Video Blackmailing My Sister Pt. 03

There was a few moments of silence as I lay there next to Elizabeth. I really enjoyed being close to her, but I had made an agreement with her so I was going to leave her alone for the rest of the day.

“You know, I really love you Elizabeth,” I said, “and if you weren’t my sister I would defo go all out to make you my girlfriend.”

“What? You fucking moron! Do you really think that’s what I want to hear from you?”

“I’m not trying to say things I think you want to hear,” I said, “I just want you to know that I think you’re amazing.”

“What, by blackmailing me and forcing me to do things I don’t want to do? I’m your sister for fuck sake! I could never be your girlfriend even if I wanted to! Everything about this is wrong.”

“Yeah… well.” I said pausing, not really knowing what else to say. I knew she was right. But my desire for her was so much stronger than my remorse or self control, even though I did feel bad.

“Well, we did make an agreement, so I’m going to leave you alone now.” I said. Elizabeth looked at me with a surprised expression on her face.

I kissed her on the cheek, stood up and walked out of the room, my cock now almost flaccid.

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For the rest of the afternoon I played on my X-Box, but I found it very difficult to focus, with thoughts of my sister flooding my head constantly. There was definitely a pattern. First I felt repulsed at what I had done, then guilty and then remorseful. But within minutes of feeling remorse, I would remember the sensation of touching her, of kissing her, her tongue in my mouth, my hands holding her head, the smell of her shampoo, the silkiness of her amazing hair, her beautiful breasts and oh… the taste of her vagina! And, of course, the amazing feeling of being inside her!

Oh well, I’ve done it now, there is no going back.

I left Elizabeth alone for the rest of the evening and went to bed at 10pm, excited that I had set my alarm for 8am… a shockingly early time, but one I couldn’t wait for. I couldn’t sleep for half an hour or so, but before I knew it, the alarm went of. It was 8am.

The sudden realisation of why I had set my alarm caused me to jump out of bed excitedly. My cock was already at full attention, but I decided to have a quick shower, so I at least had a clean body. And anyway, today I wanted a blowjob and to feel my sister’s gorgeous long silky hair all over my stomach whilst she did it. So I wanted to be nice and clean for her.

I dried myself and started to put some clothes on.

“What an earth am I doing?” I asked myself. “What’s the point?”

So I stopped and turned and walked to my door, naked. I quietly opened my door and tip-toed across the hall to my sister’s room. “What is up with me today?” I thought. “There’s no-one here! duh!” I opened the door slowly and walked in. Her room was dark and I couldn’t really see her very well, but I assumed she was still asleep. I started walking over to her bed with the intention of getting straight into bed with her, when…

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, startling me. I stopped.

“You’re awake?”

“Yes of course. I knew you were coming, so how could I relax?” she said sitting up and pulling back one curtain, momentarily blinding me.

“Yeah, good point, sorry.” I said blinking from the light.

“Listen,” she said, “this isn’t going to stop is it?”

“What isn’t?”

“You wanting me. You blackmailing me.” she said.

“Well, honestly, no I guess not.”

She paused and took a deep breath. “Ok, I thought that would be the answer. So I’ve got a proposal for you.”

“Ok, I’m listening.” I said, surprised and very interested in what she had to say.

Elizabeth was shaking. “I have a fetish,” she said, ” and no-one knows except Samantha. She was the girl I was with when you came home on Friday.”

“Oh, your girlfriend?” I said sarcastically.

“No, she’s not my girlfriend. I’m not into girls. Well, not really, we were just ‘experimenting’. She came over to, ermmm, play! You see, we found out that we’ve both got similar fetish’s. She’s the only person that knows because I can trust her. And she understands because she likes it too.”

“Ok, but what is it?”

“She doesn’t see a problem with it and thinks it’s all normal. But I don’t. I don’t want anyone to know.”

Elizabeth was looking down at her lap. The was a few seconds silence.

I jumped in. “Look I’m sorry. I would have thought I was the last person you want to tell!”

“Well, yes you are. But then again… maybe not!” she said looking up at me, “because, even though you are being a complete bastard to me, I realised that I can trust you with it, especially now.”

I was starting to get confused.

“Sooooo,” she continued, “if I tell you my fetish and you do it for me, with me, then I will do your fetish with you, which is me. You see ironically, this could work out. I get something that makes this whole horrible situation a bit better for me. And you, you get to have, ermmm, me, at least a bit more willingly!”

