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Chris Cross: Blackmail

Written by D.J. Sabin

This is a work of Fanfiction. Christopher Cross and Edgar Holmes were originally created by the Author. Zig Zag and Tina Lynx was originally created by Max Blackrabbit, while Sabrina, Tracy and Stacy are created by Eric Schwartz. This story is considered non-canon and is for adult entertainment only.

-1-

Waking up from a drunken stupor, Edgar Holmes, photographer and reporter for the Hollywood Report, was actually still giddy despite the throbbing headache and nausea he was feeling. He had celebrated far too hard last night after his triumph against his nemesis, the porn queen turned adult film mogul Zig Zag. He tried to massage his temples, but it only made the ache even worse, and felt his empty stomach lurch with the need to vomit up whatever was still simmering in there.

Despite the miserable sensation, it was all worth it, he thought. After what he had figured was going to be a miserably boring night staking out the home of Zig Zag's nephew, Christopher Cross, he had scored a seriously scathing set of pictures that was still stored in the hard drive on his digital camera, an Olympiad NX-100. It was one of the top-of-the-line cameras, and he had gotten it for a good price, including all the lenses he needed for his job. One of the features he hadn't really delved too much in was its unique wireless capabilities--to transmit the photos to any server or social media site they wanted with a few keystrokes, even a feature to use email.

That was where he had served the killing blow to that hated Zig Zag. He had learned of the young man during an outing at a mall, where he was being accompanied by Tracy and Stacy--porn stars with ZZ studios. He found out his relationship to Zig Zag and knew he had the means of getting some much needed payback to the tiger-skunk bitch who ruined his career. Staking out the kids home, he had thought originally he was going to get some pics of a porn star visiting the house after he learned that Chris' parents were going out on a retreat and leaving him behind. What he hadn't expected was being present to watch the Zig Zag visiting and later having incestuous sex with her young nephew, who apparently was also enjoying his Aunt's body as well. Having sex with someone wasn't a crime, even if it was with a boy who had just turned 18. It was however considered immoral to have sex with a close blood relative, regardless of age or consent. He didn't know of any actual law on the books saying you couldn't fuck your nephew, but societal norms were pretty resolute on the fact that it just wasn't proper.

He could have done it. A few quick button strokes on the camera and he could have had all of those pictures swirling into the net. It wouldn't take long for everyone to find out who they were and their relation before the firestorm of moral outrage was apparent. He didn't expect the kid to suffer much; hell, he might even get praise from his peers for banging his porn star Aunt. It would have been Zig Zag that would suffer the most and was his intended goal. He relished the idea of seeing the news reports of Zig Zag going to prison for her deviancy, and the destruction of her business, ZZ Studios. Incest would be frowned upon by the moral bigwigs, religious kooks and political fat cats who would demand she answer for this obviously unnatural act.

Relishing in his fantasies helped make the pounding in his head tolerable as he tried to sit up. As he did, however, he felt his stomach grumble and he fought back the urge to throw up immediately. He staggered to his feet and stumbled as quickly as he could to the bathroom, where he quickly disgorged something from his stomach in a thick throaty heave.

Bleary eyed and coughing, he tried not to stare into the bowl as he kept his mind on the future. Zig Zag wasn't going to jail just yet, but instead, Edgar kept the pictures to himself, save one. That one was sent to ZZ Studios with a threat: Prepare to pay up or I expose all of them to the world. He intended to make Zig Zag pay up the nose--maybe even in other ways too. It would be fun for him to force that tiger-striped bitch on her hands and knees and take his dick up her ass like the dirty slut she was.

Just like his boss liked it too, He mocked to himself. He had no respect for his homosexual boss, but he had to put up with him just so he could have a paycheck; but now, he wondered if he'd ever need to deal with Jackie now that he had a new meal ticket ready. No. He considered, Much as I hate that ass-fucking faggot, I like the job too much. He did in fact like being a reporter, even if what he did made him unpopular. He got the dirt on people that either ruined them or elevated them. His talent for tabloid reporting made him a lot of enemies, but he also liked the power of changing and destroying lives of the rich and famous. They all need to die and burn in hell. Zig Zag most of all.

He hated that woman so much, he often wondered what it would be like to destroy that stuck-up half-breed bitch and force her back onto the streets where he had once seen her. To see her forced to turn tricks to survive, knowing she was once powerful, rich and beloved only to one day die in a bug-infested dive where some client got too rough with her and left her naked and dead...

