(It isn't necessary to read Parts 1 and 2 before this installment, but reading them first will fill in a number of blanks which otherwise might confuse the reader.)
The truth be known, I firmly believe my sister is an exhibitionist. Not a raw, flash your tits at Mardi Gras, Girls Gone Wild kind of exhibitionist, but a girl who excited in knowing she might be caught in some sort of precarious position.
What else would explain this prim and proper girl fooling around in the basement with her boyfriend knowing full well that our mother --- to say nothing of me, her brother --- could be home at any moment?
If she wasn't an exhibitionist, then she must have a death wish, cause our father would have killed her (or her boyfriend, maiming her) if he caught them screwing.
Yet even if my catching them in the act was an accident, the mere fact she agreed to perform in front of a secluded me as punishment for her getting me in a load of trouble on her behalf with my paddle toting father, had to be a signal she liked being observed doing naughty things.
In prior installments of this series young Jennifer, a college age girl of strict parents, escaped from her shell to be, shall we say, active sexually with several guys. Nothing strange there, I guess it happens. But when I caught her in the act and then saved her from strict punishment she felt she owed me something. Or maybe I convinced her she owed me something.
Oh, the photos of her in the act helped.
That "something owed" first was having a frank sexual talk with me, followed by her allowing me (from a secluded perch) watch her and her boyfriend-come-lately Colin orally satisfy each other. It was quite impressive, and my devious mind cried out for more. Using a little blackmail, a little begging and, well, my deduction that in fact Jennifer liked being a daring, walking the edge hussy somehow got her to agree to try and seduce the guy who took her virginity at the senior prom.
This guy, Tommy, hadn't been her date, but they had a pre-planned agreement to meet during the night, and in the back seat of his Honda did the wild thing. More recently, Tommy was engaged to be married and I wanted to see Jennifer having sex with a guy.
Since Colin had never had that opportunity, nor did Jennifer for some reason want to go all the way with him, Tommy became the "victim". That it was so wrong, hitting on a guy who soon would be married, made it even more erotic to my older sister. It was blackmail sex, plain and simple, and the guy had no idea how it came about.
The night before Tommy was to visit, I spoke with Jen and asked if she was nervous.
"A little, but not a lot, I think it's a little bit exciting. I mean, after everything you've seen over the last few weeks this isn't all that different," teased my darling sister. "Besides, it reminds me of a night last semester at school..."
I couldn't let that softball statement pass me by. I quizzed her on what she meant.
Jennifer waved me into her room, turned on a CD and patted the edge of her bed. She fluffed up a couple pillows and nestled back into them before starting her story, like a scoutmaster leading a talk around a campfire.
"Well, it was late on a Friday night and rooms and I (meaning her roommate Jessica) returned from the basketball game and dance at the student union," she started, a glimmer in her eyes. "It was after midnight and we got ready for bed. Suddenly we heard a sort of cry from below, and we looked out but didn't see anything except a parked car.
"Ever few seconds that sound happened again, and it got my interest. I kept looking out and after a while I could swear I noticed a flash or glimmer or something through the car window. Jess and I had to get a better look, so we went downstairs a floor and into the corner TV room. From there we had a good few into the backseat of the car, and, you guessed it, there was a couple making love.
"We called a couple other girls in and we all watched the lovebirds making it. It was quite erotic. The guy had a big dick and was really giving it to her, and after they finished fucking she cleaned his cock with her mouth. Yes, it was very exciting. Not for them afterwards, because when they got out of the backseat we all clapped and whistled at them. I think they were quite embarrassed. She was a freshman named Lizzie and we began calling her EZ Lizzie."
Jennifer did admit that she sometimes fantasized about being caught in the act, no so much that she'd get in trouble but more like those in the car who were caught and merely embarrassed.
"I guess that's what has happened recently, right?" reminding her of my catching her and Colin being bad in the basement.
In any event Tommy was in for the afternoon of his dreams, because if anyone could wrap a guy around her finger it was Jennifer. I believe she didn't look at this as blackmail, but a challenge. And it was a challenge she was up to.
The next afternoon I took my secluded voyeur position after hearing Tommy arrive. Minutes went by as the two were upstairs, but I didn't dare leave my hiding place in fear of being observed and blowing the plan. After a bit I heard them coming down the stairs, laughing at something or another.
Jennifer asked if Tommy wanted to play some pool, and turned on a CD for some background music to cover any of my sounds from beyond the nearby wall. My vantage point gave me a good look at the two as long as they were on the right side of the pool table, which means sometimes they were out of view.
They made small talk while playing a couple games, talking about the upcoming wedding and college. Nothing really special.
I did notice Jennifer, in a very short skirt, bending over the right side of the table to make a shot. Her posture gave Tommy a bird's eye view up her pleated skirt and beyond, and I thought his eyes would pop out. Of course, my sister was no dummy, she knew what she was doing. After one particularly long look Jen turned and asked Tommy if he liked the view. The boy stammered something, blushing with embarrassment.
One thing led to another and before long they were involved in a game of strip pool. While Jennifer was probably the best player in our household she began missing simple shots. Soon she was playing topless and sans panties, with only her skirt as coverage of what I knew was a shapely, soft ass.
Tommy slithered behind her on one of those long shots and put his arms around her, turning my sister around. The two embraced, and they began passionately kissing. He had clearly fallen into her trap, and forgot all about his fiancée and pending wedding. It was clear he was thinking about nothing but my sister and her charms.
"Oh, Tommy, what are you doing?" exclaimed my sister as if she didn't know.
"I want you, Jen, come on," he groaned, planting kisses on her neck while caressing her cute ass in his hands.
All of a sudden my sister began to play hard to get, if that was possible given she was wearing only her short black skirt. She made a half-hearted attempt at pushing him away, but he continued to hold and kiss her.
"I need you Jennifer, you feel so very wonderful."
"What about your fiancée, what about your wedding?" asked Jennifer. "We shouldn't' be doing this."
The groping continued, right or wrong.
