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My older sister blackmailed

... what?" she asks "So I can call mom, and tell her about that rager you snuck out to and got drunk at the other night" I say with a devilish grin on my face She frowns at me in silence for a moment, adjusting her posture "Andrew, come on" she says softly I pretend to dial numbers into the phone "Andrew! Please! I'll get in so much trouble!" She shouts nervously I sigh, and rest my hands at my sides "I guess we could work something out" "Like what?" she says nervously I pretend to think for a few seconds, even though I knew exactly what I was going to ask for before I even stepped out side "How about this... You have to do whatever I want, when I want, for 2 weeks, then no one ever finds out about your drunken partying" I say confidently "You have got to be kidding me" she responds with a frown on her face "I mean, you don't have to. You could always just let me tell mom, and be locked in your room for the rest of summer" I say sarcastically Kate sits there in silence, thinking deeply for a good minute before sighing, and extending her arm for me to shake it "Fine" she says I shake her hand with a huge grin on my face "I want a sandwich" I say, purposely in a mean tone The next two days pretty much consisted of me bossing her around, and making her do stupid tasks. Sometimes she complained, or made remarks about me being lazy, but she always did what I asked. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock that morning. I purposely set it to wake me up at 7, because I wanted to wake ...

... up Kate and make her cook me breakfast, just to be a dick. I quietly walk out of my room and down the hall, I open up her door and look at unmade bed, and to my surprise, she wasn't in it. I checked in every room upstairs, then went downstairs, I find her in the laundry room, wearing a long black t shirt, that falls to her mid thigh. She glances at me, "Wow, you're up early" she says, while folding one of her shirts "Yeah, I guess so" I say awkwardly, before she looks away, and continues folding her laundry. I walk behind her quietly, curious as to what she is wearing under her t shirt. I grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it up well above her but for a brief second, exposing her white lace panties "Hey! What the fuck!" She shouts, as I bounce back and stand there laughing like an idiot "That's not cool." she says in a calmer voice, as her face turns beat red "Why not" I say sarcastically, controlling my giggling "Because, it's, just not!" she argues "Well I get to do whatever I want, remember?" She sighs, and goes back to folding laundry. I stand there for a few seconds, before lifting up the back of her shirt again, and instead of dropping it immediately, I hold it up, testing her reaction and staring at her panties and ass. She flinches slightly "Can you stop?" She says sharply, without turning around or swatting at my hand like before "Nah" I say smug, not letting go of her shirt She exhales deeply, but doesn't say anything My confidence builds, and I use my other hand ...