Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Synthia was in big trouble. If Mom and Dad saw what he was recording on his video cam, she'd be grounded for the rest of the year. She really should have cut him in on the beginning of her plans; offered him a bribe to get lost rather than a threat of consequences if he didn't. She wanted consequences; he'd give her consequences. She'd apparently completely forgotten the digital camera their parents had given him last Christmas, chalking it up as just another one of her nerdy little brother's "technotoys" as she liked to put it. Well, this technotoy had wireless capability and he was downloading the video as he shot it into the LAN he'd set up, saving it on his secure server in case she caught him and thought she could erase the evidence from the camera.
He watched with interest as his sister's best friend Mandy allowed a couple of boys to do jello shots off her belly. He'd been sure to include a shot of his father's open liquor cabinet and the empty bottles of expensive imported liquor in his recording. Sure, there father had more locked up in the basement, and they both knew where he hid the key, but combined with his recording, the fact that all the bottles they emptied would be full after his sister restocked tomorrow morning would cause his father to check his supplies and discover they were far lower than they ought to be. Brian had, in fact, secured himself a bottle of each of the liquors he'd recorded them emptying, both to make the reduction in stocks more noticeable and to get himself several bottles of free, risk-free booze who's disappearance would be blamed on Synthia and her party. (He had hiding places nobody would ever think to look, such as server cabinets that were roomier than their components required.) If she did the sensible thing and agreed to his demands, he'd give the bottles to her to use in her restocking.
It was the usual drunken high school party, with loud music (not a cop calling issue given that their house sat on seven acres of land), drunken kids making out on all available furniture, and a few sneaking off looking for bedrooms. He'd been careful to lock the door to his own room, not wanting strangers fucking in his bed, but his parent's room and sister's room were likely occupied by now. Speaking of which, he looked around and realized Synthia was nowhere to be seen at her own party. He was pretty certain that likely meant she was upstairs with a boy. *That would be the ultimate. I'd virtually own her if I got that recorded. The sky would be the limit on what I could get her to buy me. I could milk this one party for the rest of they year. (Have to set a limit on it. If I didn't, she'd just stop paying and I'd never be able to use leverage against her again. Blackmailer's who never allow themselves to be completely paid off are just looking for victims to seek revenge. Whereas, if I don't get too greedy, she'll know she did it to herself and next time bribe me to begin with.)*
Heading up the stairs, the first thing he did was make sure no one had picked the lock on his door. It wasn't exactly a bank safe; anyone really interested in getting in could probably do so. His parents wouldn't let him have a real lock; they worried he'd pull a complete teenage stunt and lock himself in his room and refuse to come out for some reason. Puh-lease, he had much more effective ways of expressing his displeasure if a situation warranted it. No one had tampered with his room, so he moved on to Synthia's. At first he thought he had the goods on her. He could hear the gasps and moans of sex before he'd even eased the door open, but the girl facing him in reverse cowgirl was definitely not Synthia. Even if his camera wasn't low-light capable, he'd have been able to tell it wasn't her. Her tits weren't nearly as large as Synthia's massive knockers.
He recorded the action through the crack in the door for a little while, his cock stirring slightly in his pants, then moved on towards his parent's master suite. *If she's doing it in there, I might have her for the rest of high school,* he thought as he approached their door. She was a junior, so that wouldn't be asking too much for such a breach. *Have to make sure she gets a job again this summer, and let her keep some of the money, a percentage so she has incentive to make as much as possible.*
As he eased the door open, he knew she was his. That was definitely her voice he heard moaning, "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass harder." He was slightly confused as he eased himself inside his parent's suite so he could see around the corner to their bed. The bed had only Synthia on it, naked on all fours, her wonderfully huge tits swinging free beneath her and her ass sticking high in the air. She had one hand up behind her, ramming a dildo in and out of her ass with fury, while the other reached down between her legs. Two things struck him simultaneously. The first was that she was now saying, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard. Come in your little girl's ass." The second was that the hand between her legs wasn't playing with her pussy, it was jerking off her cock!
