Breaking Sarah’s Will with my Friends Help, Part I – ReCut

Breaking Sarah’s Will with my Friends Help: Part I

When the skies turn cloudy on a cold november day, theres not much left for a boy in his late teens like myself to do, which is why I was sitting down infront of my computer. Sitting down infront of my computer jerking off to images of hot blonde women being hogtied and fucked, that is. I had my best friend, John, to thank for those images – He was always fond of emailing the very best he could find to me.

Earlier in the day John and another friend, Rowan, had called to see if they could hang around at my house. My parents were away for the weekend, so the only ones at home were Sarah and me.

Sarah is my 15-year-old sister, and it was my job to “Baby-sit” her for the weekend even though she was old enough to take care of herself. Sarah has always been a nuisance to me, constantly telling on me when we were younger if i’d done something wrong – Not to mention she had always been mummy and daddies “goot little girl”.

Suddenly, the handle to my door started to turn. I bolted up out of the chair, rather startled, and thanked my lucky stars I remembered to lock it.
“Hey, Damian, open the door!” I heard her slightly muffled voice yell from the other side.
“I’m busy!” I snapped back. “What do you want?!”
“I want to use your computer to go on the internet and check my e-mail!” she said. With a sigh, I put my dick back in my sweatpants and unlocked the door.

Standing there was Sarah, wearing nothing but a towel tightly wrapped around her displaying her Marilyn-Monroe type body – Big meaty breasts, slightly toned waist, curvy hips, legs a touch on the fleshy side and a nicely shaped ass that I had always observed whenever she bent over to put a disk in the DVD player. She had a very pretty face, too – large green catlike eyes, button nose, long blonde curls and a mouth any man worth his salt’d love to stuff full of cock. Some would call her chubby, but most would agree on ample or full bodied.

“I’m just about to take a shower, but I wanted to check my e-mail first.” She started sniffing. “Whats that smell?” she enquired. “Have you been eating tuna?”
Lost for words and feeling quite flushed I simply asked “Will you be on the internet long?”
The sight of her wearing nothing but that skimpy towel was making me seriously horny. “Just a minute” she tittered, sitting down. As she sat, the split in her towel exposed her inner upper thigh and I felt a heavy feeling wash over the pit of my stomage – I was nauseous with lust. “Whats this?” she piped, clicking on the porn folder. As the gallery of busty blondges getting gang-banged while being tied up appeared infront of her and a horrified look fell over her face, the proverbial shit hit the fan.

“Oh Gross – Damian, you fucking pervert! Now I know what that fishy smell is – You’ve been wanking off to this! Oh, just you wait ’till mum and dad hear about this!” She sneered the last words at me. Sounding panicked – Fuck, BEING panicked – I just stuttered back, “You’re not going to tell them, are you!?” An evil grin spread over her face.

“Well, I suppose I don’t have to… least, not if you give me £50”
Desperate to keep my secret, and fully aware that she now had blackmail on me, I simply spat “Fine” at her and handed her the money.