$ Anna: “Hey, how do I get past this door? Didn’t I already get the key?”
She is stuck on one of the levels of Ori, a video game I had brought to our family’s vacation home. No one wanted to play besides me for several days until now when she suddenly shows an interest. I’m just happy that the games I brought are getting some more use. It also gives me a nice reason to sit near her for a while.
$ Win: “I think you have to go back, and drop down. There’s a whole area you didn’t explore.”
I get up from the couch to grab a drink. No one else is around today. It makes it easy to secretly snap another quick picture of her with my phone as I walk back. I admit I have a bit of an infatuation with her, even though I know I shouldn’t. I would never act. It’s just fun to think about, and something to remember her by. Forbidden fruit at its finest.
I offer to help her get back on track in the game, but she finds her own way. I watch her play, and some time passes. A short while later she puts down the controller.
$ Anna: ” I need to talk to you. I know you’ve been taking a lot of pictures of me and I think that’s pretty messed up.”
My stomach sinks. I feel sweaty. Both of us are just staring at the TV. I start to explain and dispute it, but she cuts me off immediately.
$ Anna: “Just listen. I need to come clean about something and then I want to ask you a question, is that okay? ”
$ Win: “… Okay.”
$Anna: “You left your laptop out last night, and I searched through the whole thing. I did this because I know you’re taking pictures of me, but I still shouldn’t have. Anyway, I found the hidden folder of me. You even have a lot of photos I deleted from facebook, and creepy pictures from last summer too.”
I feel sick. I don’t even know what to say back. I hid that folder well enough to avoid people stumbling into it by accident, but it turns out she ran an image search on the whole drive, and even turned on the option to display hidden files. I’m really no match for her at this point. She probably even saw the ones of her sleeping, or the underwater one I managed to get from the pool. DAMN IT! I barely ever even looked at this stupid crap and now what is it going to cost me?
Surprisingly, she picks the controller back up and resumes playing.
$ Anna: “Why do you do it? I just want to know.”
$ Win: “Well, I… I don’t know. I think you’re very pretty. It’s a senseless thing I’ve been doing, and I’m sorry. You’re my cousin so I know it could never happen, maybe that’s why. I’ll delete everything.”
$ Anna: “PLEASE DO, BUT THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!”
Yelling, she tosses the controller, and glares at me. She stands up and leans in at me, almost close enough to touch my nose with hers. I can smell her breath. I feel like my world is crashing down. I might as well resign to my grave if this gets out.
$ Anna: “There’s NO way I can be sure you’ll delete everything. Maybe you have back-ups, or already posted it somewhere.”
$ Win: “I didn’t…”
Again, she sits back down, picks up the controller, and keeps playing the game.
$Anna: “Listen. I don’t care if you want to keep pictures of me. I mean, I get it. I jill off or whatever the fuck you want to call it to certain people too, and look at stuff like that. Just don’t make them obviously creepy and don’t keep them in some stupid hidden folder that’s going to ruin the family if it gets found… I’ve been thinking about this. We can make this right again, but I need some insurance from you. I have a plan.”
It turns out she does have a plan, or should I call it payback… I can’t do better than simply promise I won’t spread creepy pictures of her, so she is going to take pictures of me as well. Basically, blackmail is her “plan”. Still, words defy how glad I am that this misadventure isn’t going to get out further than just us. There is only one problem though: Hearing her request that I let her take incriminating pictures of me has sort of… given me a boner. I do my best to not let it show.
$ Win: “Yeah. I’m okay with that. It makes sense. So…”
$ Anna: “Then go upstairs and take off your clothes.”
$ Win: “What? Now?”
She saves the game and turns it off. I guess that is my answer. I hustle upstairs. Fuck, this is making me way too hard. I head to the bedroom we’re using and strip down to my boxers. I’m biting my tongue hard trying to ignore the stupid dick that got me into this mess in the first place. I guess I don’t have time. I tuck my member between my legs as best as possible. Anna appears with her phone.
$ Anna: “Take off your undies.”
$ Win: “I have to be naked?”
$ Anna: “You should be thanking me. You’re clearly in the wrong here taking pervy pictures of your so-called younger cousin. Do you want me to bring this up with the others? Because that is your other choice.”
$ Win: “I get it, ok, but…”
I pull down my boxers. I can’t help but show her my raging hard cock hopelessly squashed between my legs. She busts out laughing at the sight.
