Blackmailed Into Sex By Her Sister -- Part 2
This is a continuation of "Blackmailed Into Sex By Her Sister -- Part 1."
It might be a stand alone, but I believe you will enjoy it much more if you have read "Part 1" first.
This is pre-COVID and I hope you are all safe and well.
Everyone is over 18.
Be aware there is a non-consensual revenge that takes place towards the end.
Please enjoy.
Chapter Six
Where were we:
She leaned into me and said, "I want you to make love to me like you made love to Chris, or I will tell our folks."
What?! Oh, shit.
She continued to fiddle about as I quietly kept trying to push her away. She removed her hand. Then I got a text, "I want to feel it get big." The hand returned.
Unfortunately that was not going to be a problem as my pants were getting increasingly tight and uncomfortable, and I started to squirm around slightly in an attempt to adjust to a more comfortable rapidly expanding erection as Nikki slowly pulled down my zipper, made her way through my boxers, found my now throbbing erection and began to explore it, stroke it, and roll around its head..
Chris gave an amazing concert to a standing ovation while I was giving one to Nikki's hand.
And, we're back!
Really?!
What to do? Say no to Nikki and risk personal destruction? Tell Chris and ruin our relationship and her relationship with her sister? Just do it and stay silent and eat the guilt for the rest of my life knowing that at anytime Chris' younger sister could blackmail me again?
I was totally fucked.
Two weeks passed. We were on a date eating burgers and fries, and drinking a brew at our favorite neighborhood saloon. On the East Coast they have saloons that serve food. On the West Coast they have restaurants that serve drinks. This was a corner pub that served great bar food before the gastro pub became all the rage.
Chris could tell I was troubled.
"You look pensive."
"I have a big problem, and I don't know if I can share it with you."
"You can tell me anything. I hope you know that."
"OK. I guess. This kind of confessional stuff is new to me. Understand? But if you're real about this?"
She nodded yes. I took a sip of my beer and continued hesitantly.
"Yeah, but what if it could damage, maybe even destroy our relationship, and potentially cause other major problems forever?"
Chris paused. Actually looked up right there in the saloon and prayed for guidance. After a few minutes, she looked down, turned to me and said, "Tell me anyway. We can't start our life together with secrets. Can we..."
I nodded my head, took a swig of beer. And then a couple of more. "Okay. Nikki wants to have sex with me" and I told her about what happened at the concert including my cock and the threat.
There was a long pause as we both ate a few bites of burger and played with the fries. Suddenly our beers were gone so I got us two more.
We sat there looking at each other both uncomfortably taking a sip of beer on occasion.
Finally, Chris spoke first, "I think you should do it. It's the only choice. I love her but, she has always ratted me out and she'll tell mom. " She paused. "But only on one condition, and one condition only. It is the only way I will agree to it," and she looked me hard in the eyes.
I nodded yes.
She leaned in towards me, "I need to be in the room, and watch the entire thing. That way I'll be a part of it which will help to make it okay and not cheating. Plus, I'll have the goods on her and that will deflate any future threat since I could expose her within the family the same way she could with me. Hell! I'll video some of it, That will fix her wagon," and she smiled.
"Really? Are you sure? I don't know if I could do it that way."
"Are you kidding me? You get hard at a bra ad in the newspaper. Nikki naked and wanting you to make love to with her with me watching? Get real. I'll take off my clothes, pretend you are making love to me, and finger myself and cum as you do it. OK?"
Hell yeah!
I knew she was beautiful, smart and talented, I had no idea that she also had brass balls. I guess that's what happens when you had to grow up under the iron hand of her father.
I gulped. "Okay. Set it up, I guess. You pick the night. I'll make sure the roomie is out," and make a nice dinner for the three of us," and we went back to my place and made long, heartfelt love.
Chapter Seven
The school year continued as did Chris and my relationship, and our talks about our weddings plans.
We sat down with her folks and mentioned our intentions, and got their wholehearted blessing even though I was not of the Catholic faith. Joe and I had become buds over the past months especially over our love of the Steelers, and my enduring love of his daughter.
