Chapter Fourteen:
Mikey wanted another dose of Faith a few days later. He called me, told me he was going to be alone for a few hours, and had money, so I made another drive over with Faith.

This time I let him fuck her before asking for the money. That was, generally, a policy I do not recommend, but it worked out for the best this time.

He had her ride on top of him this time, cowgirl style, letting her do most of the work while he took in the view. I, meanwhile, got a view of her little ass bumping up and down.

He lasted longer this time, maybe five minutes, and swore up a storm in his moans and grunts, which was funny compared to the last time when he seemed deadly serious and focused. After he came, I told Faith to get off and clean him up, which meant licking off the combination of cum and her own juices that were left on his cock.

“Okay,” I said, after she was done. “I guess you owe me $100.”

Mikey put on a guilty look. “Listen, I was only able to get $45.”

“What? You told me you had it all.” I was not impressed.

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Chapter Fifteen:
I grinned, feeling that now familiar feeling, relief mixed with the certainty that everything was going to work out all right. “For you, it’s free. So long as I get to fuck you, first.”

She smiled, a devilish little smile out of only one side of her mouth. “Took you long enough. I was beginning to think you were never going to ask me.” She pulled her shirt over her head, and then looked over at her brother. “Go upstairs, Mikey. I don’t want you sitting there and staring.”

“But…”

“You still owe me money,” I said to Mikey. “Why don’t you go and check under the couch cushions or something. Or see if you can find something that’s worth $55, used.”

He gave up his arguing, and started a slow march up the stairs. When he was gone, and the door to the basement was closed, I said, “Ten bucks says he’ll be racing up to listen at the vent.”

“Probably,” Lara said in a smile. “But fuck him.”

“Fucking him wasn’t exactly the plan.” I took off my shirt.

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Epilogue:
Despite Mikey’s douche move this time around, I managed to forgive him, though from then on I got my money up front. My cousins, including Todd, a few weeks later, turned out to be some of my best customers, although they were by no means my only ones. Faith was a popular piece of ass, and she was mine to sell one piece at a time.

It wound up being a pretty great summer for me, and I think Faith enjoyed it too. I was able to quit my job, as I made more money pimping her out than I could have working. I could have made a lot more by being less discriminating, but I cared about my sister and didn’t want to risk her getting hurt. I didn’t let her go with just anybody, only friends and family. I also took cues from her. If it looked like she didn’t want to do someone or something, I usually refused on her behalf, and if she didn’t seem to enjoy it, I told her I wouldn’t let her do that again. Plus, absolute secrecy was a condition of anybody getting pussy. I didn’t want anybody outside finding out what my sister was doing and ruining her reputation. So, you see, I was being pretty responsible with her.

That’s why I say what happened wasn’t all my fault. It was a little my fault. But Mom, Dad, Samuel L. Jackson, the people I pimped her out with, and Faith herself for agreeing all share in the blame. It wasn’t all me, no matter how guilty I felt over what happened.

What happened was Faith missed a period, in the last week of summer. I should have seen it coming, taken better precautions, but she said she was on the pill, and most people didn’t want to use a rubber when fucking her. I sure didn’t.

I think it must have been because she missed a pill one day. That can throw your whole body schedule off and you’re not perfectly safe for a whole month after. Or maybe she just got a bad batch, and it was ineffective. They say no form of birth control is 100%. But a home pregnancy test soon confirmed that she was pregnant.

It was anybody’s guess who the father was. Odds are, just by sure volume of cum pumped into her this summer, it was mine, but it could have been a dozen other guys. There was even an outside chance

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Chapter Five:
The next day I went to hang out with my frequently-absent friend Kirk, playing a few video games over at his house like we used to, and when I returned that afternoon, Erin was already home. We snuck a brief open-mouth kiss while Mom was cooking dinner, but couldn't risk any more. "How was the sleepover?" I asked.

"It was okay," she said.

"You and Jenny patched things up?"

She made a face. "I guess. She's still kind of a bitch I guess I'll have to see if it was worth it." Although I knew what she meant I had to play dumb and ask, but Erin didn't want to elaborate.

After a good family dinner, Mom wanted us to watch a movie she rented with her. The movie wasn't very good, and it was awkward for me because I kept wanting to put my arm around Erin. I spent the time mentally composing the goodbyes that I knew were coming.

As the Blackmailer, I usually contacted Erin just before she went to bed, and decided to do the same this time. I opened a message window and said, "Hello Erin. I see you had a good time at the sleepover."

She wasn't in the mood for small talk. "Did you get what you needed?" she asked anxiously. I gave her almost a minute to worry before I decided to let her off the hook.

