Chapter One - Blackmail
The past week had been rough. Especially considering how good the previous weekend had been for me. But after spending Saturday with a pretty awesome classmate I had endured six straight days from hell. From curfew trouble, to forgetting two different projects for classes, to my dad's car breaking down and him taking my truck (which meant I took the bus), it had been one of those weeks.
I was due for a turnaround. I was an eighteen year-old Senior and needed a good day. A reversal of fortunes if you will. I ended up getting one even though it didn't look like it at first.
It was Thursday night. I had a Friday to get through and then I could just waste the weekend away. As chance would have it, I wouldn't mind being active either. I was by myself in the house as my mom was still at work and my dad was seeing about getting his car fixed. So when the phone rang I was tempted to just let the machine get it. I felt like I should pick it up though, as if I knew it was for me.
"Hello, Jones residence." I answered.
"Hello," came a female voice, "I'm looking for Brandon." And she sounded familiar.
"This is him. How can I help you?"
"Mmm so nice and professional Brandon. It's Tina, Emily's sister?"
Instantly a memory from last weekend filled my head but I pushed it aside to focus on the conversation.
"Hey Tina. What's going on? Looking for Em, cause she ain't here." I said quickly.
"I'm looking for you. Remember last Saturday?" She again asked as if I could have forgotten my day with Emily. "Remember how you said you'd owe me if I kept silent about the two of you?"
"Yes I remember." I said unsure of where she was going with this.
"Well it seems it's time to call it in already. This Saturday I've been tasked with quite a few chores that I just don't feel like doing. So you're going to do them for me. My dad will be out traveling and mom and Emily are going out of state for a trip to the college she wants to attend. No one will know I wasn't the one that did the work. I'll be able to relax like I want while my slave, that would be you, does it all for me."
Not that I was in the habit of telling attractive women no, but I wasn't about to do clean-up duty for someone else. I decided to try to turn the tables.
"Yeah umm, I don't owe you. Your mom knows all about what Emily and I did and where we did it. So thanks for the offer of hard work but I'm going to just say no." I wondered if she could tell I was grinning.
"Hmph, figures." I heard her draw a breath. "Oh, but I bet daddy doesn't know what you did with his baby girl in his own bed, does he?"
The gulp I made could be heard throughout my entire house.
"Yeah, thats what I thought." Tina continued. "So I could be a mean bitch about this, especially since you just tried to get out of it, but I'll tell you what. You come over and get these four or five chores done for me, with no complaints, and I'll find a way to make it as easy a day as possible for you. That sound a bit better?"
What else could I do? I didn't truly believe she would tell her dad on us but a few hours of housework wasn't worth finding out.
"What time on Saturday?" Anyone could hear the defeat in my voice.
"Glad you see it my way! Let's say around ten in the morning. Okay?" Tina sounded very chipper.
"Sure Tina, see you then."
"Oh one last thing Brandon. If you have some intense dreams the night before don't do what you'd normally do in the privacy of your bedroom. You'll need all your energy for the yard and housework. See you Saturday!"
Click!
Tina had hung up without waiting for me to politely say goodbye. She probably figured that telling me not to masturbate was a fun little end to the conversation anyways.
I hung up the phone thinking of her final direction. Ironically, just having her talk about it made me aroused. Five minutes later I was out of breath but finished up some house work of my own before turning in early.
I got my truck back on Friday but it was still a day of hell. There was a shining glimmer of hope though. I asked Emily to the upcoming prom in a couple weeks. Or rather, I asked her again due to the circumstances of when I first asked her. Not only was I surprised that she didn't get have a date but I was also surprised by her answer, or rather, lack of clarity.
"You already asked me and I gave you my answer. When I was on my back, on my parents bed." Was her response. No smile, but no frown. Just a dry poker face.
Ashley then came up and spirited Emily away before I could even ask if it was a definite Yes or not. I decided to assume it was a yes and stopped by a tuxedo shop to place a rental order anyways.
Chapter Two - The labors begin
Saturday morning my alarm got me out of bed around nine. I deliberately put the clock across the room to ensure I wouldn't hit the snooze. It was a useful trick I had learned sometime ago. Like most mornings I had awoken with a pitched tent. Unlike most mornings I ignored it this time as Tina had requested.
