The Power Of Blackmail

Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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When I was six years old I began an obsession with photography and all things beautiful. Watching tv and movies wasn't the same for me as it was for other kids of my age. I noticed the little details in everything, the effects or the fantastic scenery in the background were the things that I found interesting. For my 12

th

birthday I received the very best gift anyone has ever gotten me, a digital camera.

Now it wasn't a fancy one, it didn't have every possible function and effect under the sun on it, but it did allow me to capture and keep the things that I loved in my very own room. I took pictures of everything, plants, landscapes, holidays and the memory's that I knew I wanted to keep forever. Having the technology to possess a memory on a piece of paper was astounding. Why is it so overlooked?

After a while my bedroom became a place of peace and serenity. Pictures and posters of things that I thought were beautiful, rocks, flowers and sometimes even people. As I got older my interest in photography only heightened, and soon became a profession of mine. Not overly professional though, I wasn't doing weddings and other celebratory events, but I was selling my pictures online. Some as posters or canvases, sometimes I would make one of my pictures into a tattoo using the right effects on my computer and sell those.

I attended high school and then on to college to study photography as I knew that's where I wanted my life to be. It was the one thing no one could take away from me, it was mine and I loved it.

Now I'm twenty two years old, I still live at home with my parents and my two sisters. I have an older brother as well but he joined the marines a year ago so I don't hear from him often. The youngest of us is nineteen years old and her name is Louise, then there's me, then my twenty seven year old sister Isabel and then finally my thirty year old brother Curtis.

"Ryan! Ryan!" Shouted Louise from downstairs.

"Ugh. What?!" I shouted back.

"Hurry up! We're going to be late for the sale!"

"Ok one minute!"

Louise wasn't the girly girl you would expect her to be, she does look like the type though, having a pink bedroom for most of her life, but she was more of the book worm type. She often wore glasses for reading which hilariously makes her look more of a secretary than a geek. She has long dark brown hair, green eyes, long legs and decent handful sized breasts. Not that I really saw her as a woman before my sister, but a guy notices these things.

I had promised to take her to the sale at our local clothes store. We lived in a small town just outside of a major city which meant shops were too few for most peoples liking. I personally loved where we lived, it was away from any major city problems like traffic, litter and crime which made here a gorgeous green scenery of places for me to take pictures.

As for me, luckily the men in my family were built like brick shit houses. My dad is 6' 4 and has been a builder his entire life, meaning he's basically a walking battering ram. My brother Curtis is just a little shorter than him and thanks to his marines training he's just as big. Me on the other hand, well as you already know, I like photography so I haven't been "pumping iron" like the rest, but I stay in shape with walking, running and the occasional workout. Nothing over the top as the bodybuilder thing isn't what I want to look like.

I do however have the height, 6' 2 last I checked, shortish light brown hair and green eyes like Louise. Growing up me and my younger sister weren't that close, she had different interests to me and while my hobbies mostly consisted of being away from people, we didn't really know each other all that well. It wasn't until we were both adults that we started acting like siblings. Like going shopping.....

"For fuck sake will you hurry up!?"

"Oh god. Why did I agree to this?" I ask myself.

Reluctantly I changed, grabbed my camera and made my way downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs was Louise, looking pissed off.

"Why are you bringing your camera? We're going shopping not exploring."

"I always bring my camera." The only excuse I ever used when someone asked me that question.

Louise rolled her eyes and made for the door. She couldn't drive yet so it was up to one of us to take her places, but in all honesty I also wanted some new clothes. When she asked if I would take her, I made it seem like a big deal and managed to get a free lunch out of it, courtesy of the youngest one.

We don't receive any kind of allowance in this family. We never have. You're expected to earn your own wage by the time that you can legally work and contribute to the bills of the house. Our parents made us do most of the house work and chores as payment for living there growing up. It sounds harsh, but to be completely honest it was a great way to be brought up. Nothing was given to us for free, we had to make our own money if we wanted to buy anything that wasn't a necessity and it was lessons like that that taught us respect and manners.

