“Hi, Vic. Got some time for your sister?”
Outside, thunder rumbled and lightning crashed. Heavy sheets of rain
hammered against the windows. The storm had turned what should have
been a bright, blue late summer afternoon into twilight.
He looked up from his book to see Angie standing in the doorway of the
living room. “Not really, no.” He turned his gaze back to the novel in
his hands.
“What are you reading?”
He answered without looking up again. “It’s called ‘Storm Memories’.”
She grinned and stepped closer, glancing at the window. “Appropriate
reading for today. What’s it about?”
He sighed heavily and tucked his bookmarker between the pages, lying
the paperback beside him on the couch. “It’s a horror story. It’s about
an old man on his deathbed. He’s reliving accounts of a demon who’s
followed him around for his whole life. The demon only manifests itself
during storms. The more powerful the storm, the more energy the demon
has.”
Angie frowned. “Sounds boring.”
“It’s not. The old man lives in Florida. There are a lot of storms.”
She laughed. “Still sounds boring to me. Mom and Dad are over at the
St. Clair’s until late this evening. Why don’t you and I go upstairs
and do something more interesting?”
“Such as?”
“You know what I’ve got in mind, little brother! It’s been about two
months since that afternoon by the pool. You were so upset after that I
decided to give you a break. Though I really would’ve liked to have had
more fun with you while Dad and Mom were on vacation. Anyway, break’s
over. Let’s go upstairs and you can put on a show for me.”
Not wanting to appear too eager and arouse any suspicions, Vic put the
novel on the coffee table and rose from the couch. “Okay. Let’s just go
get this over with.” He left the living room and made his way to the
stairs. “You know, Angie, one of these days I just may find a way to
break your hold on me.”
She giggled, as if finding the very notion ludicrous. “Not likely,
little brother. Now come on. Hurry up. Go to my room and take your
clothes off.”
“How about if we go to my room instead?”
“Whichever. I’ve already got some of your porn ready for you in my room
though.”
“I guess I’m more used to doing it in my room. It’s easier for me
there.”
“Whatever. Go to your room, then.”
“Thanks.”
With her trailing after him, Vic made his way up the rest of the stairs
and down the hallway to his room. Going inside, he waited for Angie to
sidle by him before closing the door. Then he stood there, watching
her, waiting.
She stared back, delicate hands planted firmly on slim hips. “What are
you waiting for? Strip!”
“No. I’m done putting on shows for you, Angie. That’s over.”
She smirked. “You’ve decided you want me to tell Mom and Dad all about
your very large collection of hardcore, XXX goodies, then?”
“No. Not at all. You won’t be saying a word to them.”
“And why not?”
“Because if you do, I’ve got a little something of my own to show them.
Something that’ll get you into a whole hell of a lot more trouble than
my porn collection will get me into. At least with the porn, I’m only
having sex with myself. Unlike you.”
She frowned, uncertainty mirrored in her eyes. “What are you talking
about?”
He smiled, liking to watch her squirm. After what she’d been putting
him through for the past months, he felt no guilt whatsoever over what
he was doing and what he was planning to do. “I’m talking,” he said
slowly, “about your boyfriend.”
“Daniel?”
“You’ve got more than one?”
“No!”
“Then I’m talking about Daniel, yes. More to the point, I’m talking
about that night about a week before our parents got home from vacation
when Daniel spent the night in your room.”
She gaped at him. “You know about that?”
“Yep.”
“How?”
He snorted with laughter. “It’s not as if you were being too quiet,
Angie.” Switching to a falsely high-pitched imitation of her voice, he
moaned loudly, ” ‘Oh, yes, Danny! Yes, baby! Oh, Danny! I just love it
when you do that! Yes! Oh, Danny! Yes! Fuck me, Danny! Fuck me, Danny!
Oh, Danny! Fuck my tight virgin pussy with your hard cock, Danny’!”
Her face was flushed bright red. She was actually shaking with anger.
Vic smiled, switching back to his own voice. “I’m shocked. I honestly
thought you’d lost your virginity years ago.”
She wagged a finger in his face and hissed, “You’ve got no proof! It’ll
be your word against mine! And when I tell them about your porn, I’ll
have proof! Even if you somehow manage to throw away everything in here
before they get home later, I’ve got magazines, DVDs and VHS tapes of
yours hidden in my room as proof. I’ve had them there since before I
caught you that night, just in case.”
“Who says I don’t have proof?”
