Blackmail: Follow Ray around back.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
Well, fuck. That's the second time today some dick boy has got you over a barrel. T by himself was quite enough! You're blushing furiously as you follow Ray around back.
Still...he may be a brat with a grudge, but Ray's not making you into any lampshades. Once he gets what he's after you'll get those clothes in the washer. Then he's no threat anymore. You just have to make it that way, then baby brother's out of your hair, and then it's time to hit the books 'til you can pass off as knowing the math legit.
You make it to your back door. You know it's locked, and you know inside there's a stair that leads up to your rooms. If you can get in the door, you can make it up in a flash without mom seeing you. What's the little brat want back here?
"Okay, sis," he says. "This is how we play. You take off the evidence..." - he gestures at your shirt and jeans. Your face goes hotter than a stove at the thought. "I let you in back here. You come up to my room. And then you convince me to give 'em back!"
Your skin's burning with shame (and tingling with something else? - perish the thought!). But you really don't have a choice. The mood he's in, you're not talking him down from this. Furiously, you unbutton your blouse, pull it off, and hand it to him. He taps his foot and makes a "go-ahead" gesture at your legs. Grinding your teeth, you slip your shoes off, pull your jeans down, and hand them over too. Now it's just panties and bra. He grins as he looks you up and down, then takes off at a run for the front door. You hear it open and slam - you hear the "hi, mom!" - and in moments, the lock turns and there he is. Barefoot, holding your shoes, you slip inside, close the door softly, and bolt up the stairs after Ray.
He's already in his room. It's the way you'd expect, a disaster area with boy posters and games and crap all over. Ray's lying on his never-made bed, and he's dropped your cum-spattered clothes between his bed and the wall. You close his door behind you.
Imperiously, he gestures with one hand for you to come closer. "Come, my odalisque," he says - yeah, that's right, he's into that Arabian Nights crap, isn't he? - "Tonight is your night to pleasure the sultan!" He points towards his belt buckle. "Unfasten my lordly vestments and get thee to work!"
- Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with.
- Go submissive and blow him.
- Enough's enough. Get out of here and go to your room.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