Edgar sat up and felt something. He was so deep in that vision of Zig Zag's demise he hadn't realized he was developing an erection. His striped boxers were not tented, his dick just poking out of the flap in the front and getting stiff. So I get an erection about seeing Zig Zag's death. God damn, I'm a sick bastard. And when he started to stand up and head back onto the couch, another thought occurred to him: He was a sick bastard--and he didn't mind in the least.

---

Sabrina skunk was as furious as Zig Zag ever seen of the girl. This normally meek and dour skunk-girl with the hot tits, geek beauty and sexy hips was practically trying to deck her. There was nothing sexual about it, much to Zig Zag's chagrin, in fact, she was thankful that Tina Lynx was trying to restrain her from clobbering her then and there.

"How could you do this?" Sabrina roared, eyes blazing with rage, "You've pulled some crazy crap in your days, Zig Zag, but you seriously crossed the line here!"

The 'crossing-of-the-line' was the fact that Zig Zag had went to the home of his Nephew while his parents were away, and the two had sex there in the living room couch. At the time, Zig Zag had actually enjoyed it, the idea of incest being a taboo had all but evaporated from her mind. It had been consensual; her nephew was a willing participant and was quite eager at it as well. What really got Sabrina up in arms was that she didn't see it the same way. Sabrina had been working at the studio for several years, and through all of that, she had never once slept with anyone from the studio, not even Zig Zag. There were times that she had flirted with Sabrina, teasing her, and one time she even tried to force her way onto her during a business trip. That resulted in Sabrina decking the tiger-skunk. She had apologized to Sabrina then, and the two became more than just employer and employee, but somewhat of friends. Still, for all the times Sabrina had been exposed to virtually every bit of film of what happened at the studio, Sabrina had kept herself chaste except for her husband, RC, who had no doubt had to suffer as she vented her pent up sexual tension on him.

"Sabrina," Zig Zag said calmly, hands held up in a gesture of submission, "You can be upset with me all you want, but what's done is done."

"How can you be so flippant?" Sabrina retorted sharply, "You slept with your nephew and some tabloid sleazeball took photos! There's no idea what this jerk has planned."

"I do." Tina interjected, still between the two, "He's going to either blackmail Zig Zag out of a lot of money, or he'll do what he threatened and destroy this business and all our jobs."

"Not to mention ruin Chris' life!" Sabrina said, eyeing Tina. "He's a young man and he's going to be a target now for as long as he lives." She looked back at Zig Zag, her cheeks burning furiously, "Did you ever consider that when you were seducing him?"

Now it was Zig Zag's turn to get mad, "I didn't seduce anyone! I told you it was consensual!"

"He's your Nephew, Zig Zag!"

"He's a consenting adult!"

"ENOUGH!"

He had been silent this whole time, but now all three women turned to see a young tiger-skunk man standing up, his icy blue eyes dark with brooding. If Zig Zag had been a guy, this is what she might have looked like: Tall, toned, his fur a brilliant snow white, but with silvery tiger-stripes all over his body. His skunk-tail was long and white, with twin rows of stripes also along the top. He looked up at the women, blue eyes staring back with intense frustration.

"Aunt Z is right, Sabs." Chris Cross said sternly, his voice depicting a young man of deep focus and pent up rage, "I consented to it, and it's done. Let it go."

"Chris," Sabrina started, "This isn't about..."

"Let. It. Go!"

Chris' tone was so harsh and forceful it surprised everyone. He was 18 years old and yet he sounded every bit a mature man now. Sabrina relaxed, obviously taken aback by Chris' cold words, realizing that he was suffering as much as everyone else was.

"What matters now is what do we do about Edgar and those photos." He said sourly.

Edgar Holmes--the sleazeball in question was a reporter from Zig Zag's past, and someone she considered an enemy. In the past when Zig Zag was starting ZZ studios, Edgar had tried to dig up dirt on the tiger-skunk, no doubt to try to sell papers and make a name for himself. He had gone so far as to stalk Aunt Z for several months before she filed a restraining order on him and filed legal action against the paper he worked with. The pressure had been so intense that the paper fired Edgar, and as a result, the rat had personally blamed Zig Zag for ruining his career and vowed revenge.

Now he had it, in the form of several photos stored on his digital camera that showed Chris and Zig Zag involved in an incestuous affair at his home. It had been one of the worst-case scenarios that he had dreaded, but had felt that it was worth it to be with his Aunt sexually. Edgar had sent an email to ZZ Studios showing off one of the pictures and threatening to expose them if he wasn't duly compensated. Thankfully Sabrina had stopped the email before it had become public among the studios, but now she had learned about the relationship and was furious at her boss.

"There's nothing we can do, Chris." Sabrina said, sighing dejectedly, "The picture he sent was pretty clear. He has us dead to rights."