He figured out I was not going to hurt her. And also that the odds were I was going to be a good provider like he was to his family, and support her singing career.
I think he liked that fact that I was "a guy."
He was happy.
As was her mom and the rest of the family who excitedly started the wedding plans.
This wasn't becoming "My Big Fat, Greek Wedding" yet, but Chris' sister and female cousins were doing the best they could.
My folks were also ecstatic. Chris and I flew out for Spring Break and they fell in love with her as she easily passed the audition. They offered to contribute to the cost especially the travel and hotel for the groom's side of the wedding. The offer was gratefully accepted. My family was West Coast, this was an East Coast wedding and we both had to graduate first, and I had a thesis to complete and submit, so there was a lot of planning.
Hell, my paltry family and extended family numbered around 30. Chris' family had to take months to pare down the literally 450 relatives on the potential list.
Meanwhile, Chris and I were fucking like rabbits over at my place. My roommate had his own steady and we accommodated each other easily. Occasionally double dating.
I had convinced her to finally get on the pill despite her religious concerns, and we had begun to find what we liked sexually, how to fuck, how to make each other climax, and our kinks.
We both loved oral. And I'm happy to say we were both quite good at it.
As I have already described, Chris had an amazing way of taking a hard cock firmly into her mouth -- which a guy needs -- and coordinating her tight lips, tongue, mouth and throat to a deep and explosive orgasm.
On the other hand, I like to eat a pussy slowly, delicately, and unhurriedly build her up to her own orgasm.
I start at the breasts, slowly lick down the tummy, teasing and nibbling, roll around the belly button, and then jump away and spread the legs wide. Not touching anything. Breathing.
Then I slowly lick and kiss an inner thigh up to the vulva, but not lick it yet. Then the other leg doing the same while I move my hands up to her breasts and play with a nipple of two.
I like to wait until her breath starts to get deeper, and then put both of my hands on her thighs, spread them wider, slowly licking on her vulva teasing, as my hands start to move closer to the clit, put my mouth on her slit and then start to tongue inside tasting her sweet juices and fucking her with my tongue. On occasion moving down and licking her ass to wet it and put a finger or thumb on it to tease.
Then finally I move up to her clit, take two fingers and pull back the clitoral head, and start to lick around it until I finally take it into my mouth.
My favorite oral skill is to take the girl's clit into my mouth, purse and press my lips tightly around it, use my hands to pull back her clitoral hood to expose it in all of its pink pearl glory, and start to give her clit a little "blow job." Moving my lips up and down, sucking, licking and doing everything that I like a girl to do with my cock.
Then flatten my tongue as wide and hard as I can against her pussy and lick her clit hard and fast, and before you know it, they are bucking, weaving, soaking the sheets cumming and pulsing until she's screaming for the heavens. It worked every time. Sometimes they'd squirt like Chris would on occasion.
If I needed an need an extra winner I shoved a finger into her ass. That finished the deal every time.
The love making was a done deal, but as it turned out we both liked light bondage.
Maybe it was the years of growing up under a controlling father, but Chris really liked taking the power in bed. I mean, "made her really hot and super wet" liked. On the other hand, I like taboo. The dirtier it is the hotter I got.
Her favorite thing was tying my arms and legs spread eagled to the bed and taking full control of the sex. We bought some soft ropes at the fabric store.
Nothing harsh, violent or nonconsensual, but she liked my having no control, taking the reins, and leading the way. Especially riding cowgirl grinding into me and rocking back and forth rubbing her clit hard into my pubic bone until she came.
That was okay with me. I was pumping my load deep inside her watching that flame of redhair right above her pussy and perfect breasts bouncing.
On occasion a bit of BDSM, but fun, light stuff. Mostly Chris deciding the sex acts for that session. My oral, her sitting on my face while I ate her, straight sex, occasionally anal, and many, many orgasms.
Not all the time. Usually it was normal male, female sexual roles, but part of a great sex life is recognizing what your partner occasionally needs and desires.