Bloody hell, I didn’t see that one coming! This sounded amazing, especially her doing the ‘your fetish with you, which is me’ bit. But then I didn’t know what kind of fetish she had and it sounded kind of scary. I wasn’t particularly experienced sexually and hadn’t experimented that much, just mainly vanilla sex. She was three years older than me and had probably done all kinds of weird stuff.

“Ok, but I need to know what it is.” I said.

“Weeeellll,” she said looking me in the eyes, “I like S&M and bondage. And roll pay.”

“Oh” was all I could think to say.

She continued. “I mainly like to give it, Samantha mainly likes to receive it, so it works really well for us. But like I said, I’m not really into girls, it is the ‘play’ that I like, so there was always something missing for me. I really want to do this with a guy, but I’m too afraid to tell anyone. So how can I find a guy that’s into this stuff?”

“Aha, I see.” I said with the penny dropping.

“And then my fucked up brother rapes me…”

“I didn’t!” I quickly protested.

“ok, blackmails me into having sex with him, and suddenly, weirdly I have found a guy! How fucked up is that?! I mean, we’ve already crossed the forbidden barrier, thanks to you! So, why not go further so that I now get something out of this too? And you know what, I am really angry with you for blackmailing me, forcing me, for giving me no choice. But actually, I wasn’t grossed out with the incest part. I don’t know why I wasn’t but I wasn’t.”

I stood there looking at her, not knowing what to say. I was shocked.

She continued. “So, I want to tie you up, and spank you, and humiliate you, and abuse and tease you. And maybe sometimes you do it to me too. But we have to have a code word in case we get scared or it goes too far – we MUST have total trust in each other. And seeing as you’ve already had sex with me, your own sister, I’m guessing my secret will stay safe!”

I stayed silent. Truth is I was gobsmacked!!

“So?” she said. “What do you think?”

I didn’t really like the sound of being humiliated or spanked, but bloody hell, if this gave me full complicit access to my sister, I am IN! I started smiling. “Fuck yeah!!” I said.

“Really?” she said.

“Yes really. You will need to start off slow though and teach me. But yes, I’m definitely up for it.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Ok, well maybe this will work out after all then.”

We looked at each other for a few seconds before Elizabeth got out of her bed and stood in front of me. She was wearing her light cyan coloured nightie which fell all the way to her ankles, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She was fucking gorgeous and my cock hardened even more. She reached up to her head and very quickly twisted her long hair into a bun before reaching for a hair tie and securing it into place. She walked over to her chest of drawers and opened the bottom drawer. Reaching into the back she lifted something up and pulled out a small bag.

“Ok brother dear, I’m guessing you came to my room for a reason. You want some of me huh? You want some of your sister? Fucking pervert!”

I didn’t know what to say. She had suddenly switched, like someone with a split personality. What the fuck?!?

Elizabeth pulled out her chair and put it into the centre of her room, still holding the small bag.

“Sit down.” she demanded.

I looked at her a little bewildered.

“Sit down, I won’t ask again” she said.

I was very excited but somewhat nervous and suddenly I felt very exposed standing there naked with a full blown erection. I had never seen my sister like this before. I sat down.

Elizabeth opened the zipper on the bag and removed a pair of hand cuffs, placing the bag onto her table.

“Hands behind you.” she again demanded.

“Hang on a minute,” I said, “have we started? I mean is this part of your fetish?”

“Give me a code word?” Elizabeth said sharply.

“Oh, ermm, ‘incest'” I said nervously.

“Don’t be stupid,” she said, “we are not using THAT word! How about, um, ‘taboo’?”

“Ok, yes. Taboo.”

“Right,” she said standing behind me, “now let me have your hands.”

I put my hands behind my back, across the back of the chair and felt the cold ridge of one hand cuff wrap around my left hand. It clicked shut. Then I felt my hand being pulled to the right and after a bit of manipulation, the hand cuff was locked onto my right hand. I went to move my hands away from my back, but they wouldn’t move. Elizabeth had entwined the hand cuffs into the back of the chair, so I was fixed in place.

Elizabeth walked away leaving me sitting there, naked. She walked out of her room and closed the door behind her. Oh fuck, I’m tied up! Is she just going to leave me? Is this payback? Was this all just a ploy to get her own back?

I sat there silently, listening intently for any indication as to what was happening. I thought I could hear Elizabeth moving around, but I wasn’t sure. I looked around her room. Was there a camera? Had she planned all of this?

The door opened and Elizabeth walked back in. “So, you thought you could come in here and rape me again huh?!” Elizabeth said loudly.