"He has Aunt Z." Chris corrected. "And me."

"It includes us too." Tina interjected, "If her reputation is shattered, the studio will fall apart."

There was truth to that. Aunt Z was the embodiment of the Studios, and being seen having incest with a nephew barely half her age was something only the scummiest porn studios would have trouble doing. Adult entertainment had no problem doing movies about incest, but it was often with actresses who weren't actual blood relatives. The real thing was something that even these kind of businesses frowned upon.

"Well there's got to be something we can do." Tina intoned. "We can't cater to blackmail like this."

"Why not?" Chris asked.

"Because," Tina explained, "Edgar will demand something small at first--probably few hundred grand at first, probably to have a girl or two to play with. Might even force Zig Zag to do stuff for him. Then as it goes on, he'll demand more and more, until he'll demand something that we can't give him. We say 'fuck you' and he triggers the dead-man switch."

Damn. Chris thought, realizing she was right. He was to blame for all this. He could have said no to his Aunt--told her that this was wrong and it was a one-time thing. But he loved his aunt in more than just kinship. He wanted to be with her, and when she had also felt the same way, it was magical. Now the magic they had was going to cost his Aunt her reputation, her body, probably everything else.

A thought crossed his mind and he looked to Sabrina, "Sabs. Can we check the photo's metadata?"

"Meta-what?" Zig Zag asked.

As Sabrina pulled up a laptop she carried in her bag, Chris explained to Tina and Aunt Z that all modern photos had what was called 'metadata', which was data that specifically was marked on digital images to show information on that image, which included the make and model of the camera that took it.

"Why would that help any?" Tina asked as Sabrina worked her magic on the laptop.

"Right now," Chris said, peeking over Sabrina's shoulder, "If we can find any type of clue or hint, we might have a chance to stop this lunatic from ruining Aunt Z and the Studio." Chris's determination was focused more on his Aunt than the studio.

Sabrina brought up the image and opened its properties in one of the photo applications installed. The data appeared before them and Chris skimmed over it.

"Date's about right...time's accurate..." He noticed that several tags were left unused; a common mistake for amateur photographers and the uninitiated to modern technology. A professional would have the camera specially tagged to automatically add the photographer's name and personal information, to protect it from future copyright issues.

"No 'date modified'..." Sabrina remarked.

"Yeah...so he sent us the original. Sloppy work."

"I know Edgar some." Zig Zag said, "Guy was a scumbag, but he always used a film camera in the past. Digital shit like this is probably like a monkey trying to learn Algebra."

Old fashioned, Chris considered inwardly. "That makes sense if he's an older man. Chances are he's not very literate with modern cameras."

Sabrina looked up at Chris, "You think this Edgar guy didn't take precautions?"

Chris smirked some, "He's puffed up with arrogance. Probably was out celebrating last night and never bothered to back up his photos."

Sabrina shrugged, "Maybe, but he must have by now. If he had any brains in his head, he'd have backed up everything on a hard drive of flash drive by now."

Zig Zag shook her head, "Not Edgar. The guy is an idiot. Probably wouldn't know what a flash drive is."

"We can't take that chance." Sabrina barked annoyingly.

"You and I both would do something like that, Sabs." Chris said soothingly, "But think about Aunt Z. She knows the guy, they're practically the same era. Do the math."

Zig Zag wasn't sure if she was being insulted, but Sabrina nodded as she pondered it.

"I suppose. It took me a long time to get her familiar with using a stupid web cam." And now she hardly ever masturbates without it on and live-streaming, Sabrina thought with a scowl. Still, Chris had a point that if Zig Zag had a problem with technology, Edgar would too, and worse than her, he might not have anyone to help him. "It's quite a long-shot, Chris, but possible."

It was a long-shot, but if they could somehow get a hold of the data on the camera or the camera itself, they could take away Edgar's evidence; but, Sabrina was right in that he could have backed them up by now. The metadata however, told him that it hadn't been modified recently. That didn't mean that he didn't send the email and then backed up, modifying the metadata automatically.

Something caught Chris' eye and he stared at the data again, "Sabrina..look there." He pointed at a tag on the metadata.

Camera Data: Olympiad NX-100 SR

Both Chris and Sabrina turned to look at each other and said together, "The Olympiad!"

Tina and Zig Zag looked at the two nerds incredulously, "What are you two talking about?" Tina said.

"That idiot was using an Olympiad NX-100 camera!" Sabrina chimed in. "It's a camera with a lot of features; wireless transmission, optic zoom...you can email from them as well."