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Chapter Six:
School let out early that day for a staff meeting, and I was eager to rush home to my sister. Erin also had one at her school, except for some reason they had a half day off instead of only an hour, so she was home before me. She wasn't downstairs, so I called her name. I heard her answer from upstairs. She was in her room, the door was closed.

I knocked. "Just a second..." she said. Then, a minute later, she told me I could come in. Inside, she looked so different.

She was dressed up, not in the usual jeans and t-shirt I saw her leaving in, but like she was going out somewhere fancy. She had a skirt on that showed off her slender legs, and a pretty blouse. I’d never seen her wear these clothes before. She rarely wore anything even like them. They must have been deep in her closet, or she bought them while shopping yesterday. Her hair was also neatly brushed and I thought she might have been wearing lipstick.

"What's this?" I asked.

She faltered like I'd just insulted her. Maybe I did, by not complimenting her, but I was too surprised by the dramatic shift. "I just wanted to look beautiful for you."

"You are beautiful," I told her. "No matter what you're wearing. You could be all Goth and scary, or like a scene girl, or anything, and you'd be beautiful." She smiled widely, recovered from the imagined insult. "I do like this. It's a nice change. But it's not the clothes that make you beautiful. You're beautiful without any clothes at all." I took her hands. "But since you're all dressed up, do you want to go to that movie?"

She shook her head. "I need to ask you something," she said, her voice shaking. "How do you feel about me?"

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Chapter Seven:
That next week, I had to stay a little later at school to work on a group project, for presentation to the class. This meant Erin and I didn't have as much time together as we would have liked, but we could still squeeze in a quickie before Mom got home, and she would always be home before me. I was antsy with my partners, unable to contribute much to the group because I knew what was waiting for me. I’d be antsy the longer we went on, and as soon as we broke up I practically ran to the bus stop.

Wednesday, when I returned home and called out Erin's name, she didn't answer. I thought maybe she’d gone somewhere, that she’d gone to see a friend or something, so went to my room, disappointed.

She was there… sitting in my computer chair, staring at me as I opened the door, her eyes red. She was mad. From the doorframe, I couldn’t see what was on the screen. I had to walk around the desk. It felt like my stomach was writhing, I was so nervous as I approached. I asked what was wrong before I had a chance to see for myself, and when she wouldn’t answer, I had a feeling it was going to be really, really bad.

Sure enough, on the screen was one of the videos I'd taken as the Blackmailer. It shouldn’t have happened. I usually kept my porn videos in a hidden, encrypted directory, but must have left it unencrypted the night before while jacking off to a memory, and Erin had found it. She'd uncovered my secret identity.

She was pissed. I could tell she’d been crying, but at that moment she was mad. I couldn't blame her. How would you feel, when you unlock a mystery about who was responsible for some of the most embarrassing parts of your life, only to find it's the person you love? "How could you?" she cried, and I died a little inside.

I went down on my knees and tried to explain, babbling. I tried to tell her how I started only trying to scare her, to protect her, but that she was so beautiful, I couldn't resist, and then that I'd fallen in love and couldn't stop. She just stared at me. I could see a turmoil of different emotions crossing her face, but she wouldn�

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Chapter Sixteen

"So Tara, tell me, how did you feel around your brother after all of this took place? Were you afraid of him? I mean, you have to understand that this is difficult for me to comprehend…" she looked at me and removed her glasses, rubbed her temples and then (did she really do it or did I imagine it?), she absentmindedly rubbed a small white scar under her right eye. "You're telling me the truth about all of this? You're not putting me on about any of it?"

"Dr. Meyers, why would I lie to you about any of this? I have nothing to gain, except more time here at Rustling Willows. I know I'm not getting out of here, Dr. Meyers. I know that you think I'm deeply disturbed and a danger to myself. I'm telling you all of this because I want someone to know, not because I want to mess with your head." The chair was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as I sat there with her. The fabric of my pants was rough and it rubbed my pussy every time I shifted causing me to become wet. I needed a release badly but our session wasn't over and I wouldn't be allowed to go back to my room until it was.

"Ok, well let's get back to it then. How did you feel about Ryan after that?"

"Well, I loved him. He took care of everything we needed. After Mom went away, like I said, he ripped up the carpet and polished the hardwood in the living room. But that wasn't the only improvement he made on the house. He planted new sod in the front yard and the back yard. We had grass for the first time since Dad died. He fixed the leaks in the roof and the cracks in the walls so that we didn't freeze at night. He made our lives good again. We cleared out Mom's old room and he laid new carpet in it and even bought a new bedroom set for me. When I turned 7, he took me to the amusement park and then out to dinner at a really fancy restaurant. It was so romantic; he even had them bring out sparkling cider for me so I could feel like I was drinking wine. I wanted him to love me as much as I loved him. I washed the dishes and helped clean the house. I even cooked sometimes when he was too tired. B

