.”
“Will it do enough to entertain you while I fuck him?”
I tore my eyes away from Ben’s cock and stared at Andre. “What?”
“You want to watch me fuck him in the ass, right? But I want to watch you jerk him off while I do it. Or let him fuck you. Your choice.”
Ben and I both made sounds of intense displeasure. “Fuck that last part. Fuck all of it,” Ben said. “She wants to watch… that’s all she’s doing.”
Andre made a soft “tsk tsk” with is tongue. “Baby, if you want to keep getting my cock I really need to see this.”
The absolute depravity of the idea shocked me, but at the same time my pussy ached for it to actually happen. I was close to saying yes, but I wasn’t sure Ben was yet.
“Fine. I�
��ll…” I had a hard time saying it. Mostly because I was conflicted about the options I was given. It wasn’t about Ben…but that cock. He had a really beautiful cock. I think I might’ve been in love. It was thick where the base nestled in the coarse gold curls, and curved in a perfect arc. I’d had no idea he wasn’t circumcised, but that made it all the more beautiful. His foreskin wrapped around the head, with just enough of his tip showing that I could see the bead of moisture clinging to him. I imagined myself licking him until he begged me to let him shove his cock into me.
“I want him to fuck me.” My entire torso heated with the confession, but I kept my eyes on Ben just to see how he reacted.
“What the fuck?”
“What? Are you afraid of me?” I asked, point blank. Ben and I locked eyes. His pretty blues looked terrified, but the rest of his body told a different story when I gave it a slow once-over. His cock was hard, a rivulet of moisture dripping from his tip and creeping down the underside. His nipples were as hard as mine were, too. I wanted to suck on all of him. Goddamn him for being my stepbrother. If he hadn’t been, I’d probably already have had him.
“No…” he said. He sounded uncertain.
“He’s scared he’ll like it,” Andre interjected.
“All the better if he does,” I said. Blackmail was blackmail and suddenly the idea held even more weight than before. Ben’s uncertainty spurred me on, but it worried me a little that Andre was so enthusiastic about the whole thing. Still, I got into the game of torturing Ben. It helped that Andre’s voice was the thing spurring me on. Every time he spoke, the low cadence of it made my nipples tingle.
“Take off your bra, Kat,” Andre said.
His voice had me too enthralled not to follow his command.
My full breasts sprang free with a twitch of my fingers at my back and I let the bra slip off my arms. When I looked up, Ben was eyeing me like he might eat me. Christ, did the sight of my body actually turn him on? Should I be disturbed by that? I didn’t even care if he’d tell my dad about the tattoo of a dragon I had that swirled darkly around one breast. It was too big to deny, yet he didn’t say a word or react in any way aside from a twitch of his cock.