"So?" Zig Zag said shrugging, oblivious to what they were saying. "I got a smartphone that can do most of that."

Chris smiled broadly, "If Edgar is as tech-illiterate as you say he must be, we might have a chance. He might not realize something about the camera that could get us off the hook." He looked back at Sabrina, "Can you get me the specs?"

Sabrina's fingers flew over the keyboard, "Getting them now."

"And check that forum we saw about the NX. Check to see if the firmware update had come out yet."

"It's not an automatic download." Sabrina commented, "Edgar would have to connect to the net and get the update." She found the web-page and was scanning it fast. A smile crept onto her face, "YES! They haven't brought it out yet!"

"You sure?" Chris said and looked at the page. "Good! We got a chance. We just need to get the application."

Sabrina frowned, "That might be tricky. They disabled the download pending the firmware update."

"Can you get RC to find it?" Chris asked, "He's got connections to hackers."

"Yeah." Sabrina replied, "And I'm sure he can find an old app."

Sabrina and Chris might as well have been speaking Swahili as both Tina and Zig Zag was looking confused at all the geek-speak, "What are you two talking about?" Tina cried out in exasperation.

Chris turned to look at Aunt Z and Tina. If this was going to pull off, Chris had to confirm some things; but, how would he do it? It would mean getting close to Edgar and seeing the pictures as well.

After a moment of thought, Chris was on his own phone, punching buttons, "I need to set a meeting with Edgar."

"What? NO!" Tina retorted. "I don't want you anywhere near that asshole!"

"I need to know some things," Chris said, still tapping on his phone, "and the only way to know for sure is a face-to-face."

"He'll never let you near him." Zig Zag exclaimed.

"I have a better chance of meeting him than anyone else." Chris said with a sly wink, "I'm a naïve young man, not a streetwise porn starlet. He'll be more likely to think me less of a threat than anyone else."

"I don't like it, Chris." Tina intoned.

"Well that's the problem, isn't it?" He said finishing the quick email, "I'm an adult now, so I can do whatever I wish."

-2-

It was a local coffee shop where Edgar had been instructed in the email to wait for the young tiger-skunk. The email was sent an hour ago and while still somewhat groggy from his hangover, he at least had the senses to clean himself up and have this visit. Besides, Chris offered him a coffee, and Edgar did need a good stiff one.

When he came into the door, it didn't take much time to spot the young man. A handsome young teenager with white fur and tiger-stripes stuck out like a sore thumb. It didn't hurt that several young ladies around had their chairs turned to allow them a good view of the young man either.

Some kids get all the luck, Edgar scowled as he stepped up to Chris.

"You must be Mr. Holmes." Chris stood and held out his hand.

At least he's polite. Edgar took his hand and squeezed him hard to exude some dominance. The boy was young and probably dumb, otherwise he would have never agreed to this meeting. Most likely his aunt probably wanted him to see who he was going to ruin and thought she could strum his heartstrings. Good thing he didn't have any.

"I believe I was promised some coffee?" He wasn't about to play this kid's game. He was holding all the cards now and no snot-nosed punk was going to play him.

Chris nodded and called for a nearby waitress, "Coffee for him." he pointed to Edgar then turned to him. "How do you take it?" He asked.

"like my women." Edgar said with a toothy grin, "Black and Hot."

The waitress scowled at the sexist remark and stormed off. Chris seemed unfazed as he turned back to the reporter.

"So you have it?" Chris asked, getting down to business.

Edgar nodded, pulling out the camera from under his coat, "Right here kid. All the juicy bits." He leaned over and turned the camera around, showing the screen. "See for yourself?"

Edgar clumsily hit the buttons and scrolled through the photos. Chris' heart sank as he saw the various shots. They were pretty clear and from the data on the screen, high resolution and ideal for publishing. Chris had planned what to say and do during this meeting, knowing that if he slipped a bit, he could risk everything. Keep it together, Christopher. He thought, mentally psyching himself up.

Chris frowned as he looked at Edgar, "You got me dead to rights, Mr. Holmes."

The rat looked sympathetic at Chris, "Ah, don't think of it that way, kid. Only person who is going to suffer is that bi...I mean, you're aunt. She's corrupted you, and you were just some piece of meat for her to use. I'm doing you a favor."

"A favor?" Chris looked hurt. "You're going to ruin her life and everyone at the studio." He had to force his voice down, not wanting the rest of the coffee house to overhear.

Edgar however was not so considerate, "That bitch aunt of yours ruined mine first, kid!" he roared, causing heads to turn his way, "I'm just returning the favor, and if I got to break some eggs, than so be it!" He clutched the camera protectively, "And this baby is going to make me ruin that skank tiger-skunk, and no one, not you, not that faggot publisher of mine, or anyone is going to stop me from making her life a living hell!"

