Chapter 3 -- Jin's Revenge
Author's note: This is a fetish story involving themes of female domination, humiliation, and sibling rivalry.
All characters are 18 years of age and above.
It was just past nine o'clock in the morning and Jin was sitting downstairs in the dining room eating a bowl of cereal. He had woken up late that day and was still wearing his Sonic The Hedgehog pajamas. At eighteen Jin was perhaps a little too old to be wearing video game themed pajamas but they were comfy, and he really did like Sonic. His mother, Lynn, had often chided him about it and tried to get him to wear something more "grown up", but Jin was determined to keep wearing these.
Nearby, his older sister, Lucy, was lounging on the living room sofa casually flipping through the pages of Vogue magazine. She had already eaten her breakfast and showered, and was now dressed in a pair of modest white shorts and a pale, yellow tank top, with her hair casually tied back in a pony tail. She had planned to search for jobs that morning but had gotten a little side tracked when she had found the latest issue of Vogue on the doorstep along with the rest of the mail.
Lucy was having trouble finding a job. The truth was that she wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life. At twenty-two it was perhaps a little late to be so undecided, but that was where she found herself. She had completed her MBA a few months ago, but it was never something that had really appealed to her. As with many of the things in her life she had simply done it to please her parents and maintain the high standards of academic achievement that they demanded form their children. Now however, as she found herself slowly growing into an adult, she wanted to make her own choices. That was why, much to her parents' aggravation, she had rejected her father's offer to come and intern at his marketing firm. She didn't want that for herself, the thought of once again submitting to her parent's wishes was just too much for her.
Suddenly, there was an audible cry from upstairs and Jin froze, his spoonful of Fruit Loops dangling in mid air. Was today the day? He wondered to himself.
The day!
It had taken so much time and effort to plan everything out, to have it just the way he wanted it, and yet for three consecutive days he had faced nothing but bitter disappointments. None of that mattered now though, if today was indeed the day then he had more important things to think about. He felt excited and nervous at the same time, constantly glancing back and forth from the stairs to his
A few moments later their mother came storming down those stairs with Lucy's cell phone in her hand. She threw the phone down on the sofa next to Lucy and demanded, "What is the meaning of this?"
Started and confused, Lucy looked up at her mother and then down at her phone. Her mouth dropped open in horror when she saw the picture of Mike Caller's penis on the screen. It was a picture that he had sent her a few weeks ago, and one that she had proudly flaunted in front of her friends.
"How did you find that?" asked Lucy, sitting up. She knew that her mother liked to snoop through her belongings, including her phone, and so she kept a separate, passport-protected folder on her phone for some of the more questionable things that she had.
"Why did you have this filthy picture on your phone Lucy?" her mother asked again, her voice steadily rising.
At 5'2'' Lynn was about the same height as her daughter. She was forty-nine years old with a strict, governess-like face, accentuated by her Asian features. Her voice was sharp and piercing, and still bore just the slightest hint of an accent. She had a slim figure, with small, medium sized breasts and lush, dark hair that fell down over her shoulders. That morning she was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater and dark, blue jeans along with her usual red lipstick and slight touches of make-up.
"It's...it's not mine," said Lucy, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Do not lie to me," said Lynn. She was not a flamboyant woman, not the type of person to wave her hands about or gesticulate, but instead she expressed herself through her eyes, and at that moment she was glaring down at Lucy.
"I'm not..." said Lucy.
"Do you think I don't know when you are lying?!"
"Someone sent it to me, okay."
"Who? Who sent you this filth? Was it Sarah?" asked her mother. Lynn had never really liked Sarah; in her mind the girl, like most American teenagers, lacked discipline. The clothes that Sarah wore and the way that she acted in public was often shameful and Lynn had long feared that she was having a negative influence on her daughter.
The truth, of course, was quite the opposite, it was Lucy who often corrupted and influenced Sarah, but Lynn had not realized that as yet.
"It wasn't Sarah," said Lucy, not wanting to get her friend in trouble.
"Then who?"
"Just somebody from university...I don't know. People send stuff like that all the time."
"Well I have never received such a thing, your father has never received such things," she turned towards Jin, "Jin, have you ever gotten perverse images on your phone?"
Jin gulped; he had not wanted to be involved in this conversation. "No," he said, meekly.
"I'll be checking your phone later," said Lynn, "Hopefully I don't find that both my children are liars."
Jin looked back down into his cereal bowl thankful that he really did not have anything incriminating on his cell phone. Though part of him was secretly enjoying all of this he knew that he needed to be careful; he was playing with fire. If either his mother or sister got wind of the fact that he was behind this then he risked getting horribly burned.
"I'm not lying," said Lucy, defiantly. She was staring to get upset. She wasn't a child anymore and she hated that her mother kept treating her like one. "And so what if I did have that picture on my phone, it's my phone. You shouldn't' be looking through my personal property."
Lucy reached out to grab her phone but her mother snatched it away before she could.
"Your personal property?" said Lynn, surprised by her daughter's arrogance. "Did you forget who bought you this phone, and whose house it is in?"
