Jason couldn't believe the progress that he was making that day. After a few carefully placed emails he had obtained the banking information of three different dullards from the States. He was reviewing their mortgage information and credit card debts, chuckling to himself about how they were going to have a hard time paying back those after he was done with them. When he heard his bedroom door go flying open, he slammed down the lid of his laptop.
"What the fuck," Jason shouted, turning around quickly.
Margie, his older sister, stood in the doorway. In her hand was her mobile phone and on her face was a cheeky grin. She wasn't looking at him, instead she was engrossed with the photo on her phone.
"What the hell are you doing," Jason yelled, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Impressive," Margie said as looked up at him. Jason began to stand up but she just raised her hand. Something about her relaxed pose as she leaned against his door frame made him nervous. Slowly he sat back down and she went back to looking at her phone, swiping her thumb from left to right as she chuckled.
Margie turned the phone's screen toward Jason so he could see it. He had left his glasses on the desk behind him, so he had to lean forward and squint at the photo. Even as blurry as the photo was, he immediately knew what it was. Jason sat up immediately, eyes wide as rivulets of sweat beaded on his forehead.
Margie smirked at his reaction, tossing her black bangs backward with a flick of her head. Jason gripped the arms of his chair as Margie swiped her thumb through the gallery.
"You've gotten big, little guy," Margie said, her tone sickeningly sweet as it poured through her grin.
"Those aren't mine," Jason said, swallowing hard as the blurry images flipped in the corner of his vision. His knuckles were white against the faux leather of his chair.
"Oh, don't be modest," Margie said, taking another look at the photos. She smiled as she flipped through the images quickly. When she stopped, she took the few steps toward Jason and showed him a photo. So close, he could clearly see it was him, standing there naked, with his cock fully erect. He knew when he took the photos that he was pale, but in the photos he looked almost translucent. His lithe frame had very little muscle mass, but that only helped accentuate his massive, throbbing cock.
He thought he had been clever by cutting his face off at the chin. No one on the boards would be able to track him down if he didn't show off more than he had to. Unfortunately, Margie had been more clever than he had. Her finger, its red lacquered nail shining under his bright white bedroom light, tapped on the photo just above his left hip. Below her finger was a small tattoo of a skull and crossbones.
"Eighteenth birthday present. I was there when you got it done, remember," she said, smiling all the same as she lorded over him. As much as his back wanted to straighten out, he had a compelling urge to hunch over as she loomed. His hand tremored violently and shot out to grab the mobile from her. She pulled it away from him and just laughed.
"Now now," Margie said, "Let's not be like that. Plus, we both know that I have more copies lying around here."
"What do you want?"
At first Margie didn't answer him, instead she just flipped through the photos lazily. She draped her other arm under her breasts, cradling them and forcing them into a perkier position. Margie didn't have much of a frame, her body was as light as Jason's and her tits were an A cup with a little room to spare. Where they did differ was her backside. Margie had a nice round bottom. This wasn't much of an issue for most girls, but Margie also had a proclivity for short skirts. Many times Jason had seen Margie's panties peeking out at him because her round backside was barely contained by those mini skirts.
"Well, at first, I thought about how disgusting it was and maybe getting you to pay me not to tell anyone," Margie said. "The more I look at it though, the more I'm calling bullshit on the whole thing."
"What are you talking about," Jason asked.
"There's no way your cock is this big; you had to have photo shopped it or something."
Jason let go of the arm of his chair and his hand tightened into a fist. Margie looked up at him and smiled.
"Nothing personal, of course. It's just impossible that it could be that big. I was think you're just going to have to show me."
Jason stood up suddenly. His heart was racing as the chair slammed into the desk. His legs were quivering, but that didn't change the deep scowl on his face.
"I'm not going to show you my cock," he shouted, his voice cracking on the last word.