All the eyes were on the rat and instead of waiting for his coffee, he stormed out, the camera hugged to his chest.

The waitress returned with the coffee and Chris paid her plus a generous tip.

"You need something, sugah?" The young girl, a slight white rabbit doe asked.

A bath for one. Chris thought, shaking his head at the waitress. The rat stank of booze and cigarette smoke and it made Chris' nostrils burn. "No, thank you. Sorry you had to put up with him."

The young girl smiled and handed Chris a slip of paper, "It might be worth it." She winked, twirled and walked off, her hips moving just a bit more than usual.

Curious, Chris took the slip of paper and felt his cheeks burn. It was the young girl's phone number. I am never going to get used to this.

He took the paper and on the other side, quickly scribbled another number on it, one he had quickly memorized when Edgar showed off the camera. It was one of the other major flaws with the Olympiad NX-100 that he had been grateful for, and one that would be able to possibly end this fiasco.

The other was seeing Edgar in person. He was filthy, smelled of alcohol, and was completely intolerant--exactly how Aunt Z depicted him. Based off how he used that camera and how he coveted it so dearly, Chris felt more confident about what to do next.

He slipped the paper into his wallet and stood up. As he was starting to leave, he considered a moment then turned to look at the waitress. She was slim and cute, with tied back blonde hair. When she noticed his gaze, the young waitress turned back to face him and smiled. He brushed the silvery bang from his one eye and gave her a seductive wink and smirk. Stunned, she became so distracted that she bumped into another customer and spilled a cup of coffee on the ground she was going to deliver. Chris left the coffee house a midst her apologizing profusely and cleaning the mess.

I may not get used to this, he thought, But I could learn to enjoy it.

---

Zig Zag paced nervously, trying to go through the options in her head. Sabrina had left for her office to try to find out more that Chris had asked for, while Tina sat on the couch and watched her boss.

"Would you sit down, Zigs!" Tina finally erupted, "You're making me anxious now!"

"You're not the one who has to plan a murder." Zig retorted.

Tina looked up at Zig over her sunglasses, "You better be joking."

"I don't see any other way out of this, Tina."

She had never seen Zig Zag this worked up since long ago. Several years back, Sabrina had been attacked by a badger who she had unwittingly foiled a mugging by hitting him with her skunk musk. She had encountered the guy again and had been brutally beaten and stabbed by the badger. Sabrina had survived the attack, but Zig Zag had been infuriated beyond anything she had ever seen. Her boss hunted down and found the badger then pounded the mugger within an inch of his own life, threatening to do more if he ever came near her friends again. Zig Zag was eventually found and arrested for the assault, as did the badger for the robbery and assault on Sabrina; and while the badger implicated Zig Zag, she had only gotten a light sentence: time served and forced to take anger management classes. The Badger had served his sentence to this day but was never seen again. That was one of the only times Zig Zag truly lost her cool, and now she had looked even worse. If she was saying she was planning a murder, Tina was taking it as truth.

"You try anything like that, Zigs and you'll be going to jail for the rest of your life."

Zig Zag whirled on Tina, eyes going moist with tears, "If it means Chris is safe, then so be it!"

Standing up, Tina Lynx walked up and grabbed the Tiger-skunk around the waist, pulling her in for a warm loving kiss. Zig Zag resisted for a moment, then kissed her back hard.

"It wont come to that, Zigs."

Zig Zag suddenly broke down, sobbing against Tina's shoulder.

"This is all my fault, Tina." she said, anxiety obvious in her cracked voice, "I knew it was wrong and did it anyway."

"I get it, Zigs." Tina said after pulling her out to see her face. "You're sorry. I got it now." One thing Tina had never seen other than her boss angry, was seeing her crying, and that made it worse: If tough-minded Zig Zag was blubbering like a kid, than it was a really bad situation.

Suddenly, Chris opened the door and exclaimed, "I think we really got a chance, Aunt Z!"

Zig Zag and Tina were still holding each other and Chris' eyebrows raised, "I'm...sorry. Was I disturbing something?"

Tina stepped in front of Zig Zag, blocking Chris from seeing her tears and gave him a smirk, "I was just going to help take your aunt's mind off things by going down on her" she teased, "Care to watch?"

Chris pulled out his phone, "Maybe later." he started pushing buttons, leaving the two women shocked that anyone would pass seeing those two going at it, even if they weren't really.