*What the fuck!* was the only thought he could coherently muster, but less logical portions of his body had an instant response. Continuing to record with one hand (thank goodness for steadycam technology), he unzipped his pants and freed the raging hard-on he suddenly had. As he stroked his meat while watching his sister(?) jack her own cock off (which he was happy to note that, even at fourteen, he had a larger cock than she did) while ramming her ass and begging their father to violate her, his mind was already beginning to contemplate just how thoroughly he owned her now.
He watched with interest as his sister's best friend Mandy allowed a couple of boys to do jello shots off her belly. He'd been sure to include a shot of his father's open liquor cabinet and the empty bottles of expensive imported liquor in his recording. Sure, there father had more locked up in the basement, and they both knew where he hid the key, but combined with his recording, the fact that all the bottles they emptied would be full after his sister restocked tomorrow morning would cause his father to check his supplies and discover they were far lower than they ought to be. Brian had, in fact, secured himself a bottle of each of the liquors he'd recorded them emptying, both to make the reduction in stocks more noticeable and to get himself several bottles of free, risk-free booze who's disappearance would be blamed on Synthia and her party. (He had hiding places nobody would ever think to look, such as server cabinets that were roomier than their components required.) If she did the sensible thing and agreed to his demands, he'd give the bottles to her to use in her restocking.
It was the usual drunken high school party, with loud music (not a cop calling issue given that their house sat on seven acres of land), drunken kids making out on all available furniture, and a few sneaking off looking for bedrooms. He'd been careful to lock the door to his own room, not wanting strangers fucking in his bed, but his parent's room and sister's room were likely occupied by now. Speaking of which, he looked around and realized Synthia was nowhere to be seen at her own party. He was pretty certain that likely meant she was upstairs with a boy. *That would be the ultimate. I'd virtually own her if I got that recorded. The sky would be the limit on what I could get her to buy me. I could milk this one party for the rest of they year. (Have to set a limit on it. If I didn't, she'd just stop paying and I'd never be able to use leverage against her again. Blackmailer's who never allow themselves to be completely paid off are just looking for victims to seek revenge. Whereas, if I don't get too greedy, she'll know she did it to herself and next time bribe me to begin with.)*
Heading up the stairs, the first thing he did was make sure no one had picked the lock on his door. It wasn't exactly a bank safe; anyone really interested in getting in could probably do so. His parents wouldn't let him have a real lock; they worried he'd pull a complete teenage stunt and lock himself in his room and refuse to come out for some reason. Puh-lease, he had much more effective ways of expressing his displeasure if a situation warranted it. No one had tampered with his room, so he moved on to Synthia's. At first he thought he had the goods on her. He could hear the gasps and moans of sex before he'd even eased the door open, but the girl facing him in reverse cowgirl was definitely not Synthia. Even if his camera wasn't low-light capable, he'd have been able to tell it wasn't her. Her tits weren't nearly as large as Synthia's massive knockers.
He recorded the action through the crack in the door for a little while, his cock stirring slightly in his pants, then moved on towards his parent's master suite. *If she's doing it in there, I might have her for the rest of high school,* he thought as he approached their door. She was a junior, so that wouldn't be asking too much for such a breach. *Have to make sure she gets a job again this summer, and let her keep some of the money, a percentage so she has incentive to make as much as possible.*
As he eased the door open, he knew she was his. That was definitely her voice he heard moaning, "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck my ass harder." He was slightly confused as he eased himself inside his parent's suite so he could see around the corner to their bed. The bed had only Synthia on it, naked on all fours, her wonderfully huge tits swinging free beneath her and her ass sticking high in the air. She had one hand up behind her, ramming a dildo in and out of her ass with fury, while the other reached down between her legs. Two things struck him simultaneously. The first was that she was now saying, "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard. Come in your little girl's ass." The second was that the hand between her legs wasn't playing with her pussy, it was jerking off her cock!
*What the fuck!* was the only thought he could coherently muster, but less logical portions of his body had an instant response. Continuing to record with one hand (thank goodness for steadycam technology), he unzipped his pants and freed the raging hard-on he suddenly had. As he stroked his meat while watching his sister(?) jack her own cock off (which he was happy to note that, even at fourteen, he had a larger cock than she did) while ramming her ass and begging their father to violate her, his mind was already beginning to contemplate just how thoroughly he owned her now.