Obviously for me it wasn't a problem as I had been making small amounts of money from the age of sixteen. I had enough savings to move out and make the entirety of my property my own, but part of me held back on that for a while, just so I could live the good life for a little while longer without stress. I wasn't sure if any of my family knew how much money I actually had.

"So is there anything in particular that you want to buy today?" I asked.

The journey to the shop was nearly an hour away and it was getting difficult to think of topics to discuss.

"Actually yes. I need some new underwear, maybe some lingerie or crotch-less panties,"

Louise knew this kind of talk made me uncomfortable, but for some reason I ended up picturing it and scolded myself for the thoughts.

"Right...," I wasn't really sure how to respond so I did what any brother does in this situation, make fun of it. "And you think that these

crotch-less

panties will help you get a boyfriend?" I smirked.

Louise immediately slapped my arm. "Hey! I had a boyfriend thanks. Turned out he was an asshole just like the rest of you."

"Wait, rest of you? You mean every guy is an asshole? Noooo?" My sarcasm hitting new heights.

"Dickhead! Yes, every guy does seem to be an asshole."

"Lou," time for the brotherly advice. "Every guy is an asshole. That's a fact, but every girl is also crazy. You just have to wade through all of the assholes to find the asshole for you," I couldn't help but smile at the wisdom.

"My god that's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?" Turns out Louise has also taken my sarcasm to heart.

We stayed silent for a moment after that. It wasn't because of any awkwardness or anything, I just had nothing to say. Educating my sister on boys really wasn't my strong suit. Also for some reason I couldn't get my sister wearing lingerie out of my head. The fuck is wrong with me?

"Soooo, are you really going to buy crotch-less panties?"

Louise looked at me with a glance as if I was a mental patient that had escaped from somewhere.

"Yes, but only if you can help me pick a good one out and rate me out of ten while I'm wearing it."

For a split second I thought she was serious and nearly crashed the car.

"Fine, but you're going to have to do the same for me with a banana hammock,"

We both burst out into a fit of laughter which lasted the rest of the journey.

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Even though the shopping was mostly painstaking, having to watch my sister find "cute" outfits and seemingly never endless walking from one isle to the next, it wasn't all that bad. I bought myself some new shirts and a few pairs of cargo trousers. I wasn't much of a jeans kind of guy, I preferred comfortable clothing for walking and exploring.

I did manage to see Louise picking out some lacy underwear though, I didn't see any crotch-less panties, but seeing her holding a red matching bra and knickers got me more excited than I would ever admit. I wasn't sure why I suddenly thought these things, but within just a few hours I had gone from seeing her as my sister to a woman.

She was far more beautiful than I gave her credit for, which was proven when I noticed countless guys turning around to watch her walk away. It was weird seeing that. I like to think that my eye for detail was up there with the best, but not noticing how attractive Louise actually was came as a massive surprise.

When we got back to the car for the journey home, I found myself watching her get into the car. Her tight leggings showed off her ass and legs perfectly, and while we had been walking around, she had taken off her jumper to reveal a tight fitting vest top that showed just enough cleavage to distract me from the road. I wasn't sure if she had caught me peaking or not, but I seriously had to try and control myself.

We pulled up at the house and emptied the boot full of our new clothes.

"Thanks bro, I owe you one." Louise gave me a gentle hug and began walking inside.

My eyes immediately dropped to the sway of her hips.

"I'm pretty sure that's about sixty you owe me now Lou,"

She looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out at me before running upstairs to her room with her new stash of clothing.

I noticed the others cars weren't outside so I assumed they weren't home. I grabbed a drink from the kitchen and went to my room with my bags. It had been a strange day, I thought about Louise sexually for the first time and I had caught myself ogling her at every chance I got. Maybe I was just horny.

