The idea for this story came from a reader, Affinajoseph. She asked me to write a story for her and helped with the basic idea, imagining herself as the main character and wanted me to 'tantalize' her with a plot. This is the result.
I do not usually preface my stories much, but based on comments from some of my recent stories I feel the need to add a few warnings. This is a NONCONSENT story that contains elements of incest and outright sadism even among family. There is spanking, brutality and forced feminization. The characters are not nice so don't complain later they are not 'likable'.
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Dr. Jasmine Patel Reynolds stood just outside of customs at LaGuardia airport in New York City. She was waiting for her cousin to clear entry into the US.
Jasmine's emotions were mixed. Part of her regretted letting her mother and aunt play on her sense of devotion to family and browbeat her into 'volunteering' to sponsor her older male cousin's immigration to America.
On the other hand, she was delighted that the man had lost his whole life and had to leave his native country. Now he had to accept the help of his closest relatives. Jasmine would love to see the man grovel.
Milan Patel Rao was the sole son of her mother's elder sister. It was an understatement to say he had always been a bit of an ass to her growing up. Jasmine had to deal with his subtle and not so subtle bullying for most of her life.
Jasmine's mother had married an American businessman and emigrated herself almost thirty years earlier, but she felt such a sense of pride in her Indian heritage she insisted her daughter bear the family name of Patel, albeit as a middle name. To connect with her ancestral home, from the age of seven Jasmine spent her summer vacations from school with her aunt in their family home in Chennai, India. As a result, Jasmine was well versed in both the language and culture of her mother's native country.
Part of that culture grated on Jasmine's sensibilities. As a female in a patriarchal society she felt demeaned. In the US, 'girl power' was her motto. While in India she was expected to be more subtle and assume a slightly subservient or at least separate role. She was a skilled soccer player but could not play with the boys in India like she could back home. She suspected Milan could have helped her efforts to be accepted but he was not at all supportive of his half-American female cousin.
Indeed, he was one of her worst detractors. He constantly told her she was a mere girl fit only to work in a household. When Jasmine later announced she intended to go to medical school, Milan had scoffed and suggested she was better suited to be a nurse as that befit a woman. When she succeeded with her schooling, he asked if she was going to practice gynecology. Although she originally wanted to be a surgeon, she told Milan in front of family and friends she was going to be a proctologist because she was used to dealing with assholes like him. The insult did not sit well.
But now he needed Jasmine's help and both her mother and auntie expected her to step up. Jasmine was not told the entire story behind Milan's quick exodus. She suspected her mother did not know all the details but apparently Milan had run afoul an influential 'businessman'. She read that to be a semi gangster. Milan's mother had paid his debt but he was 'encouraged' to leave the country for his continued health.
"Mom! Milan's an ass. He treated me like crap whenever I'd visit. He'd either ignore me or make me to do his chores, especially what he called women's work. He'd ridicule me whenever I dared argue back and continually picked on me. How can you and Auntie seriously expect me to let him move in with me?" Jasmine had complained.
"Yes. Milan has embraced the stereotypical Indian man's role and attitudes. And while he may be a bit of an ass by our standards here, his thinking is not all that different from others there. That society simply defines roles differently. But Milan is family and he needs our help." her mother had said. "I cannot be actively involved since I am seeking re-election. I do not have the time and it might not present well with the voters." Affina Patel Reynolds was a second term Congress-woman from South Carolina. "You have finished with your residency and as his only other family here, it falls to you to step forward and help him."
"I'll do it for you and Auntie, but I'm gonna warn you, Mom." Jasmine gritted. "If that boy tries to mess with me, I'm gonna boot him in the balls."
Affina Reynolds laughed at Jasmine's reference to Milan as a 'boy' as he was three years senior to Jasmine at the age of thirty. She shrugged at her daughter's threat to boot Milan's balls, knowing her daughter had grown into a tough, self-assured woman and might just carry out her threat if provoked.
Privately, Jasmine considered kicking her asshole cousin in the goolies an arousing proposition. She almost hoped he would live up to her expectations and display his former attitudes. She'd teach him a lesson he'd never forget. As she imagined the possibilities, she realized her nipples were erect and her vagina was moistening. That evening in bed Jasmine fingered herself to orgasm imagining the scene where Milan writhed on the ground holding his balls begging her not to hurt him any more.
Milan stepped through the gate carrying a backpack and pulling a larger wheeled suitcase. "Hello, cousin." he greeted Jasmine. "I want to thank you in advance for your support. I should not need too much help nor for too long. I am sure I can establish myself quickly." added the overly confident man.
Jasmine reached for the backpack. "It might be a little heavy for you." Milan offered salaciously. "Perhaps pulling the suitcase on rollers will be easier for a woman to handle." Jasmine squinted at the slight and slung the backpack over one shoulder. She grinned at the surprise on Milan's face when he realized she was a very strong woman.
"I took the week off to drive up here for a little mini-vacation." Jasmine explained. "I have not been to New York for a few years. I have a hotel room reserved. I can park my car there and we can take the subway into the city. I want to look around. You might enjoy seeing a bit of the city. It is much different from where I live in South Carolina."
Milan was a bit shocked when he saw the two queen sized beds and realized Jasmine intended they share a room. A bathroom and small sitting area off to one side completed their accommodations. "Why are we sharing a room? Do you think it is proper?" he asked.
