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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Sis On Tape - 2 of 4 (mF, Voy, Inc)
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<RP>"Sis On Tape" by Bernard Sagon 2/4 (mF, Voy, Inc)


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SIS ON TAPE
By Bernard Sagon.
Copyright 1999 - all rights reserved.
(Part 2 of 4)

She finally left the room.  I listened to her walk down the
stairs and heard the front door close.  The engine of her
car came to life, and the sounds soon told me that she had
backed out into the street and left.  I got up and peeked
out the window just to make sure.  The driveway was clear.
I was alone.

I was also starving.  I had lost whatever food was in me the
day before and had been in no mood to eat last night.  I was
in the mood now.  Time to start what I expected to be a busy
day.  I threw my blue robe over my pajamas, went to the
closet, removed a certain videotape from the inner pocket of
my old Boy Scout jacket (a place I was pretty certain Mom
wouldn't look in), and headed down the stairs.  First stop
- the kitchen.

The coffee Mom had made was still hot, and I poured myself a
cup.  Next up were three eggs scrambled, with cheese, a
couple of strips of microwaved bacon, and toast with butter
and marmalade.  I topped everything off with another cup of
coffee, sweet and light this time.  I knew I shouldn't eat
heavy after yesterday's misadventure, but I couldn't help
myself.  Breakfast was wonderful.

I then headed for the living room with my cup.  A quick scan
ensured that the curtains were drawn.  I wouldn't want the
neighbors to see the video that I was about to watch.  I
removed the tape from the pocket of my robe and inserted it
in the 8mm videodeck sitting beside the standard VHS one.
This was the only 8mm video player in the house, and I
wanted to view this tape under the best of circumstances.
The living room's 35 inch Sony would ensure that I did.

I sat back on the living room sofa and picked up the remote
control.  It was a fancy one, able to control all the
electronics in the home theater.  I began pushing buttons.
The television screen came up, followed by the sound system.
Some stupid morning show was on - a local "Today" show
wanna-be.  Finally the video deck went to "Play" and the
screen turned blue.  An image flickered on, rolled once and
then locked into sync.

The picture on the screen was the one I had seen in my
viewfinder the previous day, only with about 1000 percent
better quality.  Instead of the liquid crystal display of
the camera, the 35 inch Sony displayed every nuance, every
detail of the action, practically every hair on Amanda's
head.  The sound was the only thing that was second rate.
The camcorder's built-in mike had been too far away to pick
up good sound.  I didn't care.  The image on the TV more
than made up for the imperfect sound.  Between the improved
display and the zoom lens, I had a better view from the
videotape than I had received yesterday in person.  The
image was sharp, the color was vivid, and the camera's
automatic brightness control ensured that the lighting was
near perfect.  It was a stunning picture.

The image was one of Amanda and her partner engaged in a hot
sixty-nine.  I felt my dick stiffen.  Watching my sister in
action was a real turn-on.  She appeared to really know how
to wrap her lips around a hard cock.  And the professor was
no slouch either.  He was eating her pussy like there was no
tomorrow.  My hard-on was rampant now.  I couldn't stand it
any longer.  Grabbing a tissue from the box next to the sofa
and dropping my pajama bottoms around my ankles, I took hold
my cock and started jacking off, my eyes glued to the video
images of my sister.  My sister and the professor were
approaching orgasm on the screen,  and I was right there
with them.  When the professor started to shot I did too,
filling the tissue with semen.  I imagined it was my dick
that Amanda's lips were wrapped around.  I had one of the
most powerful orgasms of my life.

Inspiration struck me as I came back to earth.  I realized
the perfect way to use the tape on my sister.  I would
humiliate her.  I could make her my whore - blackmail her
into giving me sex.  Or at least make her think that was
what I wanted.  I could string her along for several weeks,
letting her believe I wanted to force her into fucking me.
She probably would believe it - I certainly had the right
materials to blackmail her.  It wouldn't take a lot of
acting on my part.

Of course, in reality I would never do something like that.
I had never really had trouble getting girls, and I
certainly didn't need to force anyone into having sex with
me.  But Amanda was a special case.  I resented the
attention our parents gave her, and how she acted toward me.
She didn't treat me very well, but maybe I could teach her
a lesson - show her how it felt when the shoe was on the
other foot.  I couldn't help thinking that a little revenge
might not be a bad thing.

