Jason could see his hard sneer in the reflection of his laptop screen. His pulse thrummed in time with his aching jaw, his teeth creaked as he ground them together. The hammer of his fingers against the keyboard was like gun fire as he searched high and low for a work around to his sister's cruel plan.
He had already hacked into the accounts of the people she had sent the photos to. Jason deleted the emails and scoured every bit of evidence that he could find online. One night Jason even snuck into Margie's room and lifted her mobile while she was sleeping. Unfortunately for him, his sister had gone and encrypted it before he could gain access. The files sat there like tormenting little ghouls, but he could not determine which one contained the masters or even if they were the only copies. He supposed that he could just wipe her phone, but he fought that urge. Margie may have copies elsewhere and she would definitely expose him if he burned her mobile like that.
"Fuck," Jason said with a sigh. "There has to be a way."
It had hardly been a week since Margie had shown him the photos that she had found of him. Jason had thought he was being careful by concealing his face, but that damned tattoo on his hip had given him away. Now she went out of her way to embarrass him; sending him the photos when he was out with his friends, flashing her panties at him whenever she could, and even making lewd comments to him in front of their parents. One time she had even cornered him in the bathroom, made him strip down, get hard, and had him watch while she masturbated.
Jason felt the familiar blush creep up his cheeks with the memory. There was a part of him that didn't want to admit how exciting it had been to stand there while she pleasured herself. He didn't even need to stroke his cock to keep it hard. The most frustrating part was how badly he wanted to reach out and touch her while she did it. He even had to fight the urge to get on his knees and eat her out again.
The sound of Jason's door opening made him jump. He almost slammed his laptop lid closed, but thought better about it. He turned toward his screen, opened his web cam recording software, minimized that window, and began casually typing away.
Margie made her way into the room with little respect for Jason's privacy. She rapped mockingly on the face of his door while she was standing well in his bedroom. The day was hot and dad had refused to turn on the air conditioning, so the house was even hotter. Margie stood there in her customary short skirt, made even shorter by the sweltering humidity of the house. She was also wearing a black striped tank top that complimented her small breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, but the tank top was hiking them up a little bit and making her seem perky. Despite the heat she had her raven locks down, spilling over her damp shoulders.
"Busy, big guy," Margie said playfully, a smirk on her face that Jason didn't catch.
"What do you want," Jason asked. He opened a browser window and started typing.
Margie made her way into the room. Two steps from the doorway and she was behind Jason. She draped her slender wrists over his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. Margie gave Jason a playful squeeze with the insides of her elbows before resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Looking for more material to jerk off to?"
"No," Jason said, sighing.
"Good, because you're going to have a hard time finding anyone that even remotely looks like me."
Jason caught her reflection next to his in the laptop screen as it winked. He ground his teeth again, his jaw shifting hard enough that she had to have felt it pop against her cheek.
Margie didn't miss a beat. She squeezed him tightly and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Jason flinched, tried to pull away from her, and turned to face her.
"What the hell do you want?"
Margie smiled at the question. Bending over more, she arched her back and stuck out her ass, her gaze level with his. Leaning forward, she licked his lips and giggled. Jason reached up to shove her away, but she let go before he did. Instead of sending her reeling, he rolled himself across the room. Margie turned her attention from Jason to his laptop, wiggling her backside as she looked over his browser tabs.
"Boring," she said, shutting each one after a brief scan. She sighed as she closed the window. Jason tried to slide back to her as Margie began opening the programs at the bottom of the screen. He froze when she opened the web cam. Her darkened reflection was replaced with a sudden digital one as the web cam watched her knowingly. Margie tilted her head to the side and the image on the screen did the same. Playfully she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers. There was a brief delay between her action and her reflection's response.
"What's this," Margie asked, her tone light as she stared into her own eyes.
"It's nothing, Margie."
"Oh, don't say such mean things about me," Margie said, "It's obviously 'something' isn't it?"
Jason swallowed.
