Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The plan had come to Jason a couple days ago. As is often the case, simply by walking away from a problem, Jason's subconscious had time to work on it without bogging down his conscious mind.
This time, however, it wasn't a single problem that needed addressing. It was a confluence of issues that were threatening to derail his goal.
The goal was, of course, to get revenge on his mother, who, for the past decade, had taken every opportunity to ruin his life.
The issues were manifold.
First was the vehicle of his revenge. Through a series of fortunate events, Jason had been contracted to build an app that incorporated hypnotic tools and techniques.
After some preliminary testing on his younger sister, eighteen-year-old Evelin, Jason believed that he could use that app to effectively reprogram his mother and...
Well, to be honest, the next part wasn't clear. He wanted to punish and humiliate her. And he wanted to sexually dominate her. But, how that all played out was to be determined.
Regardless, he was, for all intents and purposes, finished with the app. He was contractually required to turn over all related assets to Holistic Audio Solutions, LLC. (HAS), the company which had hired him.
That meant he was about to lose access to the tool he had planned on using to exact his revenge.
The second issue was that even if he still had access to the tool, he wasn't sure how to use it on his mother.
He had learned while testing on Evelin that the best method of "attack" was to use an existing emotional trigger as a way into the subconscious.
For Evie, it had been her combined fears of being alone and losing her "man," which had allowed Jason to begin modifying her behavior.
He had gotten lucky with her, though, and he wasn't sure if he could chance similar luck with his mother.
Even so, he did have some insights—compliments of Evie—into the warped logic of his mother, Janice.
He had learned that her bizarre and cruel behavior might actually be some strange attempt to keep him from leaving home.
While that idea sounded absurd on its face, it began to make sense when considered in the context of Jason's father's death.
Janice, at least at some level, blamed herself for not keeping her husband home. As it pertained to her husband and lover, she seemed to believe that she should have been more focused on meeting his needs, particularly his sexual needs. Had she done that, according to her twisted logic born of grief, then he wouldn't have needed to live an adventurous life. And consequently would not have died while rock climbing.
Jason, however, was her son. And, at the time of the accident, he had been her thirteen-year-old son. How best can a mother keep her adolescent son home and out of trouble? Well, at least to Janice, the answer seemed to be by saddling him with chores.
Apparently, as far as Jason could determine, despite the intervening decade, Janice still considered her son to be that adolescent boy and, therefore, never bothered to update her tactics. Hense his miserable and overburdened life.
The third problem was Jason's current financial status...i.e., completely broke.
This contract, building the HAS app, was supposed to put some money in the bank. But, due to the customer's timeline, coupled with requirements that were slightly outside of Jason's skill set, he ended up spending most of his would-be profits hiring subcontractors.
With his most recent rent payment, Jason was now out of funds.
Of course, the obvious answer was to find another contract, but generally, they were paid upon completion (often with the money kept in escrow). Even if Jason could manage another arrangement like he had with HAS—smaller payments attached to project milestones—it would likely be at least a couple weeks before a new contract could be secured, then several more weeks before he got his first payout.
It was doubtful that he would be on time with next month's rent, and he had no idea how Janice would respond to that.
Those were the problems to which Jason needed a solution. Those were the problems that Jason's subconscious had been noodling on for days. And, those were the problems that had a single, elegant, and sexy solution...
Evie's voice.
During several of Jason's recent sexual encounters with his little sister, she had used her sexy and seductive voice to help push him over the edge.
Remarkable for an eighteen-year-old, Evelin could teach a masterclass to phone-sex operators. (If that profession even still existed...Jason had no idea.)
To be completely honest, Evie was actually only two-thirds of the equation. The other third was, believe it or not, Holistic Audio Solutions, LLC.
Like any good entrepreneur, Jason had read through the contract he'd signed... in detail.
And, while it had barely registered at the time, later, when he needed it, his subconscious had reminded him about a critical omission on their part.
Generally, indeed almost without fail, with a contract like what Jason did for HAS, the client owned everything. The intellectual property, naturally, any resulting patents, copyrights, and trademarks, certainly.
But, in addition to all that, the client always stipulated that they owned the code. They owned everything, right down to the last semicolon and curly-brace, including any derivative works.
This standard clause served two purposes. First, it protected the client from being sued by the developer for royalties, licensing fees, or any such nonsense.
Second, it ensured that same developer couldn't simply reuse the code for a competitor.
However, likely due to their inexperience in software development (or, more accurately, that of their lawyer), HAS had omitted any such language.
Now, to be fair, code is protected by copyright. And, in general, a commissioned work—including computer code—is owned by the client, not by the creator.
However, unlike, say... a painting or a piece of music, code can be modified with relative ease to create a distinctly new work while still functioning exactly like the original.
Put this all together, and it means that Jason could, with minimal effort, take the work he'd done for HAS and go into business himself.
The big difference, the central selling point that had him so excited, was Evie. They would use her sexy voice to record the audio programs.
Jason figured desperate, thirsty dudes all over the world were willing to spend untold millions supporting their favorite OnlyFans "star." So then surely he'd be able to make a decent living with a program that had a sexy woman whispering sweet nothings into their ears at night.
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Lying in bed, cuddling with his gorgeous younger sister, having just enjoyed her erotic ministrations, Jason laid out the entire plan.
Evie didn't even hesitate. She was on board, but she was just a little confused.
"Okay, so I get the gist of what you're saying. And, it seems like a solid plan...assuming we can get people to buy the app or whatever, but how does that help with Mom?"
"Two things," Jason replied with confidence, having anticipated his sister's confusion. "First, it brings in money. Right now, the only real leverage that Janice has over me is finances. She's managed to make sure my bank account is constantly drained."
