Chloe's Revenge

[DrownMeQuick 209]

Golden showers, brother-sister sexual tension.  Chloe’s quick thinking shuts down a blackmailing brother.

Chloe was just undressing for bed when her brother Brendan burst rudely through her door.

“Don’t you know how to knock??”

Brendan said nothing as he wandered over to her window to pull the blind aside and survey the street below.  As he turned, Chloe still had her arms crossed over her chest, gripping the tank top she was about to remove when her brother so rudely interrupted.  Her pastel green bikini briefs hung well on her hips, and the presence of a slight groove down the middle revealed that she probably had little, or no pubic hair – typical for a 19yo these days.  Brendan pretended not to notice. 

“I know what you’re doing”, he teased menacingly.

“What are you on about??” Chloe was annoyed, and just wanted to sleep.  She’d been studying hard and had 3 exams to go, and really didn’t need her pesky little brother keeping her up at this point.

“I know you’re fucking your tutor.”  Scott had just dropped Chloe home after a late lab session, or so Chloe said.  “I saw you giving him a BJ in the car.  And I think Dad would be very interested to hear about that”.

Chloe and Brendan were raised in the church, with fairly old fashioned parenting.  It was assumed that neither had got past “first base” and a white wedding was expected for Chloe, in a few years, to one of the few guys in the church deemed eligible by her parents.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.  Now get out of here, little boy”.  Chloe now had her arms crossed in front of her chest, concealing her breasts from her pervert brother.

“I saw you just now.  I see that you swallow, you’re a good clean girl, aren’t you!”

“You’re lying.  How could you have seen that, he dropped me on the other side of the road and like 4 houses up”.

“What do you think I use my telescope for?  You know I’m seriously shit at science, do you really think I look for nebulas or whatever?”

“Nebulae.  Well aren’t you a super perve.  You tell anyone what you saw and I’ll just tell them you’re using that telescope to perve at schoolgirls”.  Chloe already knew that bluff probably wasn’t going to work.

“HA!  Yeah go on.  As if anyone cares.  There’s nothing wrong with it.   Whatever’s in the street is fair game – including you sucking off your tutor like a cheap whore”.

That did it from Chloe. With an almighty shove she had Brendan flattened on the beanbag, and was astride his hips, pinning him down.  He may have been 18 but Brendan was a skinny fop, kind of a young Jarvis Cocker, and no match for his netball-champ sister.  She delivered a serious slap across his face with her open hand.  “Arsehole!!”

Brendan flinched, then stared her down. “I’ll add that to your list of crimes, darling sister”.

 

There was an awkward silence while Chloe contemplated her next move. Brendan used the moment to stare at the crease in her undies, and wonder what she looked like, ‘down there’.  It had, after all, been about 15 years since they last shared a bath.

Chloe released her grip on his arms and straightened her shoulders, hands on her hips.  Her C-cup breasts filled her top impressively, and the point of her nipples through the fabric demonstrated their pert form.  “Alright dickhead, what do you want.”  It came out as a statement, not a question, as if she was already defeated.  “Money, I suppose”.

“No...” Brendan paused, not sure how to put this – no way around it, he was about to cross a line.  A big, fat family line that had never been tested before.

“I want to see your tits”.

“You stupid boy.  You sick fucking pervert, as if I would show you my tits.  Why do you even care? What are you, a fucking paedophile?”

“You’re not a kid, so I think that makes me just an ordinary pervert”, he confessed cheekily.

“Well I’m not showing you my tits, you can forget about it.  In fact I’m going downstairs to tell Dad right now what you’re doing.  Blackmail is a crime”.

“I’ll come with you”, teased Brendan.  “I have something to tell him too”.

Chloe’s eyes burned with rage.  The little prick had her cornered.  Seeing no other way out, and wanting to shut this down right now, she closed her eyes and lifted her top to cover her face, but reveal her breasts for the silacious satisfaction of her shitbag, pervert brother.

Brendan was caught by surprise – he really didn’t expect it to be this easy.  They may have only been revealed for an instant, but the mental snapshot of his sister’s tits would now be etched into his synapses forever.   It was autumn and Chloe has been to the beach over summer; her tan was fading now, but there was still plenty there to give contrasting tan lines, two pale triangles perfectly outlining that area of her skin that was out of bounds for him.  Her nipples were average in size, seemed soft, and only a little darker than her skin colour.  Chloe’s breasts wobbled for a second then disappeared when the curtain came down again.

