Blackmailing Amber (incest, dubcon)

Ben couldn’t believe what Charles had texted him. And he still wouldn’t, if it wasn’t for the slight fact that his friend had sent actual photos, irrefutable evidence to back his claims.

So, it was true. The cogs in his brain started spinning like crazy, until he arrived at a sinister plan of action. He smiled and got out of bed.

One door down from his was Amber’s room. His sister’s. Her door still had pony and rainbow stickers on it, and five different colored letters, forming her name.

She was such a sweet, innocent girl. Well, sweet to everyone except Ben. Even though she was younger, she was always a total bitch to her brother. Ratting him out to their parents when he stepped out of line, bad-mouthing him to every girl in town. Their mom and dad considered her the perfect child, a sweet little angel, but Ben always suspected it was all a charade. And now he had proof.

He twisted the knob and pushed the door open without knocking. Amber was sitting at her desk, watching something on her computer screen. She turned her head to see him.

“Hey, douchebag, don’t they knock where you come from? I could be naked in here!”

He didn’t speak. He walked to her bed and lied down on it, without even bothering to take his shoes off.

“Are you deaf as well as stupid? What do you think you’re doing? Get out of my room!”

“Chill, Amber,” he said calmly. “We need to talk.”

“We don’t need to do anything. You need to get the fuck out!” She was practically yelling at this point. “Or do you want me to go get dad?”

“You see, Charles was at the Pink Pussycat last night,” he continued, ignoring her. It was like a switch was thrown. She immediately stopped talking and sat back in her chair.

“The… the Pink Pussycat? What’s that?”

He smiled. “Oh, I think you know what it is, judging by the fact that you calmed down and you aren’t threatening to get dad anymore. But, just to refresh your memory, the Pink Pussycat is a strip club downtown. And as I was saying, Charles was there last night, and guess who he saw there, working.”

“Who?” she said.

“This girl over here,” he showed her the picture in his phone. It was her, topless on stage.

“I… I can explain.” Her voice was as soft as a whisper now.

“Oh, you don’t need to. I get it, I really do. Your work at the store isn’t paying enough, and you’re saving money to move out. And you objectively have a hot body, so you thought, what’s the harm in displaying it for money.”

She was speechless, perhaps for the first time in her life.

“You see,” he continued, “I’m a modern guy, I don’t have a problem with my sister exposing herself to strangers. It’s a service you provide, and you get paid for it. Capitalism.”

She appeared momentarily relieved, and that’s when he went for the kill shot.

“It’s just I’m not sure if dad would see things this way.”

Her eyes went wide. “D-dad? You can’t tell dad, Ben. He’ll throw me out. He’ll kill me!”

“You know something, I think he might. Don’t worry, I won’t tell him. But my silence isn’t free.”

She brought her eyebrows together. “Oh, that’s all this is about. How much?”

“What, money? I don’t need money, I make enough from my work, and I don’t even have to work nights.”

If she understood the snide remark, she didn’t show any sign of it. “Then, what?”

“First of all, you stop being a bitch to me right now. You don’t ever tell on me again, and you start behaving like a good little sister.”

“That’s all? Done.”

“I said ‘first of all’, silly.”

“Okay. What else?”

“I want to see.”

“You want to see what?”

“I want yo see you dancing.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? I want to see you dancing.”

“Fuck off, pervert! I’m not dancing for you.”

“Why not? I could come into the club and see you along with everyone else. You can shake your titties at everyone at the club, but you can’t dance for your big brother?”

“Well, yeah. It’s weird.”

“Well, tough. I don’t care if it’s weird, you’re doing it.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You seem to be under the impression that you have a choice,” he said sternly. “It’s simple, you either do it, or I’m telling dad.”

She seemed like she was arguing in her head about it. After several seconds she looked back at him. “Okay,” she said, defeated.

“I knew you’d see it my way,” he smiled. He took his phone out and found some appropriate music. “Oh, and you might want to lock the door, I don’t think you’d like mom to walk in on us, would you?”