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Chapter Seventeen

"He did a lot of things to me that night that would qualify as new, I suppose. New to me at least, though they had been done to other women for age upon countless age. I was introduced to the whip, and the clamps, foreign penetration and double penetration, hot wax and iced glass toys. I became a woman that night, when he was done there was nothing left of the girl I once was. I craved him, Dr. Meyers, I needed him. I couldn't live without him, I needed his touch and his love and yes, I needed the pain as well. He taught me that pain and pleasure could be the same thing. It was that night when I realized that I had wanted it all along. I hadn't been afraid when he tied me to the bench our first time, and I wasn't afraid that night either." I paused and looked at her across the table. The clock on the wall showed me that it was 4:30 and we had 15 minutes left. Inwardly I sighed with relief, soon I could go to my room and then I would relieve the pressure that had been building in my loins over the last two hours.

"You were ten when you were introduced to the BD/SM lifestyle then?" She looked at me, no peered at me is a better word, over the rims of her glasses. Her gaze was penetrating and I squirmed, feeling like she was staring through me.

"Not really. I was ten when we got into the more physical aspects of the lifestyle, but we lived the mental aspect of it the entire time we were together. I did everything he wanted, not out of fear, but because I loved him. I respected him and I wanted to please him. He was my master long before he ever took a whip to my back." I still twisted the same lock of hair in my fingers as I spoke to her. My hair was almost completely silver by now; it had gone that way rapidly after the accident. The light reflected across it as it twined around my slim fingers. Tears pooled in my eyes as the accident crossed my mind. They crested my lashes and poured over falling down my cheeks and splashing silently onto the table.

"I see. Well, you're clearly upset and our time is almost up anyway. The orderlies will take you back to your room and I will see you tomorrow

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Chapter Eighteen

The rooms at Rustling Willows are all identical; small, white, a bed on the far wall and a bathroom to the right. The windows are safety glass, the pillows are breathe through mesh, and the eating utensils are plastic. We wear slip on shoes and elastic waist faded blue scrub pants and matching shirts. Medicine is dispensed at precisely 8:00 am, 12:00pm, 4:00pm, and 9:00pm. The place smells like bleach and heavy flower scented disinfectant, underlain with piss and despair.

My current residence is Hall E Room 08. It's on the left side of a long white hall with multi colored carpet that is short and rough, designed to hide stains. The place has no sense of identity, it feels surreal and strangely blank, like looking into the eyes of a coma patient. There should be more to it but there isn't. I wish that there was though, at least something that felt like home.

The orderlies lead me down the hall and open the door to my room. We step inside and one bends to undo my shackles as the other watches closely with his hand hovering near a small syringe in a loop on his belt. I don't fight. I want this to be over with so I can get rid of the pressure that has built up inside me and then I have writing to do. They finish up and, like usual, the one who is holding my shackles presses against me, forcing me into the wall at my back. He sniffs my neck and hair before running his tongue along my jugular and tracing my cheekbone with its tip. His friend looks on in amusement. I hear the door click shut and then his big meaty fingers are shoving past my waistband and into my panties.

He wastes no time forcing his fingers into my dripping pussy, grinning as he feels my wetness. I'm surprised he doesn't try to talk to me, usually people will talk to someone they're forcing themselves on; it gives them a sense of power. I don't speak, I never do; I just stare past his shoulder as he yanks my pants down to my ankles and unzips his own.

It never occurred to me that I might get raped while here but I shouldn't be surprised. I may be over 40, hell I'm damn near 50, but I'm still in excellent shape. I never

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Chapter Two

"JOE! Can you come down here?"

"What..?" My head jerked up, still half asleep. Who was calling me? Ahh, I was sleeping so well too. Dreaming about her. Ms. Sylvester. She consumed every part of my being, asleep and awake. I was dreaming that we were on a beach, in the middle of the afternoon; completely alone. I sheepishly grinned, thinking of the naughty things we were doing in my dream.

Anyway, mom had yelled up to me, and she wanted to see me about something. I rose out of bed, slightly groggy from my peaceful slumber. I was on Cloud 9 all the way home. The rest of the day at school slipped right by, and I don't even remember the bus ride home. I was so swept up in my feelings. My emotions. I shuffled home, my head awash with passion and love for the apple of my eye. I must have eventually made my way home, seeing as I awoke from my disheveled bed in the late afternoon. I was exhausted from our… lovemaking. I blushed at the thought of it, still weak from thinking about it.

"Are you even listening to me?!?" She yelled again. Her tone grew more impatient. I could just imagine my mother, wearing her cooking apron, hands on her hips as she bellowed up the stairs at me. I shouldn't push it any longer.