He put the phone to his ear and talked, "RC? Chris. Yeah. I got the number, you got the app?" He waited a few seconds then grinned, "Awesome! Can you send it to me? Yes! I'll explain later if it works. Yeah, I got it..." another pause, "Ok...so install it and...yeah...thanks RC, I owe you one." And he ended the call.

"What was that all about?"

Turning to face his Aunt, he grinned, "Contact Edgar, Aunt Z. Tell him to meet us somewhere private and you'll discuss his demands, and that you'll want to see the pictures on the camera yourself."

"What?" Zig Zag exclaimed, "I'm not giving that rat-bastard a red cent!"

Chris held up his hand, palm forward to halt her tirade, "If everything goes as planned, Aunt Z, you won't need to." He looked back at his phone and grinned even wider.

"Make the call, Aunt Z." Chris said enthusiastically, "Time to go bait the trap."

-3-

Edgar Holmes leaned against the hood of his car, wrapping his trench-coat around him. A cigarette was dangling from the side of his mouth and he was puffing on it excitedly. Zig Zag had contacted him to meet tonight at this address to hear his demands, only asking for a look at the pictures on the camera as insurance that they were there.

Obviously, that bitch was using her own nephew to try to garner sympathy in some lame attempt to win him over. That might have worked for the younger inexperienced Edgar, but this one wasn't going to be suckered by some big eyed kid. He was going to rake this skank over the coals and if he had to, was going to burn the kid along with her to get her.

He waited for several minutes when a very unique car drove into the parking garage where he was waiting. It had the trademark white with black tiger-stripes along it, and a large ZZ Studios logo on the hood.

Egotistical bitch, he declared to himself. He was going to love seeing how she was going to humble herself to him. Maybe he'll even let the bitch suck his cock tonight as a down payment.

The car's lights dimmed and the engine died. The driver door opened and Zig Zag stepped out of the car, dressed all in a tight fitting black cat suit. She had a fiery look of hate in her eyes and as she strutted over in her heeled boots, he could see she was trying to look tough.

"You're a real piece of work, Eddie." Zig Zag greeted, hands on her hips, "You'll do whatever you want to get your scoop, huh?"

Intimidation, huh? Two can play this game.

"Nah, Zig Zag," he replied, "This is personal. I haven't forgotten the shit you pulled back when I was at the Post."

"You know damn well what you were doing and you did it anyway."

"I was doing my fucking job, bitch!" Edgar roared in anger, "And you took that away from me with your pussy-ass legal bullshit! Now I got you by the tits and I plan to squeeze them dry!"

She scowled hard, still looking defiant, "And you'll ruin a lot of lives in the process, including my nephew?"

"Collateral damage, Zig Zag." He said, feigning sympathy. "He needs to learn that reality is a bitch."

"And what's your boss going to say when I call him out on this?" Zig Zag threatened, "He'll throw your ass out faster than you can think."

Edgar laughed, "That faggot doesn't have the balls to do real journalism! He'd probably demand I get rid of these photos rather than deal with getting sued out of business. All those times taking dicks up the ass has made him a pussy. Besides, this isn't business, Zigs--it's pleasure!"

The way he said 'pleasure' made Zig cringe. She was pretty sure she would have to do something pretty nasty today, but anything involving making that rat cum she would not do.

"Alright then." She said, trying not to sound defeated just yet, "I want to see those pics."

"Fuck you!" Edgar blurted out, "Your pretty little fuck toy saw them, you can take his word for it." he patted his chest, "These babies aren't going anywhere near you."

"They don't have to anymore."

Edgar frowned, hearing the new but familiar voice as another figure emerged from the car. Christopher cross stepped out, his arms crossed and smiling slyly.

"You brought the kid?" Edgar barked, "You thinking you can double-team me, bitch? I just have to hit a single button and these pics go all over the net."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Edgar." Chris responded. "Since the evidence you got against my aunt no longer exists."

Confused, Edgar shook his head, "Kid, you're delusional! I got all the evidence I need right here." he patted his chest again.

Chris continued to smile, looking even more defiantly, "Then I was right. You never made a back up copy, did you?"

Edgar looked worried now, "Why would I..." then Edgar's eyes got bigger, "No way...there's no way you can..."

Holding up his cell phone, Chris interrupted, "Oh but I'm afraid there is. I have to say I'm grateful you're such an egotistical prick, Mr. Holmes. You were so busy getting drunk last night, you never bothered to back up the pictures on your camera. It wouldn't have taken much, but considering how much you're protecting that camera, It's obvious you never did. Which made what I did next all the easier.