Visibly angry, she went over and did as he said. Then, moving back to the center of the room, she started swaying to the music playing from his phone speaker.

He had to admit, his sister had really grown into her body. Her breasts were filling out her top rather nicely, and her milky thighs looked good enough to eat. He sat back on the bed to enjoy the show.

She must have been working at the club for quite a while, he thought, because she really did have moves. Watching her shake her shapely ass from side to side, he started having ideas. It was his intention just to humiliate her, show her who’s the boss, but now…

“Do you dance at the club with your clothes on?” he said, impatiently. “Take your shirt off!”

“But I’m not wearing a bra underneath!”

“So? Remember, I have already seen your boobs in the photos Charles sent me, and so have all the creepy men that frequent the strip club.”

“Hrmph! Fine!” She pulled her top off, letting her juggs jiggle around as she did. She tried, half-heartedly, to cover as much of them as she could, but soon she abandoned that effort. Wow, he thought, they were even bigger than he imagined, and bigger than they appeared in the photo.

“Yes, yes… now, the skirt.”

She seemed like she was going to protest it, but she didn’t. She just sighed and slid her mini skirt off. Unfortunately, she was wearing panties. That’s ok, he just had to be patient. After all, the panties were on the skimpy side, and he pretty much could admire every square inch of her well-toned ass as she kept dancing.

“You’re pretty good at that, Amber.”

“Thanks,” she said, her face expressionless.

Ben sat up on the bed.

“So, do you also give lap dances?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

He smiled. “Guess.”

“Oh no no no. The deal was for me to dance for you, not give you a lap dance.”

“The deal was for you to be nice to me. Or I can go and call dad…”

“God! Ok!”

She approached him and started grinding against him. Wearing only her thong panties, rubbing her thighs on his lap, and her chest on his. He was getting an erection, but either she didn’t notice, or she pretended not to.

She had her eyes closed, probably in order to avoid looking at him. But he couldn’t resist anymore. He reached out and squeezed one of her magnificent globes.

Her eyes opened suddenly in a panic. “What are you doing there? No touching!”

He pulled his hand away “I couldn’t help it, sis. They are so juicy…”

“I know they are, you creep.”

“You mean to tell me that the patrons at the club never touch them?”

“They try, that’s what the bouncers are there for.”

Ben looked around. “I don’t see any bouncers here.” He put his hand back on her tit and squeezed even harder. “Do I have to tell you what will happen if you don’t let me?” he asked before she had a chance to speak again.

Those boobs felt even better than they looked. He was now full-on playing with his sister’s hooters, mauling them, pushing them together, flicking the nipples. She had her eyes closed again, and whenever she opened them she glared at him. Other than that, though, she seemed to have accepted her lot.

More than accepted, in fact. From time to time, she let out a slight, almost inaudible moan. Her inner slut had taken over, and she was enjoying it. Probably not as much as he did, but still.

“Very nice… now, get up and take those panties off.”

“W-what? My panties? But I only dance topless.”

He didn’t even speak. He just gave her a look, a look that said ‘take those panties off or else’, and that was enough. She got up from his lap and moved back to the center of the room, her back turned to him.

She put her hands inside the elastic of her underwear and slid it off, bending at the waist as she did. At the lowest point, her puffy cunt peaked through the gap between her legs. Was it glistening? Was this slut wet from grinding on her brother and having him grope her?

Well, Ben absolutely was horny, and that was the reason that he needed her to get of him, apart from his desire to see his sister completely naked that is. He pulled his shorts down and whipped his cock out, giving it some much-needed breathing room.

She was still facing away, shaking her ass. He took his cock in his hand and started stroking it, up and down. Oh, that felt good. He closed his eyes.

“Ben, what – what are you doing? Why is your cock out?”

He opened his eyes to see that she had turned around and stopped dancing. “What does it seem like? You’ve made me hard with your moves, and I’m trying to relieve some pressure.”