"Coming, I'm coming." I hollered back, rubbing my face. I straightened up my shirt, and trotted down the stairs. My hair was a mess, and my socks flopped in lazy circles as I walked. I reached the bottom of the stairs and proceeded into the kitchen. I peeked around the corner to find my mother over the cutting board, dicing mushrooms and yellow peppers. She hadn't heard me come down the stairs, so I walked over and stole a pepper slice. Plopping it into my mouth, I asked, "What's up?"

"Don't you 'what's up' me mister!" She snapped, spinning heel to face me. I was taller than my mother, but she towered over me. I suppose that's how it always is. "You came home tired from school, and I let you sleep. All through the afternoon, I let you nap and assumed your homework was complete. But then this," She barked, po

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Chapter Seven

After that day, I felt that I and Sandra belonged together. I could give her unconditional Love. I had never felt that anything was as right as it was then. I had a good job, my application for getting a PhD was looking to be accepted, I had a big comfy house and I had a girl that I Loved and that Loved me. For once, I could lean back in my chair in the garden with a glass of coke and just feel that everything was right.

But as the intro to Heroes of Might and Magic IV says; "To all things comes and end".

That same day, as I was sitting and relaxing on my porch, I looked down the road towards Sandra's house. She was there, but there was a guy walking with her. They were holding hands. I thought to myself if it was some brother or something that she hadn't told me about. Or a cousin or some other family member. Then it hit me what it was.

Sandra leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. A somewhat innocent kiss, but it wasn't the kiss itself that drew my attention. It was his hand. His hand slid down her back, and met her ass. As he squeezed it, Sandra let out a small giggle. That wasn't a family member. That was what I had done to her enough times to know that she liked that, in a "turn me on" kind of way. I was stunned, like struck by lightning. I felt like Neo when he opened the door and finds Agent Smith placing a bullet in him. It was like I was pierced by something horrible, a deadly feeling that could kill me. I closed my eyes and the scene was played for me again. Every time I pictured it, it was like a new bullet hit my stomach.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt horrible. I ran towards the bushes, and I threw up. I had never thrown up before unless I was really sick or drunk. Throwing up by something I saw, throwing up due to emotions was something completely new. And it didn't have the same taste in my mouth as when I was drunk. It tasted more sour, a taste I wanted to forget as soon as possible. A taste that I didn't wish for my worst enemy, except that boy that groped my Sandra. Because she was my Sandra. Or, I had thought so until 5 minutes ago. 5 minutes ago, my whole worl

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Chapter Eight

Magnus opened the door to his home, took of his shoes and coat, and went for the kitchen. In there Samantha was sitting with a worried face.

"Did you see him?" Magnus just nodded"How was he?"

"Drunk and miserable. Long time since I've seen someone down like that. You know what happened?"

"No. Did they have a fight?" Magnus shook his head.

"Nope. Sandra supposedly kissed a guy, and he touched her bum in a... sexual way. A way that according to Albert really turns her on."

"Did he see who it was?"

"Sandra told him later. It was Danny" Samantha just gasped. He had ruined her daughter once before, but that time it was for the better. Now, he could be ruining her life once again, and this time maybe ending the best relationship she would ever have.

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Chapter Nine

Sandra didn't leave me a second that weekend. I think she had already told Magnus and Samantha that she would be staying at my place, if everything went the way they all hoped. I guess when she didn't come home after an hour they took the hint and realised that we were back together, that all doubt that had ever been between us was now dead and buried. I knew that we were going to have fights later on in our relationship. All good relationships are hit by a fight every now and then, but the best relationships are those that survive these fights. We did. And not only did we survive this incident, as it wasn't really a fight, we came out closer than we had ever been. I think danny had hoped to drive a wedge between us, hoping that she'd come running to him and get comfort sex. But instead he drove us even closer.
I don't remember much of what we did that weekend. On the Friday, the glorious Friday we found eachother again, all she ever did was sitting on my lap. I could feel how her soft skirt rubbed against my legs, how her almost cuddly blouse brushed my arms every time I put my arms around her, and how her silky smooth hair teased my face and neck. It's a strange thing, feeling a woman's hair in your face.

Normally, it bugs you, you feel like there's something in the way and you can't get rid of it, like several flies that are bugging you in co-ordinated attacks. But when it's the hair of the woman you love, it's something completely different. I snuggled up against her hair, playing with it with my nose as often as I could, feeling it tickle my face. She giggled every time I did it, and I sent shiver down her spine whenever I breathed down her neck.

The most beautiful moment that day was about midnight. We were watching telly. What, I don't know. To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to anything, except whenever Sandra turned around for a kiss. It wasn't the passionate kind of kiss. This wasn't the time for it. It was one of those kisses where you reassure that the person you're kissing really Loves you. Then Sandra leaned against me, resting her head on my chest, eyes

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