Blackmailing my Sister (Firm Master + Angel)

[Angel216]

Helen was soaking wet and cold beyond belief, but as she looked back at the tumultuous ocean she sighed heavily in relief. Her wet, baggy shirt clung to her breasts as her dark brown hair hung in damp curls around her smooth, tan, heart shaped face. Her pants clung to her legs and you could see the waist line of black lace panties, as well as the outline of a black, lace bra through her white shirt. She was panting hard as she collapsed against the dock, the waves still lapping against her feet as she trembled slightly. Part of her was relieved, another part of her felt dread, and yet another part of her was in shock. Had she really just killed hers and Sam's father? She hadn't meant too, but it had turned into a brutal night, and she thought that their father was going to kill her, she had to run, had to get away. Of course, John, their father, had been drunk and had given chase, when he had tripped and fell into the ocean once he had Helen cornered on the docks. The waves were clashing, though it was not a stormy night, it was a windy night causing the sea to throw a tantrum, but, even through his drunken state, John had remained afloat and had grabbed her ankle as he went down into the ocean. She had yelped out and had started struggling, falling down hard, her chin hitting against the wooden floor of the dock with a clatter as she saw stars, almost losing the battle as she was drug by John almost all the way off the dock. Then, the stars had, bless the lord, cleared and she gripped the dock before she could leave, the waves splashing up and soaking her entirely as she begin to kick and struggled against the grip that he had on her ankle.

She had been kicking and struggling for a good ten minutes before she finally felt his grip loosen and she was able to weakly pull herself up to collapse on the dock, her feet still in the crashing waters of the ocean. Her heart was pounding, and she was panting, the relief filled her as she managed to kill John, her tormentor.......but....but where was Sam? Her heart plummeted at the thought as dread filled her, Sam had been over at a friend's house, but she had heard the crunch of gravel as a car pulled up to their small house, positioned between the trees, a good five miles from the closest town and well away from the waters edge or high tide. She heard footsteps and she tried to push herself up, afraid and terrified of Sam's reaction when he saw her there, but did not see John, his father, their father. She collapsed, too weakened from the fight to do anything but just wait as she heard the footsteps come to a stop just a mere foot away from her. She trembled as she looked up and into the face of Sam, squinting at the sudden bright light of a flashlight and she bit down on her lip hard, tasting blood as fear and dread filled her as she could only imagine that Sam was putting together the puzzle pieces and realizing that Helen, his sister had killed their father.

She shivered against the cold wind that still blew, shivering more as it made her clothes seem freezing cold and frigid in the night air as she stared up at Sam, wondering what he would do. She swallowed hard, she didn't want to go to jail, she didn't want to rot away for life in a cell.....or....or worse, be put on death row for the charge of first degree murder. She trembled violently and almost convulsed at the idea, trying to sit up again. Finally, she had managed to pull herself into a sitting position, but she was cornered and she knew it. The ocean was behind her and Sam was in front of her, blocking off her only escape, though in her weakened state, she wouldn't even be able to run and so she wrapped her arms around her knees as she pulled them up to her chest, almost curling up, as if trying to protect herself against the possible punishment to be dished out by her brother. She felt her lower lip quivering, and tears slipped down her cheeks as she spoke, though her voice came out choked and it was followed by a quiet sob as she begin to cry quietly, a few sobs coming every now and then, "I'm.........I.....I'm so s....sorry sam.....sam, please....please don't call the police....I'm only 17, please......." She was almost begging and pleading with him as she whimpered and sobbed quietly as she looked up at him, waiting for a response or for a reaction as she remained curled up, prepared to protect herself if she had to.

 

[Firm Master]

Samuel pulled up to his house, or rather his father's house, ready to head to bed. The party he had just returned from had been a wild ride for him and he was still buzzed from the drinking that had taken place. Sam wouldn't have noticed any issues until the morning except the front door was wide open, repeatedly smacking against the house from the wind. he found himself quickly sobering up as he balled a fist and pulled the door closed behind him.

He was expecting to see blood or a body somewhere. After a quick search, he found nothing and realized that a beer bottle had been knocked over in the living room, still moist in the carpet. Surely his father had taken off outside and so Sam went to find him, making sure his dad was okay. The thought of his sister scarcely entered his mind as he opened the door and stepped out, looking around in the darkness. The little bitch was good at getting into trouble and he couldn't help thinking she probably was the reason he took off.

Flashlight in hand, Sam followed the trail of dug in gravel and dirt from two pairs of footsteps that were still clear in the ground. Of course it was a chase. Helen probably decided to be a big girl and run off again and dad had to get her again. It already made Sam mad thinking about how she never could do as she was told. It reminded him why dad was always hitting her too. To some extent, he wished their mother was still alive to make Helen respect men better and learn how to act like a decent woman, but that was starting to think about issues he didn't need to dwell on now.

Sure enough, there she was. Setting on the dock, shivering and soaked. He turned his light on, checking to make sure it was really her. He felt a little satisfied that she was miserable right now. It was due to her, given how much misery she caused him and his father. As he lowered the light, noting the cut on her lower lip and the discoloring of her jaw, he started to realize something wasn't right.