Over the course of four years, I had three girlfriends. Each ending in a less than ideal way if you ask me. The first cheated on me for her ex boyfriend, the second moved away to France with her grandmother and the third straight up insulted me during our first fight. It wasn't even a big fight, it just started out as a petty disagreement and before too long she started throwing words at me. Cunt, dickhead, loser, rapist, fuck-boy. I'm pretty certain I'm not any of those, but I wasn't going to stick around in that relationship.

What I needed was to release some built up tension. "At least then I can think of something other than my little sister in lingerie......"

Immediately picturing it once again I quickly turned on my computer and brought up an incognito window. I found a video of a guy fucking two gorgeous women and eventually spunking on both of their faces. If I had one fetish, it was a good facial. Is that even considered a fetish? I wasn't sure, but I knew I liked it.

After watching most of the video and getting closer to climax, I quickly went into a folder on my desktop and found my stash of pictures. These weren't of any scenery or foliage, these were of the women I had been with. I had at least one picture of every woman I had fucked and better yet, they were mostly facials. Each ex and one off fuck that I could convince to letting me picture their beautiful faces while covered in cum.

This was my golden file, and place that some day I hoped to have filled with pictures of women in all kinds of positions and situations. Most of them thought I had deleted the pictures as they watched me do it, but I have back ups of basically all of my photos. You can never be to careful.

A few clicks through the images and I was done for. Each girl completely covered in my juice and looking absolutely stunning. I came inside some tissue and proceeded to clean myself up and take a shower. After I changed and settled back into my room I felt much better, no more thoughts about Louise and no more tension. I was in the clear.

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It was getting on in the afternoon and I had absolutely nothing else to do, so I did what I always do when I'm bored, explore with my camera. I looked out of my bedroom window and noticed that the family still wasn't back yet, which luckily meant that food wouldn't be ready for at least two hours. I had time to kill and the best way to do that is to find something peculiar and take photos of it.

I grabbed my camera and headed for the front door.

"Louise! I'm going out for a bit!" I shouted down the hallway.

"Ok!" Was all I got back.

I quickly put my trainers on and started walking down the road to the nearest woodland area. Our house was situated between fantastic marvels of nature, woods, old quarry's and rivers were dotted over the landscape if you knew where to look. I had spent most of my childhood finding these places and I still hadn't covered everything that I wanted to.

By the time I could drive it opened up endless possibilities which I took advantage of almost every day. Seeing as I only had a couple of hours at most, I went for a walk in the direction of the woods in hopes of finding some rabbits or if I'm lucky, birds of prey.

Only a few minutes down the road I did the pocket check. The pocket check is something most people do and don't realise that they do it. It's when you're just about to leave the house and make sure you have everything. For me, that consists of four items. My phone, my wallet, my keys and of course my camera. I rarely went without them. While checking my pockets I noticed I didn't have my wallet.

Now, obviously I wont be needing my wallet in the woods, but it just felt wrong to not have it in my pocket, it felt like I had a hole in my leg. So I turned around and headed back to the house. I really wanted to get to the woods so I power walked back while holding my camera. It was always wrapped around my neck, hanging there by the overly expensive black strap I had bought.

I quickly made my way up the stairs to my room. The second I hit the landing I noticed my bedroom door open.

"That's weird. I swear I shut it."

I wasn't sure if I had left it open or maybe that Louise was in there. That was the only other explanation that I could think of. I quietly walked to the door and peered inside. What I saw wasn't what I was expecting.

Straight ahead of the door was my computer desk. It had all of my cameras, computer equipment and other bits and bobs, including my secret money box. It was shaped like a camera........ obviously, and at the bottom it had a screw-on plastic seal where I kept all of my bank notes. I wasn't sure how much was in there because I usually only put some in and rarely took any out. At a guess I would have said several hundred pounds.