“B-but I’m your sister.”

“You and I may know that, but this fellow right here is unaware of that fact, sis. Oh, that feels so good. Keep dancing.”

“No! That’s too far! Get out!” She was talking to him, but her gaze seemed to be transfixed at his member.

“Ok,” he said, and grabbed his phone from his side. He unlocked it.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it seem like? I’m making a call.”

“To – to whom?”

“Who do you think?”

“Okay, okay! Stop!” She started dancing again.

“Okay, but you better not disobey me again. This was your last warning.”

“Okay…”

“Tell me, Amber, do you provide ummm, other services for the men that come into the club?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you suck any cock, or stuff like that?”

“No! Never!”

“That’s a shame… you know, there’s a lot more money in sucking cock than just dancing.”

“Whatever.”

“Tell you what, I will help you with that. Come and try sucking mine.”

She opened her mouth but closed it again without speaking, obviously having remembered his previous warning.

“Come on, you knew where this was heading. Get on your knees and start.”

Utterly defeated, she approached him and sank to her knees. Hesitantly, she reached out and took his cock in her hand. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back to enjoy her attentions.

She leaned over it and opened her mouth. “I don’t believe I’m going to suck my brother’s cock…” she said, and at that moment he took advantage and pushed her head down, jamming his manhood inside.

“Oh, yeah… that’s the ticket!” he said, feeling the wetness and warmth of her mouth. He kept getting harder, and bigger, and he had a gleeful smile on his face.

“Not so bitchy now, are you… slut?” He didn’t want to just humiliate her anymore. He wanted to humiliate her and fuck the shit out of her. He would have his revenge, and he would come, too. He grabbed her head and started pumping his meat inside it like he was fucking a cunt. She growled in protest, but he didn’t let up. That felt so good.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock. “Okay, that’s enough foreplay. It’s time to get fucked, whore!”

“Yes, Ben,” she said meekly. All the fight had gone out of her. Silently, she stood up and bent over on the chair, presenting him with her holes.

After slapping her ass a couple of times, he lined up his cock with his sister’s pussy and pushed inside. It went in with surprising ease, the bitch was already soaking wet. That only made him bolder, and he started pumping it, then slamming it, and in the end he was practically jackhammering it. It had been months since he had been laid, and the naughtiness of rogering his own sister only added to his arousal.

Then, another idea formed itself in his mind. The final nail in the coffin of her degradation. He pulled his cock out, wet with her pussy juices, and poked her back door. He was met with some resistance, but he pushed in hard, and before she even knew it, he had his dick lodged in her asshole.

“Ouch! Ben, that’s my ass!”

“Don’t you think I know that, silly?” He pushed another inch inside.

“But… but… I’ve never been fucked back there.”

“Even better, you stupid whore. Who better to take your virgin asshole than your older brother?” Another inch inside.

She was obviously in pain, and she started wailing. Now, he didn’t want his mom or dad to come asking what all the commotion was about, so he pushed her head on the pillows, and proceeded to fuck her ass in earnest.

Slowly, her sphincter loosened up, and he was having an easier time buggering his sister. But he didn’t ease up on her. He was going faster, harder, deeper. At last, he felt he was about to come.

He pulled out and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back violently. Like she knew what he wanted, she opened her mouth wide and he shoved his cock inside, straight from her ass. She winced, probably from the taste.

“From now on, you’re mine, slut. Whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want.” He looked down at her, and he saw that she had tears in her eyes. He didn’t know if they were from the pain, the taste, or the humiliation, and he didn’t care. He was about to release his load.

Which he did. Deep into his sister’s mouth. With a loud groan, he emptied his balls inside, and the little bitch swallowed every last drop.

“That was adequate, whore,” he said with a sigh when he was done. “Now, who do you belong to?”

“To you, Ben,” she answered with her eyes downcast.

“That’s right. Now, get dressed and go make me a sandwich.” He gave her a slap on the ass.

The future looked bright for Ben.

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