I began making my plans on just how I would let her know I
had her in my power.  The first thing I would have to do was
pull some stills off the videotape.  I had a video capture
card on my own computer.  That would take care of that
problem.  Then I would have to see that Amanda came across
the stills while ensuring that my parents didn't.  The only
way I could see to do that was to put the pictures on the
computer in her bedroom.  My parents never touched her
computer (neither one of them was very computer-literate).
Neither did I for that matter - or at least I hadn't in the
past.  I knew that this fact was about to change.  Finally
I needed to be able to automatically display the pictures.
I knew that there had be any number of slide show programs
available on the web for downloading.  I plotted exactly
how I was going to spring my little trap on my sister.

But first I was going to finish watching my videotape.  I
planned on whacking off again while watching the professor
fuck my slut sister.  Then I would spend the rest of the
day setting up Amanda's little surprise package.

*************************

It was about three weeks before I was able to drop my little
bomb on my sister.  She was in the habit of spending half
the weekend at the house about once a month - "keeping in
touch" she called it.  It really was just an excuse to get
her dirty laundry washed for free and indulge herself with
a few good meals.  Not that the dorm food at her college was
that bad, but no one was about to mistake it for Mom's home
cooking.  And she knew that on the weekends she was home Mom
tended to prepare her favorites because Amanda's visits were
"special occasions".  So I set everything up to make her
latest visit particularly memorable.

I made sure I was home from school when her little red Honda
pulled into the driveway.  That was at about four in the
afternoon, and it would be almost five-thirty before Dad got
home and another hour after that before the bank closed and
Mom arrived.  I stayed hidden in my bedroom while Amanda
entered the house and went to her room.  Then I waited.

As usual when she was home, Amanda soon headed for the
Jacuzzi off the master bathroom.  That was another thing she
missed while living in the dorm.  Only showers were
available there.  The chance to lay back in the Jacuzzi and
relax while the swirling bubbles massaged her body was
something Amanda really missed.  I only had to wait a few
minutes until I heard the whirlpool's pump begin operating.
I now had the perfect opportunity to enter her bedroom,
knowing that she would remain occupied for the next twenty
minutes and that the sound of the bath would cover up any
noises I might make.

I slipped into her room and headed straight toward my goal.
Switching on the computer and monitor on her desk, I watched
as it booted up.  Then I grabbed the mouse and brought up a
view of the file system.  I began clicking my way down to
an obscure sub-directory I had hidden in the system
directory.  Its name was innocuous enough.  I had made sure
of that.  No one casually browsing would take note of it,
but what it contained was pure dynamite - a small slide
show program and about twenty-five jpeg video capture
images.  I had chosen the pictures carefully.  Each was
sharp, clear, and explicit.  And every one left no doubt
of who was being shown and what they were doing.

I took my leave, returning to my room at the other end of
the hall while the pictures were presented in order on my
sister's computer monitor.  I heard the sound of the pump
for the Jacuzzi stop and waited for my sister to dry off and
return up the stairs to her room.  I wondered how long it
would take for her to notice the monitor screen.

It did not take very long at all.  A loud call echoed down
the hall.

"Kenneth!" I heard her yell to me.  "Have you been sneaking
around my room?  I'm gonna kick your ass if I find... "

And then there was total silence.

I could imagine the scene taking place, as Amanda suddenly
realized what she was seeing.  She would be staring wide-
eyed at the images unfolding before her - each one more
explicit than the one before.  And then the realization of
what it all meant would hit her.  I savored the moment.

After five minutes had passed without a sound coming from
her room, I sneaked a peek down the hallway.  Her door was
closed tight.  She would have seen the entire show by now.
I decided to let her ponder her position for a while.  I
closed my door and went back to my waiting.

*************************

I only had to wait another fifteen minutes before I heard a
soft knock on my bedroom door.

"It's open," I called out.

The doorknob turned and the door swung inward.  A very
subdued looking Amanda stood in the doorway.  She looked at
me warily, a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Kenneth, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked
haltingly.

"I guess so," I responded, commencing the game of cat-and-
mouse.  "Is there something you need?"

"Have you seen my computer lately?"

"I think so.  Gray box about this big," I said, spreading my
hands apart.  "Usually sits on the corner of the desk in
your bedroom.  Why?  Is it missing?"