“Ok, did you get your jollies, you little freak?”  Chloe hoped to guilt Brendan for putting her through this humiliation, yet something, somewhere deep inside her erotic cortex, had already sent a confusing little buzz through her whole brain.  She pushed it to the background – whatever it was, it was an aberration, some byproduct of the extreme humiliation, and best ignored.

“Nice tits, sis”.  The boy had no respect.

“I want you to swear you will never tell anybody what you saw.” 

“Hmmm, gee, I dunno, a 1-second titty flash isn’t much really...”  replied Brendan.  “I think we need to up the stakes”.

“What are you talking about??  You promised to keep your mouth shut if I showed you my tits.  And I did.  A deal is a deal”.

“Actually, no I didn’t.   I didn’t say that was the WHOLE deal”.

“You arsehole.  I can guess what else you want to see, pervert”.  Chloe just wanted to put a lid on this, and yet strangely, she wasn’t really angry any more, she was kind of enjoying the negotiation, but she wasn’t letting Brendan know that.

“Actually, I don’t think you can.”

“Yeah I probably underestimate what sick filth is in your thick head.  Go on then, enlighten me, idiot”.

“I want to watch you pee.” Brendan’s voice was almost comical.

A weird, unexpected request, and Chloe considered her position.  She could go to her parents now and tell them everything that happened.  Brendan would get some stick for his pervy activities, but she’d get far worse.  She had a trip to Ibeza with Sophie and Tash, and that would be the first casualty.  The stakes were high.  That little buzz in the back of her head was egging her on, and she wanted closure.  But she wasn’t getting ripped off again – Chloe had a plan.

“Ok so if I let you watch me pee, that’s the end of this, forever.  No more blackmail, no more stupid tricks”.

Brendan sensed he was getting closer to satisfying a weird fantasy he’d had for years, and was ready to co-operate for mutual benefit.

“Yes!  Promise.”

Chloe was still astride Brendan, her slim thighs wide apart and her undies stretched across those two beautiful little scoop shaped curves that women have at the top of their legs.  Her pussy was just a few inches above his denim jeans, and if she had been interested to look, she would have noticed a considerable bulge in there, which had increased remarkably since she’d lifted her top.  She stared at Brendan, pretending to be mulling over the deal.  But she was actually busy working her internal muscles, summoning a gentle torrent.

“Alright, I’ll do it”, she said slowly...a dark patch started to form in her pastel undies and grew quickly, but Brendan hadn’t noticed, and it wasn’t until the first drops broke through and hit his jeans, quickly penetrating through to his cock with a growing warmth, that he realised what was happening.

“Whaa...what the fuck are you doing???  You crazy bitch, I didn’t mean ON ME!”  Brendan tried to leap to his feet but Chloe reacted quickly and pinned his shoulders down with a force he couldn’t shake.  Driven by anger, humiliation, and that inexplicable little buzz in the back of her brain, Chloe released a 3-beer waterfall through her panties, drenching Brendan’s entire crotch area and overflowing to the beanbag and carpet.   He asked for it, he was going to get it.  She waited until every lost drop had been released, and watched the soak patch grow to cover his legs and half his T-shirt as well.  Brendan was frozen, in shock as Chloe’s pee worked its way down to his balls and anus, and what didn’t trickle off the vinyl beanbag, pooled under his butt. 

Chloe surveyed the scene.  Brendan looked appropriately horrified, and her panties were soaked and still dripping.  There was a soft straw smell, a sort of mouldy dampness.   At this point she wasn’t sure whether to be proud of herself for sorting out the corrupt little prick, or ashamed at having peed somewhere that you’re just not supposed to pee.  And there was that damned confusing buzz again.  She knew one thing, she wanted her brother gone, so she released her grip and stood up, her feet squelching the carpet.  “Get out of here, areshole”.  Brendan didn’t waste any time, dragging his humiliated arse to the bathroom, already trying to figure out how he was going to clean himself up without mum finding the pee soaked clothes.  Tomorrow’s problem. 

This had been a profound moment for both of them.  Chloe never did figure out those feelings rationally, but developed a penchant for peeing in public, letting little bits go on public transport, and drenching her lovers.   Unfortunately her churchy husband is indifferent to her fetish, so she spends secret late night hours indulging with others on an internet forum dedicated to the subject, while Brendan, who never crossed his sister again, is now receiving treatment for an adult bed wetting disorder.