Blackmailed Virgin: New Adult Erotica

  Blackmailed Virgin: New Adult Erotica

  Blackmailed Virgin: New Adult Erotica

  Midpoint

  Synopsis

  “No way we’re letting that sweet footage go…for free.”

  Untouched Sarah can’t believe it when the sexy twins who moved in next door turn out to be meanies. She gets tortured by the devious hotties until the boys finally leave for college, but when they return for the summer break, they catch Sarah in an embarrassing act they promise to share with the world. There’s just one way she can get them to keep their silence, and it involves being twice filled, hard and unprotected!

  18+ only*

  *NB: The story depicted here is intended for mature audiences. It most likely contains coarse language and highly graphic depictions of sex acts meant to titillate and excite the reader. All copulating characters are 18 years or older.

  Sneak Peek

  …“Which one of you is going to break me in?” I ask innocently.

  They glance at each other.

  “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Sam says, and then he drops his pants and I am suddenly faced with his impressive erection.

  It is the first cock I’ve seen in person—long, thick and ready to go, engorged and glistening a little with a bit of pre-cum on the tip.

  I get even more frightened at his size, and I feel like my pussy tightens more in fear.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Sam says gently, his voice masculine yet soothing. “Relax.”

  I find myself relaxing a bit at his reassuring tones.

  “Yeah, just lie back on the bed. We’ll take care of you,” Eli says in a voice just as soft.

  I do as they say and lie down on the bed, hundreds of questions floating through my mind.

  But before I can make sense of any of them, I suddenly see a huge cock next to my face, and when I look up, I see Eli, his blue eyes watching me intensely.

  He reaches down and grabs my boobs, squeezing them gently and rubbing his hands all over them, making me writhe a little, and then he adjusts my head a little before bringing the tip of his meaty cock to my mouth…

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  Original Edition: February 2015 (variation published under another name).

  BLACKMAILED VIRGIN

  Sarah

  My twin neighbors are a nightmare.

  Ever since they moved next door and befriended my older brother, it seems all they do is dream up new ways to torture me when no one’s looking.

  They’re over at our house all the time to hang out with my brother Leonard, and they act just like him—being mean to me at every opportunity. It’s almost like I have three asshole brothers now.

  Thank god those horrible twins didn’t end up at our school too—it was my only sanctuary away from incessant teasing.

  I couldn’t tell if it was just how they had to establish a relationship with me since I’m their friend’s younger sister, or if it was how they treated most girls—and guys, for that matter. Like, maybe they’re just dicks.

  “It’s just so they don’t sexualize you,” my friend, Gina, theorized. “They’re putting you in your place since they’re close to your brother, and they want to keep a respectful distance.”

  At first, I was like, really? They have to be mean to a girl just so they don’t like her like her?

  But then it made sense, so I just tried to ignore them for the most part.

  They really seemed to hate me, but they did it in a sort of snarky way that could be interpreted as playful, and since I was never really sure, I guess I kind of kept myself open and fell into a lot of their traps that way. I wanted to believe so badly that their meanness was just a part of their adjustment to everything—new home and all.

  Now, two years have passed since they moved to our neighborhood.

  I’m eighteen now, they’re nineteen like my brother, and I’ve had the house to myself the past year while all the boys were away for their freshman college year.

  They’re all coming back to visit for summer though.

  Can’t say I’m looking forward to that after having them make me insecure about everything. I mean, they teased me about my hair, my freckles, my skin—I didn’t know which way was up.

  In school, I was easily one of the more popular girls, “in a super-cute, girl next door way,” one guy told me, because I was good enough in every way to join the cheerleading team, yet I also was smart enough to be in the Math Club. I had eclectic tastes, so I refused to be put in any box. But even that was a reason for those horrible twins to come at me.

  “You’re so scattered, Sarah—you need to learn to focus more. How do you expect to get anywhere if you can’t concentrate on anything? Jack of all trades, master of none, toots.”

  Ugh!

  Did I mention how much they suck?

  They’re probably the reason I’m still a virgin, the way they picked at my confidence and everything about me.

  I’m a slim, toned girl of medium height and with medium-sized boobs, and with thick, healthy hair and everything, and they still managed to get under my skin.

  I guess it was mostly because they acted like something was really wrong with me as a “ginger”—which is what they’d call me at times.

  Even my brother Leonard used to tell me I was adopted since he and I look nothing alike, but that’s mostly because we’re half-siblings. Our mother’s a dark-eyed blonde like my brother, and I got my reddish hair and pale skin and freckles from my dad (Leonard’s dad has a more Mediterranean look).

  I don’t even have a lot of freckles—just a smattering on my cheeks and nose that I cover up for the most part, and my skin’s not as ghostly pale as the boys say it is.