She didn't look like she found the joke very funny.  "You
know it's not missing," she replied, then continued with a
note of resigned certainty in her voice.  "You put those
pictures on there, didn't you?"

I feigned innocence.  "Pictures?  What pictures?"

"Ken please.  This is important.  You KNOW what pictures."

"Oh, you must mean the 'my sister fucks her teacher'
pictures.  Are those the ones?"  Amanda stared at me in
shock.  "Yeah, I might have had a hand in that."

"Jesus!"

"Of course you can't get the full impact from the stills,"
I continued.  "The videotape is MUCH more effective."

"YOU HAVE ME ON VIDEOTAPE ?!?"

"Actually, I have both you AND the professor on videotape -
in living color complete with sound.  Pretty good quality
too.  You've seen the pictures.  I pulled them right off the
tape deck."

Amanda stared at me, open-mouthed.  "You haven't shown them
to anybody, have you?" she asked, her panic starting to
rise.

"Not yet.  Who do you think I should show them to first?" I
inquired, toying with her.  "I think Mom and Dad would find
them interesting, don't you?"

"Kenneth, please.  You wouldn't ... "

"Or maybe I could print out and mail a set of them to the
professor's wife.  I'm sure she'd be interested in them."

"You can't do that!" Amanda cried out in dismay.  "His wife
would divorce him.  The college would have to fire him if
they ever learned about us."

I put on my most grown-up face to lecture her.  "Maybe you
should have thought about that before you fucked his brains
out."

"Please Ken.  Just give me the pictures and the tape.  You
can't ever show them to anybody!"

I gave her a moment like I was seriously considering her
request, finally responding with, "OK.  Let's say I do that
and give you what you want.  What's in it for me?"

She looked at me warily.  "What do you mean?"

I started the lecture again, speaking to her the way a
parent would speak to a not-very-bright child.  "It's really
very simple, Amanda.  I have this videotape - a very
valuable item.  You want me to give you this videotape and
all the pictures I have pulled off it.  If I do that, I will
be losing my property.  What are you going to give me in
return?"

Amanda stared at me blankly, not comprehending.  "In return?
What do you want?"

I took my time answering her.  Looking her directly in the
eyes, I said, "There's only one thing I want from you in
exchange for what I have."

"What's that?"

I decided to keep her hanging.  "Just how badly do you want
those items?"

"Jesus, Kenneth!  Stop beating around the bush!" she
pleaded.  "Just tell me what you want from me."

I finally hit her with my final bombshell.  "If you insist.
What I want from you is the same thing that the professor
got."

"That the professor got?" she repeated.   "I don't
understand... "  Amanda's eyes suddenly went wide as she
realized what I had demanded.  "You don't mean... "

"That's exactly what I mean."

"I can't do THAT!  It's perverted!  You're my brother, for
God's sake."

"So what has that got to do with anything?" I asked,
intentionally responding to her as crudely as I possibly
could.  "I'm not looking for a relationship - just some pure
lusty recreational screwing."

She stared at me in shock.  Finally she managed to stammer,
"You can't possibly think I'd ever do something like that!
I am not going to fuck you.  That's sick."

"You might really want to reconsider that response," I
admonished her menacingly.  "Did you know that your college
has its own web site?  What would people think if certain
photographs were to be posted to it?"

I could literally see Amanda go pale at this suggestion.

"Kenneth, please... " she pleaded.  "I can't."

"I'll tell you what," I said, acting like I was suddenly the
voice of reason.  "Why don't you take some time and think
about it.  Get back to me when you have an answer."  I
turned away from her.

She continued to plead.  "Please.  Don't make me do this,
Ken."

I remained turned away from her, ignoring her pleas.
Finally she left, defeated.  I knew I had her then.  She
closed the door behind herself.  I heard her footsteps as
she returned to her own room.

*************************

I should have felt elation.  I was finally going to win one
over my sister.  But for some reason while I felt some
satisfaction at being in the catbird seat, I found that I
wasn't happy about what I had just done.  I had expected
Amanda to fight back, to give me as good as I gave.  That's
how our fights had always gone in the past.  But she had not
responded in her usual manner.  In fact, she had been
unusually subdued.  I was beginning to wonder if I had
underestimated just how much power over her that videotape
had given me.

