Note: Thank you, Ari for your help and input for this story. Perhaps our paths will cross again sometime even if only online.
Special Thanks to J. Smith and S. Brown as my patient Editors
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This is a work of fiction. No characters or situations were based on real events or persons just an erotic fantasy. If stories of incest, reluctance / non-consent humiliation, drug use and or blackmail are not for you, then this story will not be for you. If you are or have been in any similar situation, especially Blackmail, then please seek the proper authorities for guidance and help.
All Characters are over 18 years of age
Also, Note: Chapter 1 is an introduction, to set up the rest of the story.
Chapter 1 — Sarah's mistake
Sarah Martin could be considered to be an all American wife and daughter. Brought up in a small Midwestern city by strict but loving parents, she excelled in school and married a very good man. Her girl next door looks never failed to turn heads. Her curvy body had always been a source of men hitting on her, but almost all failed. Few new that compliments did little for her, but the chance of humiliation well that was totally different. She appeared in every way a lady, but she had her share of secrets. Her husband of just over a year was in every way a gentleman. And there was the problem for Sarah, in bed she liked it wild and Stan was very mild.
About three months into her marriage, Sarah ran into her former lover Tim Brown. Now Tim was everything than Stan wasn't, which was a big reason why they split up as Sarah could tell that Tim was not headed for the kind of success Sarah's family would expect for her and her husband. Tim did however have one thing going for him. He knew how to satisfy her in bed and what got her really going.
Sarah's husband was working second shift all week, so she thought could sneak around with Tim on the shady side of town. Married for just over a year, the 22-year-old had been seeing her old boyfriend when they could for the past few months. As she stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror, she decided to do some posing. Gradually pulling her silky robe off to reveal her ample breasts, she took a few poses from behind. As she did she took several selfies and emailed to Tim along with a few risqué photos, or at least she thought she had sent them to Tim, until when she opened the reply to one of the raunchier photos, and embarrassingly it came from her dad's younger brother.
Now, Uncle David was in some ways the outcast of the family. He was 5 years younger than Sarah's father, Brad. They shared similar physical looks in that both men stood a stocky 6" 3" and had short brown hair. David had gone into real estate instead of the family construction business
Sarah thought, "OMG how many pics did he see and read?" and "How did he get it?" Looking closer at the monitor she saw she had hit RE button and sent a group messages out by mistake. She had sent it out to Tim, her Uncle David and an old flame named Jacob Smith.
She was mortified that her uncle had read her email to her lover and those slutty pictures, and with the annual family Memorial Day weekend reunion coming up, "maybe I can skip it," she thinks.
After a few strong drinks Sarah read the texts and pictures she had sent and as ashamed and embarrassed as she feels, something deep down inside of her was twitching with the knowledge he has seen her exposed and what he'll do with them made her not only nervous but a little excited, scared and dirty.
David knew he should just delete the pics and tell Sarah to stop doing whatever it is she is doing. Her hubby seems nice, the couple of times he met the guy. But damn, she has a fine body; big breasts and a nice ass begging to be spanked and fucked hard. He finds himself staring at his niece's pictures. Her father would not be happy to know his princess was taking, let alone sending such photos to anyone but her husband. David debated his next move. Reaching into his home desk drawer he gets out his party supply and poured another glass of Jack Daniels.
He takes another drink and then responded with two short lines. "Your parents know what you are? How about that hubby?" Send.
Seeing a new message pop up Dave reads it "Uncle Dave," Sarah asks, her heart pounding. "You're n-not going tell anyone about this? It was a few pictures and chat"
David laughed as he read her reply. "Bull fucking shit, little girl." Send. He ignored her pleas of "nothing happened" and "please don't tell anyone." Finally, at 8:30 pm he sent "We need to talk. Meet me at the Java Hut in 30 minutes. No excuses."
He smiled, wondering if she would show? Then an even more evil thought hit him. He wondered how far he could push this by the reunion. He got to the Java Hut and got a table outside, not close to anyone but not secluded either.
James was getting himself ready for work, making his lunch at the time. Sarah quickly pulled on her jeans and a t-shirt, "Honey, I'm running down to the liquor store for smokes and tequila, love ya, have a good night" she called out as she grabs her keys and got in her car.
Sarah had a hard time not speeding to get to the Java Hut and still needed smokes and better have tequila when James gets home so he doesn't ask questions. Her heart was pounding and Sarah wasn't sure what to expect, popping another Xanax, he'll probably just yell at me, she decided as she pulled in the parking lot.
As he sees her getting out of the car he smiles. Thinking to himself, "Damn she is fine. I am going to Hell for this." He is a little disappointed in her outfit until she begins to walk. "Damn, no bra. bold move," he says to himself, admiring her walk. Her face nervous trying to look casual.
After pleasantries are over and she asked what he wanted, he decides to be truthful and frank. "I want you to stop communicating and seeing this Tim and Jacob."
She nods and agrees. "Sarah, I am serious. You can not see them. Period. Now give me your phone."
Reluctantly she hands it over. "You were taping us, smart move." He turns it off as he then installs a couple of apps and configures them quickly. Then he composes a text to a new number. It reads, "I hope you like these." He hands the phone back. "Pick out 5 of your best pics and attach them and then hit send.'
She is shaking now, but did as told after a little more persuasion, especially the hint of her father finding out.
She is surprised when his phone chirps after she hits send. Dave hands her his phone, "2 SIM cards. From now on send your secret pics here." Her shocked face is priceless. "Yes, i am a bastard, one who knows your secret and is willing to keep it as long as you keep sharing with me. I expect fresh secrets regularly. Like tonight, I want fresh pics of you and whatever you have on under those clothes, no changing. Oh, and by the way, I'm having lunch with your Dad tomorrow." David gives his niece a smug grin.
"wh-what?" Sarah exclaims shocked at the thought "You can't be serious Uncle Dave, I'll stop seeing those two, I get it, I'm sorry" not thinking he really wanted her to send him pervy pictures of herself.
The waiter came by stopping our conversation or so Sarah thought. He is a tall young man with dark hair and eyes. He name tag says Danny, assistant manager. It was a moment that would define him and forever change his relationship with Sarah. Regardless of how this eventually turned out, she would never look or think of him the same way. He should have walked away, no harm no foul but instead, he doubled down.
"Cock teases like you are always sorry when your bluffs are called. I have seen it plenty of times and you my dear, I plan on ensuring learn a lesson or two." He held the phone in his hand, in full view, like he was about to open the emails she had just sent. He sips his coffee, black. None of the crap so popular now, just straightforward. Like he was doing now.
"Tomorrow, your Dad and I will be discussing the reunion. The house and cabins will be crowded, as you know. So I am going to suggest something about the local hotels."