Her mouth worked but no words passed her lips.
He smiled. “Want to see?” Without waiting for a reply, he crossed to
his computer desk and moved the mouse to switch from screensaver to
desktop image. “It’s really good,” he said, pulling out a CD from the
holder and popping it into the appropriate drive. “Just wait.” He
double-clicked an icon on his desktop. The computer whirred and hummed.
Then the media-player program opened. “Here you go, Angie. Your own
amateur porn flick! Have a look.”
Stepping closer, her face twisted with fury, still shaking, she watched
as he opened the file stored on the CD. Her breath hitched as an overly
dark image began to play.
“Like it?” Vic asked, glancing back and forth from her furious
expression to the computer monitor.
Despite the darkness of the video, both his sister and her boyfriend
were clearly seen and instantly recognizable. They were on her bed,
both completely nude. Daniel was between Angie’s splayed legs, licking
her pussy eagerly as she whimpered, “Oh, lick my clit, Danny! Fuck,
baby, that’s good!”
Angie stood ramrod straight, her hands clenched into tight fists at her
sides. “Turn it off,” she whispered.
“But we’re not even to the best part yet,” Vic replied happily. “I
really enjoy the bit where you go up on your hands and knees with him
kneeling behind you. You’re facing the camera, squealing with lust,
saying all kinds of profane things to him. I’m sure Mom and Dad will
love that part, too!”
“Turn it off!” she bellowed, seething.
Grinning, Vic closed the program, shutting the video off in mid-moan.
He ejected the CD and turned to her, holding the innocent-looking
plastic disc at his side.
“How?” she demanded.
He shrugged. “A hidden spy camera. It was about the size of a pencil
eraser. I bought it not quite a week after that day at the pool. I put
it in your room two days later while you were at the mall with your
friends. The second night after that, you had Daniel over. I heard you
moaning and activated the camera. I recorded two and a half hours or
you two fucking and sucking.” He held up the CD. “It’s all on here. The
next day, I slipped back into your room and pulled out the camera. Oh,
and don’t worry. I’ve burned more than a dozen copies of this video,
too.”
“You what?”
He nodded, grinning. “Yeah. And this is the only one in the house, by
the way.” He held the CD up again. “A few of the others I’ve given to
friends in sealed envelopes with instructions not to open the package-”
“You’re dead!”
“Don’t worry. If I didn’t trust them not to watch it, I’d never have
given copies to them to hold. They don’t even know what’s in the
envelope or that it has connection to you. Anyway, other copies are
scattered here and there in little hidey holes across town.” The grin
faded from his face, his expression becoming one of utmost seriousness.
“So, Angie, if you breath one single word to anyone about my porn
collection, or what you’ve put me through since that night you caught
me masturbating in here, I will quite happily turn a copy of the CD
over to Mom and Dad. Understand?”
Shaking with rage, she nodded.
“Say it.”
“I understand.” Her words were spoken through gritted teeth.
He watched her for a few moments, then said, “I think you do. Good.” He
put the CD back in its case and tucked it back into place in the
holding rack before looking to her again. “You look tense, Angie.
Relax.”
She stood before him, not moving, saying nothing.
He nodded. “You know what I’ve found to be the best way to relax?”
Still she made no reply but simply stared daggers at him.
“Masturbation,” he said, answering his own question.
Angie only glared at him.
He nodded. “Yep. It’s amazing how relaxed you feel afterwards. Maybe
you should give it a try.” When she still didn’t answer, he said,
“It’ll be good for you, big sister. Go ahead. Right here and right now.
Let me watch you like you’ve been watching me.”
She inhaled deeply, then bellowed, “Fuck you!”
Vic shook his head. “No, you’re a lovely girl, Angie, but you’re my
sister. I’ll be perfectly content to just sit and watch you play with
your no-longer-virgin-pussy. Go ahead, then. Take off your clothes.”
“No.”
He nodded. “I thought you’d say that. But if you say it again, I’ll
show Mom and Dad a copy of that CD I just showed you.”
Her eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“I would. Believe me, Angie. After the humiliation you’ve put me though
lately, I would in a heartbeat! The only way you’re going to avoid that
is by letting me watch you as you’ve watched me. Starting here and now.
You’ve forced me to masturbate for you three times. I’ll be nice and
not count the night you snuck into my room and caught me, since I
watched you and Daniel fuck. Okay? But you’ve forced me three times, so
you’ve got to let me watch you three times. Then we’ll call it even.
