Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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The Tables Turn
My sister blackmails me into humiliation and shame -
I could have put this also into the incest category, but decided for this. Nothing really incestuous happens here! Enjoy and leave feetback and likes! Thanks for reading my story!
I never thought I'd end up back here, in my old bedroom with its peeling wallpaper and that same squeaky floorboard by the window. At twenty-five, living with my sister Anna wasn't exactly part of my five-year plan. But losing my job at the marketing firm left me with no choice but to crawl back to our parents' house, tail between my legs.
"Anna!" I called out for the third time this morning, my voice echoing through the hallway. "These dishes aren't going to wash themselves!"
I heard her dramatic sigh from the living room. "I did them yesterday, Jane. It's your turn!"
"Yeah, well, I'm looking for jobs. That's more important." I walked into the living room where she sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. "Besides, Mom and Dad left me in charge while they're away."
Anna looked up at me, her green eyes narrowing. "You're not in charge of anything. You're just unemployed and bitter about it."
Of course she was right. But it's not what I wanted to hear.
Anna was much younger than myself. She had just turned 18. She was small with a pale blueish skin, freckles. Sometimes I would make fun her plump body and the few pounds she might want to lose. Myself, I had always been very conscious of my body and did a lot to stay in shape. People told me that I had a sexy body, but I just couldn't agree nor see it. I simply felt uncomfortable. But Anna didn't seem to care about her own body, about keeping in shape. She actually seemed to like her belly, she showed it to everyone wearing tight tank tops that would flash her belly button much more frequently than necessary.
I, on the other hand, had learned how important it was to appear professional if you wanted to get ahead in life. Although, I must admit, it hadn't helped me much. I just got fired from my job along with a bunch of other people.
And somehow being back at home I needed someone to look down to, so that I could rebuild my bruised ego. Anna was just the right person. She didn't seem to care about anything, and I didn't care about her girlish superficial attitude.
"Watch it," I snapped, grabbing the TV remote before she could reach it. "Unless you want me to tell Mom and Dad about that party you threw last month when they were at Aunt Sarah's."
That got her attention. Anna's face flushed red, and she stood up, hands clenched at her sides. "You wouldn't."
"Try me." I smirked, feeling a familiar rush of satisfaction. "Now, about those dishes..."
Anna stormed off to the kitchen, muttering under her breath. I sank into the warm spot she'd left on the couch, trying to ignore the gnawing guilt in my stomach. I knew I was being horrible, but something about being back in this house brought out the worst in me. Every crack in the ceiling, every worn carpet fiber reminded me of my failure.
Later that evening, I was lying on my bed, halfheartedly scrolling through job listings when Anna appeared in my doorway. There was something different about her posture -- she stood straighter, more confident.
I noticed it immediately, although I couldn't make much sense of it.
"Hey, Jane," she said, her voice eerily calm. "Remember that video you made for Jake last summer?"
My blood ran cold. "What are you talking about?"
She held up her phone, and I saw myself on the screen, dancing in my underwear, singing an embarrassingly intimate message to my ex-boyfriend. "Or how about these other gems I found in your old laptop? The one you asked me to fix last week?"
I lunged for her phone, but she quickly stepped back. "Delete those right now!"
"Or what?" Anna's lips curved into a smile that mirrored my own from earlier. "You'll tell Mom and Dad? Go ahead. I'm sure they'd love to see these videos too."
My face burned with shame and anger. "You had no right to go through my private files!"
"And you had no right to treat me like your personal servant," Anna shot back. "I'm not sixteen anymore, Jane. You can't bully me like you used to."
I sank back onto my bed, the fight draining out of me. She was right. I'd been awful to her, taking out my frustrations on the easiest target.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, surprised to find tears welling up in my eyes.
But Anna didn't seem to have much sympathy.
Anna stood there, her phone still clutched in her hand, the screen glowing with that godforsaken video. My stomach churned, my throat tightened, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I couldn't believe she had found those. They were supposed to be deleted. Gone. Buried in the digital graveyard of my past mistakes. But there they were, taunting me, and now, worse still, in her possession.
"Anna, please," I whispered, my voice trembling. I was begging now, my pride crumpled at my feet. "Delete them. You don't understand--those are private. They weren't meant for anyone else."
She tilted her head, her smile widening, and I hated how much she was enjoying this. "Oh, I understand perfectly, Jane. You made them for Jake, didn't you? God, you must have been so in love. Look at you--dancing around in your bra and panties like some kind of desperate teenager. It's almost cute."
My cheeks burned, and I looked away, unable to meet her gaze. "It was a stupid mistake. I was young and--and naive. Please, just delete them."
"Hmm," she mused, tapping her chin with her finger like she was considering it. Then she shook her head. "No. I don't think I will. In fact, I think we're going to have a little fun with this."
My heart stopped. "What are you talking about?"
She crossed the room, her movements slow like she meant it, and sat down on the edge of my bed, her phone still in hand. "Stand up," she ordered, her voice calm but firm.
I hesitated, my body frozen in place.
"What is this?", I asked.
"Shut up, sis! You better do, what I tell you. In case you haven't understood what this is!"
"Anna, don't--" But she didn't let me finish.
"I said, stand up." Her sudden loud voice shocked me a, and I flinched. Slowly, I pushed myself off the bed, my legs trembling. She looked me up and down, her eyes on my body in a way that made me uneasy. She had never looked at me like that. With such a mischievous grin.
"Now," she said, leaning back and taking her time, "take off your clothes."
"What? Are you crazy?" I shook my head violently. "No. Absolutely not."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You don't get to say no, Jane. Not anymore. You've been bossing me around for weeks, treating me like shit, like your personal maid. Well, now the tables have turned."
She held up her phone threateningly, the screen still lit with that video. "And I'm in control. You are mine now!"
"You can't be serious!"
"I am dead serious! And you should change your attitude very, very quickly! With these videos I can fuck you up! And trust me, I will send them around. You have bossed me around for too long!"
I saw in her eyes that she was serious. She was really dead serious!