I did not see my sister again for a long time after that.
When I looked out to check, she was holed up in her bedroom,
the door closed once more.  I heard Dad when he got home and
still she had not come out.  Mom arrived and still no
Amanda.  I was beginning to get worried when Mom called us
for supper and I still had not heard a peep from her.  I was
in the hall, just about to check on her, when I heard the
knob on her door turn and watched her enter the hallway and
head toward the stairs.

I was shocked at the sight that greeted me.  She looked
awful.  Her eyes were inflamed and red.  She must have been
crying.  I HAD MADE HER CRY!  I could hardly believe it.  I
could not remember having ever made her cry before in my
life.

She spoke to me, forcing me to look at her.  She had a
haunted look.  "You win.  I agree to your terms.  I'll give
you what you want," she said bitterly.  There was an edge to
her voice, an undertone that I had never heard in it before.
It made me uncomfortable.

I stood there dumbly, unable to think of how to respond, or
what to say.

She slid past me, careful not to make contact with me, and
headed down the stairs.

********************

Supper became an awkward event.  Mom noticed Amanda's red
eyes and asked her if something was wrong.  Amanda responded
by saying she wasn't feeling very well and that she thought
she might be coming down with a cold.  She even managed a
believable cough.  I had to admire the lie.  It explained
her reddened eyes without leading our parents anywhere near
the real cause.  Unfortunately, Mom went off on a discussion
of my own recent illness and how I had been sent home from
school.  She could not have chosen a subject more upsetting
to my sister if she had been intentionally trying.  I could
see the pain in my sister's eyes as she realized that she
was learning exactly how I had managed to stumble upon her
liaison with the professor.  She must have hated hearing
every detail of my being sent home, but also seemed
perversely fascinated by the events that had led to her
dilemma.

My sister ended up merely picking at her food despite the
fact that Mom had made Swedish meatballs, which was one of
her favorites.  That made our mother certain that Amanda was
correct when she said she was coming down with something.
Like me, my sister normally had a healthy appetite.  She and
I were the only ones that knew something else was wrong.

Supper finally ended.  Amanda informed Mom and Dad that she
was going to go right to bed.  I was right behind her when
she headed up the stairs.  I was getting nervous about my
whole little joke, beginning to wish that I had never gone in
the direction I had.  I called to her as I caught up with
her at the top of the stairs.

"Amanda, wait up."

"What do you want?' she hissed back at me.  "Is there some
other nasty thing you want me to do?"

I tried to defend myself.  "You don't understand ..."

"I understand only too well" she said, giving me a withering
look.  "I'm in your power.  And you plan to make sure I
don't forget it."

"It's not like that" I tried to explain.

"It's exactly like that," she continued, and then she looked
at me in genuine horror, her eyes widening.  "You don't
expect us to do it with Mom and Dad in the house, do you?  I
can't believe even you would be that perverted."

"Of course not!" I protested.

"Then just leave me alone!  You'll get what you want soon
enough."  She turned and headed toward her bedroom, then
stopped in her doorway and turned back to me, speaking in a
harsh whisper.  "And make sure you keep your promise.  I get
the tape and all the pictures."

She closed the door, shutting me out.  I heard her engage
the lock.

I found myself standing alone in the hallway, regretting
that I had ever asked Amanda to fuck me, even in jest.  I
realized now that the whole thing had blown up in my face.
I returned to my own room and tried to think things through
like I should have done BEFORE I had sprung my surprise on
my sister.

The relationship that my sister and I had previously engaged
in had possessed its share of rough times, but it had also
had its good moments.  In fact, until Amanda had entered
junior high we had been quite close to each other - a pair
of co-conspirators against our parents, whom we both thought
were too strict.  I would never have told Dad about her and
the professor.  Even after she had become more hostile
toward me, I had still covered up her teen-age misdeeds, and
I had no doubt she would have done the same for me if
something really important was involved.  There was still
that basic trust between us.

Or at least there had been.  Now I didn't know what there
was between us, but I did know it was not healthy.  I had
poisoned any good feelings she still had towards me.  There
was now an undercurrent in her dealings with me - a fear
and dislike directed against me.  I found that it hurt
having her not like me.  It also hurt knowing that I had
caused her pain - that I had made her cry.  And the worst
part was the fact that by not thinking through my little
plot I had caused it all.

I realized that I was going to have to apologize and try to
salvage what little was left of our previous relationship.
It was a bitter realization.  I had exalted in the sudden
shift in power between us.  Now I was going to have to
reverse that shift.  I would end up right back were I had
started, or maybe even worse off.