"What do you mean you're sorry?" Sam started, anger starting to well in him. "What the hell are you doing out here? Where's dad?" As if her situation didn't matter, he turned the light away, starting to look around to find his father. He'd know what was going on and she'd be punished by him as was due. "I'm not in the mood for this..."

Sam's eyes spotted a glint several yards away along the shore. He took a few steps forward, watching the waves lap at a dark pile on the sand. He shone his light up and saw what he feared. His father was laying there. Cold fear dropped into his gut and his mind melted away any reasoning as he desperately rushed forward. His feet refused to push hard enough in the soft shifting sand, nearly making him stumble several times before he got to the body and collapsed to his knees beside the man.

He frantically checked for a sign of life, his hands shaking and fumbling. The cold sea water was now soaking into his pants and splashing onto his shirt, soaking him. Shivers started to take him even as his whole body was starting to burn. The body lay still and gave no pulse. No breathing. Nothing. Sam grabbed at his father and pulled the soaked corpse over his shoulder and lifted him up. He was heavy. Almost too heavy, but blinding fury forced his body to work past it's abilities and carry his father to the house. "What the hell have you done, Helen?" he yelled into the night, not sure where she was now and not caring just yet. He had to save his father.

A couple of minutes later he carefully rolled his father onto the front room couch, the smell of the spilled beer reeking in the room, invaded by the smell of the sea water and sand. Sam wasn't sure what to do now. He couldn't call an ambulance, they'd never make it in time. He didn't know CPR or even if that was needed. All he could do was stare at his father's body on the couch, amazed at the situation.

 

[Angel216]

Helen's eyes widened as flinched at his angry words as he turned away from her, she sighed as she thought that, perhaps he would just forget about her and she was right as he rushed to their dad. She trembled slightly as she felt guilt and regret seeping into her bones and her stomach as she saw how distraught Sam was. The sobs got a tad louder in octave as rapid thoughts raced through her head, "What will happen to me now? I didn't mean to kill dad, or to cause this mess, he was going to kill me, I had to do something, right?" She pressed the palms of her hands against her temples as her ears rang with shock, dread, fear, panic, adrenaline, exhaustion, guilt and regret. She heard the accusation that Sam had shouted at her as he ran to the house and she stumbled to her feet, trying to gather the strength she needed to run. With her palms still pressed against her temples, she stumbled forward, feeling the wooden floor turn to sand as she blindly stumbled forward, turning left to go down the beach, heading for town. She wanted to put distance between herself and the nightmares, between herself and her tormentors or rather her tormentor, Sam. She was still shivering and weak as her emotions clashed within her and she stumbled forward, tripping and falling several times, as she barely made it 20 feet from where she last sat on the dock, before she fell to her knees.

A sob tore free from her throat as she stayed on her knees, weakened again and exhausted from the effort of just walking. At least, she had put a little distance between herself and the house, between herself and Sam. She didn't want to go to jail, though, and she knew that the town would spell out her doom, but she also knew that her brother was going to be angry and bitter about this, perhaps angry enough to kill her himself or to call the cops and turn her in. Again thoughts pounded and raced through her mind, "Do I deserve to die? Was what I did, really so wrong? I don't want to go to jail......I don't want to die....Oh God help me." Again she pressed the palms of her hands, still on her knees in the sand, shivering and cold, to her temples as she tried to block out the vivid flashbacks, the nightmares, the tormenting thoughts, and the clashing emotions as she stumbled to her feet again and pushed forward, still walking along the left side of the beach, heading towards town, though, she knew that it was a 5 miles walk and she didn't have the strength to do that, but she had to try and get away before it was too late for her.

 

[Firm Master]

The reality of their father being dead started to click in Sam's mind. The reality that he also needed to hunt down Helen and make her pay for what she'd done also flowed in to replace his sorrows. Anger was starting to grip him thoroughly and he decided to go back out and get her. At least with her in the house under his watch he could decide something in peace.

It was another couple of minutes before he was back out at the dock, looking for the girl. She had moved away, but he spotted her not far from where she was earlier. He was surprised she hadn't run away, claiming some story about self defense to protect herself. No doubt, the truth of the household would come out as well. He didn't need that and after killing their father, he wasn't about to let that bitch ruin his life too!

He came up behind her quietly, not saying a word as he noticed her sobbing away. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back. "What the fuck have you done, Helen? Get back in the house!" He tugged at her hair again, trying to make her rise to her feet. His other hand grabbed at her waist as he bent down, ready to pick her up and carry her away if need be, but instead working to keep her from running off or fighting him. He was already tired from carrying their father. He wasn't excited about carrying her too, but was ready to do so.

 

[Angel216]

Helen gasped out as she felt the harsh grip on her hair, halting her in her tracks and she yelped as he pulled her head back. She trembled as she shook her head, trying to pull away, only to cry out again in pain as she whimpered and she straightened to her feet as he pulled on her hair again. She cursed herself for having long hair and she whimpered again, tears streaming down her face as she pulled, kicked and struggled to get away from Sam. She was weak from the fight with their father, and she knew, that even though she was trying her best, that she had the strength of a little girl and child against a man right now. She felt his other hand grab her waist and she squirmed, kicked, struggled and pulled some more, trying to get away. She then thought of an idea, though she couldn't fight well, she could still scream and a piercing scream left her throat, though, she knew no one was around to hear it. She had to try, and another scream pierced the evening air.