And you start paying me back here and now. So, you either strip naked
and masturbate to orgasm for me, or I give Dad and Mom that CD the
moment they walk through the front door later. It’s your choice.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me, Vic!” Her eyes swam with
tears.
He smiled at her. “I felt the same way when you first started to force
me. I felt like you were betraying me. But I got over it and accepted
it for the way things were going to be. I’m sure you’ll do the same.
Now What’ll it be? You’d better hurry. They’ll be home in a few hours.
Assuming they stay as long as they’d planned and don’t come home
early.”
Tears beginning to stream down her smooth cheeks, Angie pulled off her
T-shirt.
“I thought that’d be your answer,” Vic replied.
“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up you bastard!” Her words were barely
discernable through her humiliated sobs as she pulled her shorts down,
leaving herself clad only in her pale lavender bra and matching
panties. They went very well, Vic thought, with her tanned flesh. “You
aren’t really going to make me do this, are you?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You made me do it. The only difference here is
that, this time, I’m making you do it. The shoe’s on the other foot
now. Or, I guess I should say that the shoe’s coming off of the other
foot now. Strip. After that video, there’s nothing I’m going to see
that I’ve not seen before.”
Slim shoulders shaking as her sobs wracked her lithe body, Angie
unclasped her bra and pulled it away from her pert breasts, trying to
cover her pale, untanned chest with her arm. Vic allowed her to do what
she could to cover herself as she struggled out of her panties using
only one hand to help them down her willowy legs. At last, she stood
before him, completely naked, her hands over her tanless erogenous
zones, trying to hold on to one final shred of modesty. Tears were
flowing down her cheeks as she stared imploringly at him, her eyes
begging him to let her go, to release her, to say this was all a joke
and she didn’t have to do what he’d said she must.
Vic watched her for several long moments before saying, “You’d may as
well stop covering yourself. I’m going to see everything again,
anyway.”
She began to sob louder, her body shaking more violently.
Vic took a seat in his desk chair and swiveled it to face her. “You can
assume whatever position is most comfortable for you. Do you need
something to help you along? I can find a nice pictorial in a magazine
of a guy you’d think is hot fucking a young girl. You can imagine he’s
Daniel and you’re the girl if you like.”
She shook her head and sat on the bed. One hand still covered her pale
breasts while her other held its place over her snatch. Vic watched her
and saw the middle finger of her lower hand moving a little. He smiled.
“Angie, no fair. Spread your legs for me. Let me see.”
“Vic ”
He sat silently, staring at her, waiting for her to continue.
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t make me do this! I’m sorry! Okay? I’m
sorry for what I put you through. I was wrong! Alright? Don’t make me
do this! I know what you went though now! I know how humiliated you
were. I-”
He stood abruptly, cutting off her words. “No,” he said, nearly
shouting. “You don’t know, Angie! You’ve taken your clothes off in
front of me and that’s all you’ve done! I had to masturbate to orgasm
in front of you three fucking times! You wouldn’t let me cover
anything! You had to see it all! Hell, the second and third times I
came looking at you! My own fucking sister! You have no fucking idea
what you put me through, Angie! Not yet. But you’re going to. So spread
your damn legs and get busy. If you haven’t cum by the time Mom and Dad
get home, they get that CD. You’ve been warned.” He sat back down,
feeling his anger-flushed face burning.
Her sobs growing nearly to shrieks of despair, Angie lay back on the
bed and thrust her legs open, revealing her pussy to him. One finger
worked lightly over her clit.
“That’s better,” Vic said. “But you’re not aroused in the slightest.
You’d better hurry.”
Her fingers moved faster but her clit stayed soft and there was no
trace of moisture in her twat.
“It’s not so easy to perform when someone you don’t want to see you is
watching. Is it?”
She didn’t answer.
“Is it?” he repeated, his voice far louder.
“No!” she screamed, sitting up. “It’s not! Are you happy?”
“No,” he shot back. “I’m not! And I won’t be until you do
what I’ve told you that you need to do! Now get busy!”
“I can’t, Vic!”
“You wouldn’t accept that from me so I’m not accepting it from you!”
“Vic-”
“Payback is a real bitch, isn’t it? Either you orgasm – very soon – or
Mom and Dad will be watching that video of you fucking Daniel in a few
hours!”
“I can’t!”
Vic grinned abruptly. “I’ve got an idea. This should help you.” He
pulled out the CD and popped it back into the drive, starting it.