But even that would feel better than the position I was in
with her right now.

*************************

I woke up the next morning still feeling bad.  I had not
slept well, having tossed and turned half the night.  What
sleep I had gotten didn't leave me feeling rested.  I had
worried about my sister.  She had to be under tremendous
pressure because of my little jest.  I finally arose,
pulling my robe over me pajamas and intending to finally
get this thing over with by apologizing.  My surrender was
going to be abject - I planned on handing her the tape
without conditions - with no quid pro quo demanded.  I just
wanted her to maybe like me a bit once more.

My plan came to naught.  I entered the hallway to find the
door to her room wide open revealing her neatly made bed.
Amanda was nowhere in sight.  I returned to my own room and
checked the driveway from my window.  Her car was gone.  And
so, apparently, was she.

*************************

I left a message at her dorm for her to call me as soon as
she got in.  I said to tell her it was important.  But the
day went by without any response from her.  I suspected that
she was avoiding me, and I couldn't say that I really blamed
her.

By the time afternoon rolled around she was still missing in
action.  I learned from my parents that Amanda had told them
she had some studying to do at the campus library.  That
would account for why she would not be around during the
day.  She usually did that, leaving Mom to wash and dry the
pile of laundry she had brought home with her.  She also had
informed them that she would be going out on a date during
the evening.  My parents had also accepted that.  It was her
normal pattern for a Saturday night.

Mom, Dad, and I had dinner together about 5:00.  It was one
of my favorites - Mom's meatloaf, with mashed potatoes and
corn-on-the-cob.  I might have been a bit worried about my
sister, but I was also a healthy teen-ager with a healthy
appetite.  I had two helpings.  My parents then got ready to
drive three blocks over and play bridge at the Pattersons,
just as they had done every Saturday night, come rain or
shine, for as long as I could remember.  It was an
established ritual in their lives - so established that
even when Mr. Patterson had suffered his heart attack the
games had continued in the hospital following his bypass
surgery.  You always knew that my parents would be out
Saturday night, and where they would be.  They were out the
door at 6:45, just like they had been every other Saturday
of my life.

I had made no plans for the weekend.  I had figured that the
surprise I had planned for my sister would keep me busy, and
thus I now found myself alone in the house.   It did not
take very long for me to become bored out of my skull.  What
I needed was something to take my mind off the disaster with
my sister.  A visit to the local video store to rent some
mindless action-adventure film was just the thing.  Thank
God for Hollywood!  You could always trust them to provide
you with something to make your brain shut down.

I hopped into my semi-trusty shitbox Escort and drove to the
mini-mall next to the bank where Mom worked, where I entered
the VideoMart.  The selection sucked.  It was my own fault.
Everything new had already been rented by other people who
hadn't waited until the last minute.  I ended up with a B
movie.  It had a no-name cast - no Arnold Schwarzenegger or
Bruce Willis to give it class.  Still, the box cover showed
a number of large explosions and a barely dressed woman
firing an Uzi.  It would do.

There was a major surprise waiting for me when I returned
home.  My sister's little red Honda had returned to claim
its spot in the driveway.  I decided that I might as well
get the unpleasant business of apologizing to her over with
as soon as possible.  I would speak to her as soon as I was
in the house.

Upon entering, I discovered that my good intentions had once
more been dashed.  The sound of the Jacuzzi was clearly
audible from the front hallway.  I headed for the master
bathroom off my parents' room, intent on pushing forward
with my objective anyway.

I checked the bathroom door, turning the knob silently.  It
was locked.  Knocking loudly on the door, I called to my
sister within.

"Amanda."

There was no response.  I was sure she could hear me, even
over the sound of the whirlpool's pump.  I tried again.
"Amanda, I know you're in there.  I need to talk to you."

Still no response.  I continued my effort.  "This is
important, Amanda.  We have to talk.  I'll be in my room
waiting for you when you get out."

By this time I was not expecting an answer, and wasn't
surprised when my sister didn't give me any.  I went up the
stairs to wait in my room.

After another ten minutes the sound of the Jacuzzi ceased.
My sister would need time to dry off and get dressed.  I
decided that if she didn't show up within thirty minutes I
would go looking for her.  I started up my computer and
began playing solitaire while I waited.

*************************

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