  Either way, Elijah is dark-haired and blue-eyed like their dad, and Samuel has sandy blond hair and gray eyes like their mom.

  They’re both sort of cute if I’m being completely honest, but of course I’d never admit that to them!

  Anyway, they’re traveling with my brother since they all ended up at the same college, and before their flight gets here tomorrow, I’m going to enjoy myself—today is my last day in peace until everyone leaves again for college in two months.

  I’ll be leaving then too—heading to a different college, of course.

  I’m sort of hoping to lose my virginity before then, so I’ve got this date lined up on the weekend, but I’m pretty nervous about the whole thing. Not that it makes me less horny—my body’s been screaming at me lately, and I’m aching to feel what it’s like to have a hard, thick cock move inside me, sliding against my soft, slick insides.

  In the meantime, I’ve had to touch myself to calm m
y tingling virgin pussy down.

  My mom’s at work, so that’s on my roster for the day: a bit of masturbation to help calm me down in general. I’ve got way too much nervous energy happening—too many things I’ve been fretting and worrying about: from my upcoming first semester at college, to leaving home for the first time, to losing my virginity and having sex for the first time soon, to the impending arrival of my rotten brother and his friends.

  I’ve got the place to myself until my mom comes home around five thirty, and it’s only noon now so I can play with myself all day if I want.

  I always feel like someone’s watching me with my door open though, so I push it almost all the way, leaving it ajar, then I leave my top on but strip off my bottoms to get ready to play with my sensitive mound.

  I lie down on my bed and open my legs, slowly sliding my fingers down there.

  I got a wax a week ago in preparation for my date with losing my innocence, so I’m waxed bare, ridiculously smooth, and did I mention super sensitive? I feel like I get turned on every few minutes if the fabric of my panties rubs against me or anything, really.

  I make myself relax, enjoying the feel of my bare pussy lips, moaning a little as my fingers work my smooth, slick folds. I even stick a finger inside my tight, wet hole and feel the suction of my warm, moist insides.

  I try to avoid my clit because brushes against it always make me jump and it’s like I’m losing control—the bud’s way too sensitive.

  I relax even more into the bed, moving my fingers all over my sensitive parts.

  I’m in heaven, pleasuring my hungry snatch when I suddenly hear a one-person applause.

  I stop what I’m doing and sit up immediately, flooding with embarrassment and horror when I see dark-haired Elijah clapping slowly, grinning like a fiend while blond Samuel is holding up a smartphone.

  I immediately grab my sheet and pull it over me.

  Holy fuck, I think. I hope he didn’t take a photo or worse yet, record…

  “You bet your sweet little ass we recorded a video,” Sam says, finally putting his phone away.

  “I can only imagine how many YouTube hits you’ll get,” Eli says, still grinning like this is some joke. God, I want to punch him in his stupid, handsome face.

  “You wouldn’t dare!” I say, still scrambling to cover as much of myself as I can.

  I still feel naked even though I have a top on and I’ve already covered my naked bottom with the sheet.

  The boys are standing there like they have no understanding of personal space or privacy or anything.

  What am I saying? Of course they don’t! They’ve made it clear they don’t respect any of those things long ago.

  “To what do I owe the pleasure of your early arrival? You jerks weren’t supposed to be here till tomorrow! And where’s my brother??”

  “As you can see, we like catching people unawares,” Eli says. “Leonard’s coming later—he went to see his girlfriend first for obvious reasons, and we’ve had a key for a while, so we figured we’d wait for him here. Didn’t mean to surprise you,” he adds unconvincingly.

  “You guys, erase that shit immediately. What if it accidentally gets out?”

  “Accidentally?” The twins look at each other with exaggerated looks. “Make no mistake, ginger—that little masturbation show is going to make its way onto the web.”

  “You’re kidding, right? You didn’t really record, right, Sam? You guys wouldn’t do that to me—not to your friend’s little sister.”

  “Oh, really?” Sam says. “So much more than that we are capable of—you’ll see.”

  “Please, guys, this isn’t funny. Or better yet, haha—you got me. Now erase the video. Better yet, hand the phone over, Sam—I’ll erase it.”

  “You’ve got to be out of your mind, Sarah. No way we’re letting that sweet footage go…for free.”

  “Well, okay, fine. I have a bit in savings—some from allowance. How much do you want for it?”

  Eli lets himself laugh this time while Sam’s face breaks into the most wicked grin.

  “We don’t want money, babe. But we’ll take payment for it all right.”

  “Okay, well, name it so I can hand it over and get you guys the fuck out of my room.”

  The boys once again look at each other and grin.