Louise was standing there at the desk and unscrewing the cap on my money box. It was obvious now that she was stealing from me. I wasn't sure why, but my first instinct wasn't to jump in and stop her, it was to take a picture, then another and another. The entire act was completely caught on camera and I had no idea why I did what I did. Louise took a twenty from the box and put the seal back.

I stumbled about trying to get to the staircase in time, not wanting to be seen by her leaving my room. After I heard the door shut and then her bedroom door open and close I assumed the coast was clear.

"What just happened?" I asked myself.

I looked back at the pictures to see my little sister stealing from me. "Had she done this before?"

"Of course she has, she knew about the box."

I was now in full conversation with myself. "First Louise is stealing from me and now I'm talking to myself. I'm either going mad or I'm dreaming."

Not being sure what to do next, I continued my adventure outdoors, without my wallet. It was weird. The entire walk to the woods was mostly me thinking to myself about what I had seen and what I should do. When I got to one of my favourite places, which was a small clearing surrounded by trees with a big rock in the middle, I sat down on said rock and looked back at the pictures once again.

"Should I just confront her about it? I mean, what else is there to do?"

I couldn't help but notice that I had taken a picture of Louise a little lower than the other photos. This one showed me the roundness of her ass. The quality of my camera was top notch and gave me a perfect look at her cheeks clad in the tight leggings from earlier.

"Jesus! How haven't I noticed that before?"

I tore my eyes away and skipped to the next picture which wasn't revealing the subtle little ass she was carrying. Seconds later I found myself going back to the picture and looking some more.

"You're so fucking weak you know that?" I asked myself.

This time I really did put the picture away and went for a walk to take some more productive photos. As I was wandering around taking pictures of trees and animals, I came across an idea. Blackmail. I realised that I had proof of something Louise shouldn't be doing. My parents would absolutely freak out if they knew. Which means I could pretty much get whatever I wanted from her.

The only problem was, I had no idea what I wanted. I could get her to do my share of the house work, not a bad idea, I could get her to clean my room, again not a bad idea, but who knows how much money she's been taking from me, and the rest of the family for that matter. I was going to have to give it some more thought, come up with something that I could use to my advantage.

"I guess I could make her my personal assistant, make her carry around my things and do my work for me." I stopped to take a quick picture of a dove on a branch. "But then again, I don't have many things to carry around and I don't have any work to do. Ugh I don't know. Maybe I should just talk to her about it."

It had been a little over a couple of hours since I left the house and I was starting to get hungry.

"Hopefully Isabel's cooking tonight." I thought to myself.

Isabel is older than me. She got married to another one of us "assholes" and ended up getting divorced a few months back. Since the divorce, she's moved back in with us and has set up home in our brothers room. He wont be needing it for at least a couple of years.

Isabel is a fantastic cook, she did the whole nine yards, A-class student in school, blitzed college and completely finished her course in university. Shortly after that she became a chef for a small restaurant in town and married one of her co-workers. When they divorced she had to find a new job and is currently working at a coffee shop a few miles away. It's definitely not what she wants, but it's the best there is in a town like this. We all assume she will move away to fulfil a dream when she's ready.

I could smell the sweet aroma of professional cooking slowly making its way down the street coming from my house.

"Yes!"

The second I open the front door I'm confronted by Isabel, standing directly in front of me.

"You're lucky. I'm just about to dish up. If you want to goof off for the day and not tell anyone where you're going then at least answer your phone." Isabel stood there with her arms crossed with obvious annoyance plastered across her face.

Her arms were tucked firmly under her breasts, forcing them up and out towards me. They were a very similar size to Louises, maybe a little bigger. "Why was I suddenly noticing this?" I asked myself.

"Umm, I didn't hear my phone ring," I tore my eyes away from her chest and focused on her face to see it angry. Then I brought my phone from my pocket to see I had two missed calls and a few messages.

"Ah! My phone is on silent," I placed my phone in front of Isabels face to prove it.