Blackmailing my Stepdad

I stayed for a bit until I obtained about two minutes of the scene before backing away, walking down the stairs carefully like how I did when I went up. I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water, then sat down at the table to review the footage. The video captured the faces of my step father and Claire, and nothing could make them deny it. This evidence would clearly destroy marriages, careers, and reputations. The face of my step father was twisting in pleasure while the afternoon light caught the wedding ring of Claire hanging on her finger.

The water cooled my throat as I stared at the paused video on my screen. My body, however, continued to tense while the body of my stepfather was displayed in such a manner. My cock twitched on its own, and for some reason, a thought, a dangerous one, popped on my head.

Ever since my stepfather stayed in this house, he has been in control of everything. For instance, he decided when I could use the car, even setting a curfew for me and whether I could have my friends over. At twenty-one, I still could not afford my own place, and every decision must go through with what he wanted.

However, now, I had something that would definitely flip the power. I had his secret, and that would give me leverage to get what I want. But what exactly did I want? The image of him pounding the woman upstairs flashed through my mind, and I involuntarily took a gulp. My throat heated up again, as if wanting other than water to fill it up.

The thought should have disgusted me, and I should have felt wrong and twisted. After all, no decent person would even consider the thoughts and plans running around my head. I played the video with the volume low, and the muffled sounds of my stepfather fucking the woman, which probably still had not ended upstairs, caressed my ears. I bit my lower lip. I should be mad. My stepfather was staining the very bed that he shared with my mom, but then any decent thoughts evaporated from my mind as I watched my step father pound harder.

It felt like something had broken in me.

After some time, movements, other than probably fucking, came from upstairs. Water began to run in the bathroom, muffling the whispers of a conversation which sounded like they were getting dressed while still lingering on the feeling of their sex. I stayed in the kitchen, my phone now in my pocket as I reviewed the actions I was planning to take in my head. My heart calmed down for some reason, and my body was well-behaved.

Heels clicking down the stairs echoed in the living room followed by the front door opening and closing. Then, a car engine started in the driveway and pulled away. Claire seemed to have left first. Silence occupied the house for a few more minutes before my stepfather came downstairs and headed toward the kitchen. He was running his hair and straightening my collar when he saw me. He wore a new shirt, while the one he had been wearing was probably in the hamper, waiting for my mom to do the laundry.

"Liam," he said, hiding the surprise in his voice. "I didn't hear you come in."

I breathed out quietly. "I was here forty minutes ago." My voice sounded so collected to my own ears that it freaked me out a bit. "I even made noise down here, but maybe you were busy."

His face contorted in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing and forehead distorting as he had processed my words. Then his eyes widened, staring at me like he had fucked up. Of course he did. After that surprised stare, his jaw tensed, and his eyes slanted like a predator in the wild. "I don't know what you saw or heard, but I have a right to my private life."

"Why don't you tell that to mom?" I asked, avoiding his gaze for a while. My hand pulled my phone from the pocket and set it on the table, the screen facing up but playing nothing yet. "After all, I did not just hear anything. Claire, right? I'm pretty sure she's also married," then I paused, "and pretty sure you are too."

The color drained from his face, and his mouth, now white with fear, hung open as his eyes froze on my phone on the table. After some time, he moved and reached out his hand for my phone. "Give me that," his irritated voice said.

I pulled my phone faster than his defensive reactions. "No."

He then stopped and swallowed, his massive Adam's apple bobbing down incredibly hot. A long exhale came from him, seeming like he was to make more sense of the situation. "You're being childish. This is a private matter, and it does not concern you." His voice was controlled, and it felt like I was being gaslit into believing that I was the one being unreasonable.

"Is it private when it happens in Mom's bed? In her house?" I kept my tone neutral, almost curious. "Does she know you're fucking your coworker while she's at book club?"

My stepfather pulled out a chair across from me and sat down, his eyes ready to argue or probably negotiate with me. He clasped his hands together, showing me the thickness of his arms and wrist. I wondered how strong they were. His muscles were popping up from his dress shirt, and for a quick second, I thought about touching them. "What do you want?" he finally asked.

However, that very same question was the one I had been asking myself ever since I got the footage. I had spent time alone in the kitchen, asking myself repeatedly and even though I had an idea of what I wanted, I could not bring myself to acknowledge it as an answer. "It would be very bad if others learned what Claire and you had been doing upstairs, right?"

He stared at me like a man he did not recognize. His teeth gritted, and his hands tightened into a fist. "You wouldn't," he said, his voice threatening.

I picked up the phone and tapped on it, then I laid it back down on the table, letting it play the video I captured for a few seconds. The moans of Claire from the speaker echoed in the quiet kitchen accompanied by the grunting of my stepfather. The video flashed the images of my stepfather's hand gripping her hip as he thrusted. Meanwhile, his eyes were locked on me as if holding himself from attacking me. "Try me," I said.