This is a work of fiction. All Characters are over eighteen years of age.
Almost two A.M. Matthew parked his Lexus in the underground garage and took the private elevator to his penthouse apartment. The twenty-eight year old fixed himself a drink at the bar while taking in his magnificent view. Matt had had a run of incredible luck investing and was now a multi-millionaire.
He checked his watch, his sister would be here soon. Matt was blackmailing her. Megan was twenty one but she still lived with their parents, she was the family's problem child. Matt had bailed her out of her latest mess on one condition; she always had to stay overnight at his place instead of drinking and driving. Matt would pay her Uber and she could sleep it off in his spare room.
While on the surface this looked innocent and even the responsible thing to do, once Megan was in his apartment she was his. The part of the agreement no one else knew about was sexual. Matt wasn't going to sleep with his sister, he had a fiancee, after all. Megan had... boyfriend
s
, to put it nicely. No, he wasn't going to catch a disease or risk prison for incest, life was too good. But, there were other pleasures.
Matt's penthouse was state of the art of course, there were tiny cameras and microphones in every room. All run from his tablet. When Megan stayed over, she knew what to do. Ah, here she was now, cameras showing her in the elevator. Matt hurried excitedly into the Master bedroom.
He slaved the tablet to the big screen TVs covering the walls, his sister was just getting off the elevator, looking wasted. She stumbled into the kitchen and raided the fridge for a bottle of water, chugged it, then went down the hall to her special guest room. Matt had put extra cameras everywhere in that room, every move Megan made showed up sharp and clear on his huge flat-screens.
Megan was platinum blonde, down to her eyelashes, with a zaftig-type figure, a bit overstuffed. Tonight she was wearing one of her club outfits, sleazy stuff that needed to be worn commando. Once in her room she shimmied out of her dress and crawled naked into the bed. Drunk Megan was almost always also Horny Megan. Even if she'd gotten lucky at the bar she'd still masturbate before falling asleep.
Megan knew about the cameras. She'd grown up with her big brother, she knew what a pervert he was. He'd been trying to sneak peeks at her since she got breasts. Well after a rather big mistake involving lawyers that she'd rather her parents not know about, she'd gone to her big brother.
Matt's money made bad things vanish, her end of the bargain had been negotiated without lawyers. Private negotiations. He'd been quite clear; she really had nothing he wanted in return for his help, nothing anyone could know about, that was.
He wanted her to jack herself off for him. She really had no choice, and it wasn't as if he wanted to fuck her. She'd be 'petting her kitty' anyway before she fell asleep, he knew that much about her from growing up in a house with thin walls.
In her room, Megan stretched out on the bed, pointing her toes, pulling her hands over her head, making her chest look higher and tighter. Megan's skin was alabaster pale except for her rosy pink nipples, standing up proudly.
In the master bedroom Matt had gotten naked and was on his king-sized bed. He was stroking his growing erection as he watched Megan. He'd fantasized about fucking her of course, this was almost as good. It didn't matter to him if she knew he was watching, he got off on the power. On having that hold over her that made her do these perverted things just for him.
Megan had piled pillows against the headboard, now she leaned back and spread her legs. She placed her feet sole to sole, making her shaved pussy gape wide. She was wet already as usual, Megan loved sex, hot guys
and
gals got her moist, and there had been plenty at the club.
She leaned back and wiggled her shoulders into the pillows, making her tits shimmy slightly. Her white-blonde hair framed her fair features, her cupid's-bow lips were pursed, her huge blue eyes closed at the moment. Megan was tracing the curves of her breasts, hefting them, enjoying their feel before circling close to those perky pink nipples.