$ Anna: “HAHAHAHA! Are you SERIOUS? You’re hard right now? Are you fucking enjoying this? Hahaha! Jesus Christ, Win. Okay, okay, sorry, haha.”
I shrug, awkwardly, and briefly cover my dick so that I can let it out without it springing forward like a jack-in-the-box. God knows how long she’d laugh at me then. Having actual naked pictures of me seems even worse than what I had saved of her, but I guess the situation has become unbalanced.
$ Anna: “Go into the bathroom. Get in the shower. I’m going to hit you with cold water and make that dick of yours go down. You’d probably just brag about this photo otherwise.”
Well, I get in. She’s smirking the whole time and has me sit down before turning on the water. I’m just following directions at this point. This sucks. She immediately turns the water on full-blast, full-cold.
$ Win: “AW FUCK! FUCK AHH ahh ahh…. shhhhhh…..”
$ Anna: “Haha, sorry Win. It’s for your own good. Haha!”
A minute later, I’m shivering. The only thing that has died down is Anna’s smirk, because this boner is apparently going nowhere. She sighs discontentedly.
$ Anna: “Eh, I guess we’ll just have to do it like this. Are you ready?”
$ Win: “A-any time n-now.”
She points her phone at me and touches the screen. She keeps standing there with the phone’s camera pointed at me.
$ Win: “Did you take it?”
Her smirk re-appears. She keeps standing there. I guess this means she is taking a video, not a picture.
$ Anna: “Repeat after me. My name is Win and I like to take perverted creepshots of my family and jerk off to them. I’m a loser.”
$ Win: “My name is Win and I like to take perverted creepshots of my family and jerk off to them. I’m a loser.”
She touches her phone again, and plays back the video a couple of times. I turn the cold water off myself.
$ Anna: “I don’t like it. It’s still not embarrassing enough. You could call it a prank. I want you to piss on yourself and say it again.”
$ Win: “What the fuck? Isn’t-”
$ Anna: “NO! I’m telling you what to do right now. You’re going to give me this and then we are going to be square, ok?”
$ Win: “… Look, I can’t pee if I’m erect.”
$ Anna: “Yes you can.”
$ Win: “NO, I can’t! A lot of men can’t! Look it the fuck up.”
I gesture for her to look at the phone so she can look it up. This is so messed up. She wants me to piss myself and videotape it? This is going too far. It’s so crazy I can’t think straight. I’m also throbbing down there for some dumb reason and can’t let this feeling in my dick go. I didn’t expect to be videotaped or forced to say something like that. She stops looking at the phone and pockets it. Then, she thinks for a minute, saying nothing. It’s making me even more uncomfortable.
$ Anna: “Stay there. Don’t say anything.”
I hear her go downstairs and come back up. She brought a plastic cup from the kitchen, and she sets it down. She unbuttons the front of her jeans and slides the zipper down. Looking right at me, she pulls her jeans down to her knees and brings each leg up and out. She takes off her socks, drops them onto her jeans and kicks the pile over to the far corner. Her panties are solid black, with no frills.
$ Anna: “Remember this, at least, if you can’t have the pictures you want.”
Oh my god. I don’t know what is happening or if I should make her stop. She puts her thumbs under the elastic of her panties. Precum begins to boil out of my dick. A single drop runs down my shaft. She notices, and then locks eyes back with me again. Her face looks relaxed, emotionless. Anna pulls down her panties and lifts her legs out the same way. She turns around, ass facing me, and tosses her panties into the same pile. All she has on now is her shirt.
She pours water from the faucet into the cup and takes a sip. I think even if I saw her entirely naked sometime earlier, I wouldn’t be as overwhelmed as I am now. I want to stop trying to get my dick to go down and just masturbate as hard as possible while Anna watches. I want to cum in front of her. I want to cum on her. I want to cum IN her. All of those occasional fantasies I had while looking at those photos come rushing back. She is pants-less right in front of me, forcing me to demean myself naked on the floor of this shower.
$ Anna: “Have a good look.”
She places one foot up on top of the toilet seat so that her pussy is in full view. She has her water and drinks it slowly, taking sip after sip. This is torturous. I am somehow in heaven and hell at the same time. A minute passes as she finishes the water. I do as she says, and I burn this image of her into my mind to keep forever. After taking the last sip of water, she leans toward the shower and spits it at my face.
