“Let me get something,” Steve says and leaves the room. A few minutes later he returns with a small USB-stick.
“I just deleted the video on my pc, Jenny.” Steve sits back down at the table and adds, “I’m serious when I say that I won’t go through with anything, let me show you.”
Jenny just watches as her brother takes out his phone, deletes the video, opens his e-mail, deletes the mail twice. Once in sent, once in received.
“On this flash drive is the last copy I have of you in the shower.” He says and hands it over to his sister, “You can do whatever you want with it, maybe save it for a future boyfriend at least you can be sure that I don’t have it any longer.”
There it is. The smile Steve wanted to see again. But something is still bugging her. One of her deepest fantasies has just ended.
“Did you plan it all along?” she asks.
“Yes,” he says, there is no reason to lie to her anymore.
“So, you just pretended to … eh … like me?” She is too sweet right now. Just an insecure girl. Steve didn’t even know she had this side to her. “You want to know if I’m attracted to you, sexually?” he asks in return. Jenny only nods.
“Listen, sis. You are crazily hot. Everyone would be lucky to have you and having you as my slave … Man, I would have really enjoyed that.”
It made her curious, “then why did you end it all?”
It’s unbelievable, even after going through the experience of getting blackmailed, his sister can’t understand why someone might refrain from forcing his step-sister to have sex with him. Higher morals never heard of it …
“Don’t think I’m just too much of a prude or that I don’t have the balls to do it. I just really like to have some of this thing, you know consent when it comes to my sexual partners. You could call it a fetish or maybe just human decency.”
That got her even more curious, “So if you had my consent, you’d be ok with having some fun?”
Steve asks himself if she is implying what he thinks she is. He nods. Jenny reaches over the table to take his hand. She puts the flash drive in and looks up into his smiling eyes. “batonag” she says and realizes that even though her brother is the smartest person she knows he can’t figure out what she means by that.
“My safeword,” she explains, “batonag.”
She smiles, takes her empty plate, and brings it into the kitchen …