“What are you doing?” Her words were soft, marred by her crying, her
voice suspicious.
“You, Angie, my dear, loving sister, are going to sit there and
finger-fuck yourself to climax while watching Daniel fuck you.”
“No. I don’t want you to see that video, Vic.”
“Tough shit. I’ve already seen it. And I’m going to see as much of it
again as it takes you to cum. So, the quicker you perform, the less of
it I see this time around. I promise you I’ll turn it off as soon as
you orgasm. Deal?”
Before she could reply, the video started to play on his computer
monitor.
Angie’s sobs grew louder again as she was forced to watch her first
true sexual encounter repeat itself on her brother’s computer as she
sat naked, legs splayed wide, before him as he watched her. Tears
streaming down her face, Angie began to massage her clit.
“Just close your eyes and block out everything but the sound of the
video,” Vic said softly. “Here. I’ll turn up the volume for you.” He
adjusted the speakers’ volume and the recording of Angie’s soft moans
of pleasure grew louder. “Maybe that’ll help.”
Without a word, Angie fell onto her back, one hand toying with her
clit, her other hand tweaking her still-soft nipples. She was still
sobbing, her lithe, mostly-tan body shaking.
Vic remained quiet, content to simply watch her and enjoy his
vengeance.
After many minutes, Angie’s sobs quieted to gentle whimpers and Vic saw
that her clit was actually starting to swell. A bit of moisture was
beginning to ooze from her pink slit. The scent of her musky aroma
permeated the air.
Vic felt his cock swell in his pants at the sight and smell. His
stomach tightened as he realized his sister’s arousal was turning him
on as well. He wondered if Angie ever got excited when she was watching
him. He forced the thought from his mind and focused on her as she
continued to masturbate on his bed.
Aromatic juice began to stream from her twat, trickling down over her
puckered asshole to soak into the quilt on his bed. Her outer lips
swelled, as did her clit. Her finger worked faster. Vic looked at her
chest and saw that her nipples had grown hard as well. Angie was
pinching and tugging at them with more and more urgency. He leaned
closer, unable to help himself, wanting a better view of his sister’s
orgasm when it hit. He inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her
fragrance into his lungs and holding it there.
Angie began to whimper, not with shame and sorrow now, but with lust
and pleasure. Her hips wiggled and squirmed as she dipped first one,
then two and finally three, delicate fingers into her sopping twat. Vic
clearly heard the wet sounds they made as they slid easily in and out
of her. Angie’s head thrashed from side to side as she moaned.
“You’re about to cum. Aren’t you?” Vic whispered.
“Um-hum,” she moaned lightly.
“Good girl,” he said softly. “Let me see you cum.”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Let me watch your pink pussy spasm with pleasure as you climax!”
“Um-hum,” she whimpered again.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Very,” she said, the word drawn out into a warm purr.
Vic felt his hard cock pulsing in his shorts as his erection strained
to burst free.
Before he could say more, Angie’s breathing hitched and she squealed
loudly. Her back arched, leaving the bed, as her fingers danced quickly
over her pussy and clit. Juice ran freely from her slit, drenching her
hand, inner thighs and Vic’s quilt.
“Fuck!” she screamed. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Vic leaned as close as he could without falling out of his chair.
Her pink twat was pulsing with pleasure as it pumped musky fluid from
her body. Her head thrashed madly from side to side. Her words
dissolved quickly into shrill screams of pure lust. After several
moments, she fell still and
silent.
Vic watched her for a few brief seconds, then, as he had promised,
turned off the video playing on his computer. When he turned back,
Angie was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands once more covering
her now-flushed chest and sopping pussy. She was staring at him in
horror.
“One down,” Vic said, “two to go.”
Angie leapt up and ran to the door, naked, moisture still dripping from
her snatch. She yanked open the door and fled. A moment later, Vic
heard her door slam closed.
“I’ll bring your clothes to you later!” he called to her, bending to
pick them up from his floor.
When he picked up her lavender panties he paused, glancing at the quilt
on his bed. A large patch at the side was soaked with Angie’s lust. The
smell of it filled the room. Reflexively, he inhaled and felt his hard
dick twitch.
In a flash he was naked and stroking his shaft. Within moments he
groaned with lust as a massive shot of molten cum spurted from his
swollen head.
Catching his breath, Vic felt abruptly nauseous. “What the fuck am I
doing?”