Anna brings her foot down and steps into the shower over top of me. She brings the cup between her legs, and winces a little before her face relaxes again. I hear drops hitting the inside of the cup. Soon, she is pissing a torrent into it. She isn’t squatting or even making a convincing effort to get all of her piss into the cup. Spritzes of pee land everywhere, including on me as they shoot out of her and bounce off the cup. A stream of urine flows down her left leg. The wetness runs along my thigh towards the shower drain. I cross my arms tightly as if trying to restrain myself.
$ Anna: “Hold this.”
She hands me the cup and steps out of the shower, not caring about the small puddle of pee her feet leave on the floor. She squats down near her pile of clothes and pulls her phone from her jeans pocket. Drops of pee occasionally continue to fall from her. She stands back up with the phone pointed at me and already recording.
$ Anna: “Repeat after me. My name is Win and I am a creepy loser who takes perverted pictures of my family and jerks off to them.”
$ Win: “My name is Win and I am a creepy loser who takes perverted pictures of my family and jerks off to them.”
$ Anna: “I am now going to dunk my hands in my own piss and use it to jerk off.”
$ Win: “I am now going to dunk my hands in my own piss and use it to jerk off.”
I guess she doesn’t care about being heard on this video, or maybe she’ll edit the audio. She makes a jerking-off motion with her hand and points the phone closer at me. I… I do as she says. I dunk one hand in the hot piss and then the other. I rub my dick with my hands to cover it, and start beating off on the cold shower floor. Anna is motionless. She is resting her elbow against the side of the shower to stabilize the footage she is shooting. I suppose she plans on recording to the very end.
I dunk my hands again and keep beating off. It is difficult to get comfortable at all. The smell is starting to get strong. I stare back at her. She moves her legs slightly ajar, probably to give me a better view. My hands start moving twice as fast on their own. She smirks. I touch myself with one hand and then the other as I writhe around trying to get comfortable. I take the cup and pour more of the urine over my dick and balls. I begin to move it up my chest a little. It’s burning hot compared to the shower floor.
$ Anna: “Save a little piss. You’re going to have to drink it soon.”
At this point I wouldn’t be surprised at anything she tells me to do. Even with full view of her lower half, I can’t help but imagine her without her shirt on. I wish I could pull her onto the shower floor with me by her nipples. I stroke my cock faster and unconsciously begin making wimpy moans as I can feel the cum drawing closer.
$ Anna: “Drink it.”
She videotapes me drinking the last bit of urine. It makes me gag, but I try to keep going. Anna turns on the shower. Full blast, full cold. She truly is a bitch.
$ Anna: “Cum. You’re not getting out until you do.”
My eyes are tearing up, but it’s entirely lost in the falling icy water. I sit up, using my back to shield myself from as much of the water as I can. Hunched over, I masturbate slower for a moment and pull at my balls, trying to get myself turned on enough to finish this. I stare straight at Anna’s eyes and beat it as hard as I can. I notice she is biting her lip. This could be enough to bring me over the edge.
$ Win: “UHHHH- UHHHHHHHN”
I feel it. The sperm I wish I could drive into every one of Anna’s holes erupts hopelessly against the side of the shower, and then large globs pulse out and down my shaft, then over my hand. I’m breathing heavily, lying down and staring at the ceiling. She must have turned off the water as I was cumming. It’s covering me in a sticky wet mix. The phone passes over me as she moves in for close-ups. She brings the phone up to my face, and with her other hand grabs my arm and slaps my cum covered hand into my own face. She taps the phone.
$ Anna: “Thanks! That will do. I’m going to keep this very safe. I’ll encrypt it. If it ever gets out though I’m sure it’ll spread like wildfire, haha. Don’t take any more secret pictures. If you have to, just ask me. Help me with that game later, okay?”
$ Win: “… Okay. Will do.”
She places a fresh towel up on the rack and unboxes a new bar of soap. I lay motionless in the shower. She turns it back on. Anna gathers her things and wipes up the floor a little before leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind her. The water is warm.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6plagq/cousin_found_my_hidden_pictures_of_her
Hi! This is my first OC story. I was compelled to try creative erotic writing for my own enjoyment, but wanted to share and find out what others thought too.
I decided to try leaving the physical descriptions of the characters ambiguous so the reader can substitute in any character or person they want to think about in their mind. Their names don’t really matter. I also wanted to break the dialogue out from the rest of the writing. Anna speaks in a somewhat mature way, but the age difference is also non-specific.
I hope this works ok! A simple idea turned into something way longer than I thought it would.