  I suddenly get a sinking feeling in my stomach that I’m not going to like their terms.

  They both look back at me but don’t say anything, and their almost lecherous stares unnerve me.

  “Well?” I prompt.

  “Well, we have consulted and our terms are thus: we’ll finish you off.”

  I stare at them blankly. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “We’ll finish what you started,” Eli says.

  They can’t mean what I think they mean, right? I mean there was no way they were that wicked, no way they’d go that far with a defenseless, vulnerable girl.

  “I’m afraid I still don’t understand,” I say.

  Sam makes a strange tut-tut sort of sound. “Are you still a virgin?” I nod, silently cursing my brother for sharing that info with these assholes. “Well, let’s just say before this day is over, you won’t be,” Sam finishes.

  I only stare as if still uncomprehending, but I’m not sure I’m hiding my horror at the implications very well.

  “Oh god, Sarah—take off all your clothes and toss that sheet to the side. I’ll spell it out for you: we get to do what we want to you. And you get to erase the footage from Sam’s phone. We’ll all get our jollies, and we’ll all stay mum about the whole thing.”

  Strangely, I feel a bit of reassurance when I notice his accent has come back.

  When I met the boys two years ago, they had an American accent, and I eventually learned they had been living in America since they were ten, but were born and raised to that point in England. They usually did a good job of masking their British accent, but in emotional times, it came back. I guess Eli was just fed up with me acting dumb in this case.

  “You guys would seriously humiliate me like that? Ruining some of my future job opportunities and my rep in college before I even start…unless I let you have your way with me?”

  They both nod.

  I’m afraid to ask the next question, which was if they both planned to stick their cocks in me.

  Guess I’m about to find out because there’s no way I’m letting them sink me before I start like that with compromising footage, and if it takes one fuck session to stop them, so be it.

  I toss my sheet aside.

  I’m not sure where to begin, and I guess that’s clear to the boys because Eli reminds me, “Your top.”

  I pull my top off, and I just know my strawberry-blond hair is messy now, and I’m a little embarrassed about my plain white bra.

  Will they make fun of how unsexy I am and deepen my humiliation?

  I notice Eli has started stroking himself, his hand moving up and down the outline of his erect cock.

  Strange.

  “Your bra,” Sam says, his gray eyes intently on it.

  I was already self-conscious, sitting there with my nude, bare slit under their gaze and just my bra, but now I’ll be completely naked soon.

  I start to take my bra off and I can tell Eli is fully aroused now. His eyes look like the eyes of a drunken person as he watches my every move, his hand sliding faster over the hard, upright dick pushing against his pants.

  His brother shoves him lightly and says, “Get a hold of yourself, bro.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Eli says, gesturing in my direction. “This gorgeous neighbor of ours is sitting there deliciously nude with the most perfect rack I’ve ever seen, completely bare down there and virginal, and I’m supposed to calm myself?”

  I don’t quite catch what Sam says to him next because I’m stuck on the fact that Eli called me gorgeous.

  As you can imagine, none of them have ever called me that before, and to hear the rest of what he said has my body filling with w
armth and my chest swelling with pride.

  Suddenly, I feel a bit more confident, even though I don’t have the slightest idea what I’m doing.

  I try to be as sexy as I can when I completely remove the bra and toss it aside, and I make sure to sit up straight so my boobs look best—high and perky, my hard nipples pointing.

  “Which one of you is going to break me in?” I ask innocently.

  They glance at each other.

  “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Sam says, and then he drops his pants and I am suddenly faced with his impressive erection.

  It is the first cock I’ve seen in person—long, thick and ready to go, engorged and glistening a little with a bit of pre-cum on the tip.

  I get even more frightened at his size, and I feel like my pussy tightens more in fear.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Sam says gently, his voice masculine yet soothing. “Relax.”

  I find myself relaxing a bit at his reassuring tones.

  “Yeah, just lie back on the bed. We’ll take care of you,” Eli says in a voice just as soft.

  I do as they say and lie down on the bed, hundreds of questions floating through my mind.

  But before I can make sense of any of them, I suddenly see a huge cock next to my face, and when I look up, I see Eli, his blue eyes watching me intensely.

  He reaches down and grabs my boobs, squeezing them gently and rubbing his hands all over them, making me writhe a little, and then he adjusts my head a little before bringing the tip of his meaty cock to my mouth.

  “Relax,” he says, “and for god’s sake, whatever you do, don’t use your teeth.”

  I briefly consider doing just that—biting down on him—but I know I’d pay dearly. Extremely dearly. I can only imagine the tortures the twins would put me through.

  Eli pushes the head of his cock past my lips and I try to take his stiff girth without my teeth touching him.