Rachel’s Shaved Pussy, episode four

I kept experimenting over the following week or so, having lots of sex, with both boys and girls, but picking my partners carefully. I knew how badly it could end, so I made sure I was in charge of everything, and none of them made a move unless I knew about it. I think my sexual technique was improving with practice, too, so they enjoyed it.
It still wasn’t quite enough, though, so I would masturbate several times an evening, between getting home from school and going to bed. I think my brother may have watched me once or twice, which was something to think about. He would give me strange looks around the house, and I knew he was conflicted between lustful thoughts of my sexy body and knowing I am his sister. I gave him the odd tease, but never quite made up my mind on whether to take it further. I still had my panties, crusted with his jizz, stored away in a drawer, after all. I tossed it around in my mind, and then one evening, when my parents were out, I just shrugged and went for it.
Passing his room, I thought I heard a soft thunk-thunk-thunk, and it seemed pretty likely to me that he was jerking off. His bed is a bit rickety, and can sway if a large weight is moving back and forth on it, like a person. I wondered if he was thinking about me while touching himself, and the impulse to find out overpowered me. Without pausing to knock, I shoved the door open and strode purposefully in.
I was right. He scrambled to cover his legs and hips with bedsheets, so that I really didn’t see much of anything, but it was pretty clear what he had been at. Something flopped onto the floor behind his bed too, out of my view.
“Rachel!” he roared with outrage. “Get out!!”
I ignored him, but walked round the bed to get the thing he had dropped. It was a magazine. He tried to reach down and snatch it away, but he could not move far without dislodging the sheets that protected what was left of his dignity, so I had the advantage.
“What’s this? A porno mag? Wow, you dirty boy. Mum and dad would go sick if they knew you had this!” I strode away, well out of his reach, so he could only watch in despair as I leafed through the pages. “Hmm, sexy girls. What a slut! She shouldn’t be doing that to that guy.” I kept up a running commentary, enjoying his shame and embarrassment as only a sibling can.
Then I got to the pages I was fairly sure he had been looking at when I interrupted him. “Hey, this one looks a little like me. Same long black hair, similar build, and ooh look. A shaved pussy.” I tossed the mag on his desk. “You like that, don’t you, Rick? My hair? My body? My pussy?” I ran my hands down my body as I said this, swaying my hips seductively.
“Shut up. I… I don’t know what you mean. You’re talking rubbish!”
“There’s no point in trying to deny it, Ricky; I have evidence. Sticky white evidence, all over a pair of my undies.”
“You can’t!” he blurted out. “I always made sure to wash them after I…” he stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.
I hid my surprise. I had not told him about the forged evidence I had produced. That meant he really had been jerking into my underwear. And more than once, by the sound of it. Well, that meant I had everything I needed.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said dismissively. “You weren’t careful enough, and now I have proof of your pervertedness. And people are gonna see it, unless you do exactly what I say. Got it?”
He hesitated, so I pushed him. “Got it?” I repeated, with steel in my voice. “Think how badly things can end for you.”
He gulped, and nodded. I had him.
“Okay, start by removing those sheets. Yup, right out of the way. Nope, hands by your sides!” As I had thought, he had no trousers or underwear on. His dick was semi-hard, but quickly wilting in the tense situation.
I laughed.