I took a hot shower to fully wake me up and get ready for the day. I thought about Thursday's conversation with Tina and wondered what exactly she had meant about rewarding my hard work. My young mind went to sexual thoughts but would that really be her direction? She was about three or four years older than me and surely wasn't needing help in the boyfriend department.
Tina was a slim brunette. Unlike all of the girls in my senior class Tina was actually a bit taller than me, maybe around a solid six feet tall. She didn't have Emily's ample bosom, or round bottom, but she wasn't exactly flat either. What she did have I had not yet seen but I could easily imagine the slender curves she did have.
After the shower I was no more confident how the day would play out but I was ready to go and find out. I decided to see how the greeting went and what she would be wearing this warm Saturday in the middle of May. I dressed myself in a pair of gray cotton boxer briefs, covered by knee-length basketball shorts, and a loose fitting t-shirt. With no knowledge of what I'd be doing that day I simply grabbed my wallet and keys and made the drive over to Em, I mean, Tina's house.
It only took fifteen minutes and soon enough I had pulled in the driveway to see Tina by her dad's truck. It looked like it had been out mudding recently. She was leaning her back and both elbows against it and smiling warmly at me. I took my time exiting my own truck and took a good look at her.
Tina was wearing a blue sweatshirt from her college. It fit very loosely on her, as if she had stretched out the neck hole so she could expose a shoulder if she wanted to. I was unable to make out any definition from the baggy top but her lower half was another story. She wore a pair of black jeans that looked like they had been painted on her. Only near her shoeless feet did they show any sign of not clinging to her slim form. I caught myself wishing I could see her from behind before I mentally slapped myself. She was Emily's older sister after all. While not necessarily off limits it wasn't exactly open season either.
"Morning!" She said as I approached her.
"Morning." I returned the greeting, though with less enthusiasm.
"I'm happy you showed up."
"Yep. So what'd you got in mind for me?" I was in the mood to get started, not for wasting time.
"Very well, not one for small talk I see." She stepped forward and turned away from me.
I stole a quick downwards glance and admired her toned ass. The jeans defined her athletic shape very clearly. I thought about peeling her jeans off of her waist and seeing just how much padding she had on her bottom but her words snapped me out of it.
"Your first task is to wash this truck. I took it out on Thursday night and need it cleaned again before my dad gets back tomorrow night. There's a step stool to help with the top of the cab and all the other stuff you need in the garage." She turned back around to face me and I snapped my gaze from her buttocks to her pretty face.
Her blue eyes momentarily glared at me before softening up.
"I'd stay and chat but since you're not one for small talk I'll be in the house. Let me know when you're done hon."
I literally kicked myself in the ass with my heel for not being a bit warmer when I greeted her. The garage had soaps and buckets and wax all lined up for me. I glanced back at the mud-covered, extended cab, pickup truck and sighed at the task ahead of me.
As I washed it I found that some of the mud needed to be carefully scraped off. Needless to say it took some time to clean it before I could wash it. Later on I slipped off the stool and almost fell directly into a side mirror. I chose to hit the pavement instead and ended up with a nice bruise on my left arm. An hour or so later I was done and the black truck shone bright in the sunlight. Since I was dirty from the gravel and wet from the water I simply opened the side door that opened into the kitchen and yelled for Tina.
She hopped down the two steps from the door to the pavement and inspected my work. She seemed satisfied and I prayed whatever this second chore was, it would be less physically demanding. After a trip around the truck she came back up to me.
"Everything looks great! Except you. You look like you lost a battle with a bucket of soapy water." Tina said as she looked me up and down.
"Yeah I even fell off the step stool and landed on my arm at one point but I'm ok now."
"Aww, want me to kiss your arm and make it all better?" She said with faked concern.
I almost replied sarcastically, almost. "Yeah, sure Tina." I said instead.
"Well I was being sarcastic but..." Surprisingly she followed through and raised my right sleeve. Her lips made their way from my shoulder to my elbow. It was somewhat arousing.
"There, all better." She pulled my sleeve back down.
"Haha, oddly enough, that's the wrong arm Tina." I pointed out.