Edgar fumbled for his camera as Chris explained, "You use an Olympiad NX-100 camera. I recognized it from the internal metadata on the pic you sent us. It's a good camera too, especially for reporters who want to send photos to their editors or personal storage fast, with the wireless controls and all."

As he pulled the camera to his face, Edgar was looking at the screen on it and froze.

"Although it has one flaw." Chris continued, "Part of a firmware update that never was implemented yet but was planned on soon. If you knew about it, you might have taken precautions, but you were too busy celebrating probably."

Edgar was hammering at the buttons, sweat dripping from his face.

"The firmware update would have covered a security flaw with the phone app that was included with the camera." Chris explained further, holding up his own phone. "The app allows anyone who has the IP Address of the camera to access it remotely. A handy tool for doing group shots that included the operator. The IP address which is clearly displayed on the screen of your camera.

Edgar had no idea what an IP Address was, but the numbers on the bottom of the screen was enough to convince him of that, as well as what it said on his camera: No Photos.

Zig Zag was listening in, watching Edgar start to tremble with rage. She shivered slightly as she listened in.

"Fortunately," Chris said triumphantly, "I knew some people who could get me a copy of the app, and after our little visit this afternoon, I not only confirmed you having the pics, but also memorized the IP address so I can use it. I just needed Aunt Z here to buy a little time while I was close enough to access your camera and have it format your internal memory."

Chris grinned toothily as Edgar's face contorted in anger, "That means it cleans the drive completely, including all those photos you took."

Zig Zag couldn't stop feeling her face burn as she grinned victoriously. Was she getting turned on? She could feel her loins quiver, knowing that her nephew--her amazingly bright and devious nephew--just pulled the wool over the rat-bastard who was going to blackmail them both.Where had this sexy man come from, she wondered.

On the other side, Edgar erupted in a roar of unbridled rage and humiliation. He lifted the camera up high and hurled it to the ground, shattering it to pieces.

"YOU FUCKING SET ME UP!" He bellowed, his ears burning hot red with fury. "YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID TO ME, YOU FUCKING BRAT!"

Chris' smile turned to a determined frown, "I just stopped a psychopath from hurting my family." He held up the phone again and pushed a button, "But I'm not done yet with you, you son of a bitch!"

"And this baby is going to make me ruin that skank tiger-skunk, and no one, not you, not that faggot publisher of mine, or anyone is going to stop me from making her life a living hell!"

That voice made Edgar's ears wilt and the rage inside him simmered. Chris kept his gaze on him as another clip was heard:

"That faggot doesn't have the balls to do real journalism! He'd probably demand I get rid of these photos rather than deal with getting sued out of business. All those times taking dicks up the ass has made him a pussy."

"Wh...what the fuck?" Edgar stammered.

"I took the liberty of recording a few tidbits to just add a topping to this sweet bit of revenge, Mr. Holmes. You'll be delighted to know, however that I don't plan on blackmailing you with this."

Edgar was perplexed. Not like it would incriminate him any, but what was the kid planning? "You're not?"

"No. I'm not going to do anything underhanded about this at all. I've already sent these clips to several news agencies, including your own editor."

Edgar's heart plummeted, "You WHAT!?"

Zig Zag had to avoid not bursting out in laughter, gripping herself as she stepped closer to Chris.

Chris explained, "I'm sure you must understand that this is a new era, Mr. Holmes, and intolerance is something a lot of the media simply cannot tolerate anymore. Your editor hearing that we sent these comments out to social media as well as to himself will insure that no self-respecting newspaper will want to deal with an homophobic bigot anywhere."

"Y...you can't!" Edgar stuttered, dropping to his knees, the weight of what Chris had just done hitting him.

Christopher stepped closer to Edgar, just out of arm's reach. "Oh yes I can, Mr. Holmes, cause you did two stupid things here: One, you underestimated me." He knelt in front of Holmes and glared into his eyes, "And second...you don't fuck with my family!"

Edgar steamed with frustration. He indeed had underestimated that kid. He played him like a cheap fiddle using his looks to hide the fact that he was a cunning bastard. His face contorted into a seething look of increasing hatred when Edgar's phone chirped in his coat pocket. It broke the mesmerizing spell Chris had spun on Edgar's soul. Chris stood back up as Edgar fumbled for his pocket.

"I'd suspect," Chris said calmly, "that would be your editor. I'd take it if I were you. I'm sure you got something to discuss."

His hands trembling, Edgar pulled up his phone to his ear, "H-hello?"

Although they couldn't hear it all, seeing Edgar pull the phone back indicated he was getting a royal chewing out by his editor, Jackie. That was Chris' cue to step back and get into the car. Zig Zag went alongside her nephew and put her arm around his waist.

"Chris," she said with a seductive look, "We need to take a side trip."

Christopher looked at his Aunt with a curious look, "What for?"

Zig Zag's face met his and he saw the look of lust on her, "I think you need a special reward for tonight."

They said nothing more but went to the car, leaving a bewildered Edgar Holmes to argue with his phone and ponder the rest of what was left of his ruined career.

-epilogue-

Afterwards, Zig Zag rented a hotel in a private area of town. There, with assurances that they would not be disturbed, Aunt and Nephew had several wild hours of amazing sex. They were all over each other, drunk with revelry. Zig Zag was especially ferocious, seeing the way Chris handled her nemesis with such skill and style. Where the hell did this new Chris come from, she had wondered, trying to figure out how her nephew had grown so calculating and cool. As she felt him grab her ass while pounding it with his hips, relentlessly, all she could think at the moment was how good his cock felt buried inside her sex from behind.

Chris on the other paw, was relishing his victory, not just over Edgar, but over himself. He was finally embracing that part of him he was denying so long which he had been told by his mother to suppress all his life. He was handsome and hot, and he wanted to exploit that in so many ways, though right now all he wanted to do was fuck his Aunt in every way possible.

Although, Chris did admit to himself that knowing he was handsome came with a price. Like Edgar, he couldn't let his ego get too big, lest he suffer a fate much worse than he did. Aunt Z herself was in danger of ego as well, and he saw how it nearly exploded in her face this night had his quick thinking and knowledge of cameras saved them both from a terrible fate. He would make sure that despite enjoying being a handsome young man, Chris wasn't going to let it get to his head.

After several hours of non-stop sex, the two tiger-skunks collapsed on the bed, sweating and panting, their naked bodies nearly spent from the exertion. Zig Zag curled up next to Chris and kissed his mouth gently, cuddling up close to the young male while Chris returned the favor, his arms holding his aunt lovingly.

They said nothing for a long time before Chris finally could muster up a voice. "We dodged a serious bullet just now, Aunt Z."

Zig Zag looked at her nephew and nodded, the afterglow still making her giddy, "We did, Chris." The weight of what had happened barely registered on her awareness until now. How easily Edgar could have sent those photos to his editor or some other news organization and they'd both be trapped, arrested and humiliated before the eyes of the world. She would no doubt be ruined as a business and vilified as the equivalent of a child molester even if Chris was considered barely-legal.

Chris on the other hand would have his name smeared by his peers, knowing he had done something morally considered sinful. How many times during this had she gone through all the different situations that would occur? Her reputation shattered, her business gone, maybe even arrested and thrown in jail; and what of Chris? A life tainted by the idea that he had sex with his porn-star relative, hounded by the media, outcast among his peers save for the sexual deviants who would no doubt come out of the woodwork to cast him into some seedy sexual underworld. She shook her head at the thought and pulled him in close, wanting only to think about that beautiful young man's body against hers and the love they shared.

"We can't do this anymore." Chris finally said.

The words hit Zig Zag hard and she felt like protesting; but, when she looked up and saw the sad resolution in his eyes, she realized that he had been going through the same worst-case scenarios too. She sighed, laying back on the bed and looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah. Probably shouldn't." She agreed, "Though don't be surprised if I occasionally grab your ass or suck your dick in a corner some time in the future."

"Aunt Z..." Chris said chidingly. Even he knew what it was; Zig Zag inciting that rebellious nature of hers. There was not really going to be a last time with them, he realized. There had been something strong between them and just keeping it private was the best they could do. They would have to pick their spots, set up times when family and co-workers were around. It would be an odd relationship, but they would make it work.

Chris chuckled despite himself, "Well...we may just have to be extra careful then..." He said as he pulled his Aunt back in close and kissed her, "But don't be surprised if I find myself a girlfriend.."

"Don't worry, Chris." Zig Zag said, "I know when to back away. Just don't forget your lonely old aunt from time to time, okay?"

Chris nodded and before he could say anything else, Zig Zag climbed atop of him and straddled his waist, feeling his still stiff cock rub up against her furry sex..

"What are you..?" he asked surprised.

Zig Zag wiggled a bit atop of his cock, her large sexy tits jiggling slightly, "If this is going to be our 'last time', I want to make it last as long as possible."

With renewing strength and vigor, Chris reached up and grabbed his Aunt's big tits, squeezing them with expert care to make her moan while she guided his cock into her pussy once more.

"Last time?" He mused, resolving inside his heart as his shaft was enveloped into her, "Not for a pair of horny tiger-skunks."

-End-