Chapter One: The Four Fetishes
Jay’s older step-sister, Talia, fanned herself with a sheet of paper, while sitting on the couch watching television with her younger brother Jay. Today, the AC wasn’t working. The two of them were too lazy to haul out the fan from the cupboard at the other end of the house.
Talia was older than Jay by one and a half years, she was in her first year of university while Jay had nearly finished highschool. It was a hot summer’s day with classes on break.
Talia had wavy honey brown hair, today she had messy bed hair, partly pulled into a ponytail with strands just in front of her ears. She had mischievous green eyes, accentuated by some dark lashes. Her frame was slender and her breasts had blossomed into some perky B cups by the time Jay entered teenagehood.
She was wearing a purple shirt that exposed some midriff at the front, showing some slight cleavage and peach fuzz that reached from below her waistline to her ribs. In the midday light, the short hairs shone like gold. She wore a pair of white cotton shorts, showing off her long bare legs, and some fuzzy purple socks. Jay occasionally stole glances at her ass from behind, her cleavage, her legs and especially her feet when she wasn’t looking. He felt ashamed about it, but, on days like these with no other distractions, who could blame him?
Jay, on the other hand, had inherited his mother’s blonde hair that covered half his ears. He was wearing a white t-shirt and some red shorts.
Talia Pulled her socks off her feet, “Damn it is hot in here.” She said and put her feet up on the couch and laid down with her head on a pillow as she checked her phone.
Jay glanced down and admired her feet, they were pale, but with a dark pink colouration around the soles, pads and bottoms of her round toes. They were so soft looking, no wrinkles at all, with nice high arches. Right now they were covered in a sheen of sweat from being trapped in her socks for so long. Her toenails still had a faded turquoise blue polish. And she was wearing a silver toe ring around the fourth toe of her right foot.
“Are you going to stare at my feet all day?” She asked accusingly. Jay looked up at her face. She had put her phone away and had a smirk on her face.
Jay felt his stomach jump. Time seemed to slow down as he came up with a plan to save his dignity. “No, I was planning on doing this!” He said, darting his hands towards her.
Jay tickled her feet. If there was one thing they had in common, it was how incredibly ticklish they both were. Talia instantly started laughing and squirming around. Jay scooted closer to her and skirted his fingertips across her belly and sides. Uncontrollable giggling and laughter escaped her mouth. After several seconds, Jay relinquished control as she pushed him away and tried to tickle him back.
‘I wonder if she bought that’, thought Jay.
“You should watch it with my feet so close to your lap.” She said, eyes at his crotch with a wry smile.
“Yeah right.” he says, trying to brush it off.
“I’m being serious, one little misstep and you and your balls will <i>probably</i> regret it.”
“You wouldn’t.” He retorted.
“Yeah I would, seems like the perfect way to stop you tickling me.” She teased. “Ohhh my poor balls!” she moaned, imitating testicular pain while holding her lower abdomen, close to her crotch. “Too bad for me though, you guys are always protecting yourselves.”
“Hmm I still think you wouldn’t.”
“Yeah? You don’t remember? I threatened to once and that sorted you right out.”
“Nope, and I don’t think that ever happened.” He retorted, his pride and pride as a man on the line.
“What about Kristine?” Talia asked. Kristine was Jay’s younger sister and Talia’s step-sister.
Jay replied, “Kristy and I would never fight like that.”
Talia perked up, suddenly interested in the conversation. “No girls racked up any balls at your school? Or threatened you?”
“No, I don’t think they did that to anyone, and quite the opposite in fact.”
“Huhhh?” Talia said, making her sound that indicated to him she wanted to hear more.
Jay recounted to his sister the time he wore tight blue speedos to swimming class at school. The athletes on the team all wore the same, but he was still made fun of by a few guys that wore loose swimming trunks. It was at a time when he had just come out of a breaststroke race and sat down on the row of steps. His friends were not there at the time and he only had a few classmates for company. Then some idiot dared the girl beside him to punch him in the balls.
“Punch him in the balls!” The guy blurted out behind him.
The girl quickly said no, looking away embarrassed. Jay left out the part where he kept his legs open in defiance the whole time, and realized afterwards that he felt more disappointed than relieved that she didn’t do it.
“Haha! Really?” exclaimed Talia, “she should have called me over, I would have done it.”
Now Jay was imagining in his memory Talia walking over to him in her swimsuit, and kneeling on one knee in front of him and slapping his speedo pouch. or better yet, simply kicking him, creating a wet smack for all to hear. Now he imagined himself curling up in sweet agony at her feet as she and her friends laughed at him.
“No time like the present, eh?” Talia teased looking across from him on the couch. Jokingly balling her fist and lifting her leg.
Jay grabbed her feet and arm and pushed them away to her side.
Satisfied and now done with teasing him, Talia went back to checking instagram. Knees bent, her pretty feet out of his reach.
Jay let out a sigh of relief in his head. What an embarrassing subject to talk about. Maybe now he could calm down, forget about what happened by watching television, which had finally finished its commercials.
Jay was watching a movie called Chuno, a Korean film that appeared while he was channel surfing. it was uncommon for the two siblings to watch something together; but Talia was bored.
A scene came up where the main character, a warrior with a sword, approaches an unarmed woman wearing a traditional red dress. The scene was taking place on a rooftop. The man puts his sword away, unthreatened by the woman, only for the woman to bring out a knee-high boot from under her dress into the crotch of his pants. The man groans and yelps, only to fall off the roof and roll around in agony on the floor.
Talia sniggered at the scene. “What a coincidence eh, what's wrong? Having sympathy pains?”
Jay’s emotions came flooding back to him.
“No, thats just a dumb 90’s thing that everyone thought was funny for a time, I bet it’s not even that bad.”
“Care to find out then?” Talia asked incredulously.
Jay spoke without thinking, “go for it.”
She moved her left foot menacingly over his lap. “You know, this is called an axel kick.” The back of her heel thumped into his dick. Causing Jay to jolt a little. “How does that feel?” She asked, a disappointed look on her face.
“Uh, I dunno.” He said dumbly.
“Oh too bad I missed them, and hit something else,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “Well, maybe next time,” she said as she clasped her hands together.
“What, what next time?”
“Oh yeah, the next time you piss me off, Crunch!” She exclaimed.
“It wouldn’t make that sound,” he retorted
“Alright, alright, probably not a crunch,” she countered, shaking her head and smirking.
“I don’t want you doing that when I least expect it, can’t you do it now?” He heard himself say, thinking Talia wouldn’t go with it.
“Okay then, face me on the couch and put your legs at my sides.” Jay did as she asked. Talia lined her bare foot up, aiming it so the sole of her foot would slam into his testicles.
“Don’t you dare wimp out on me” she said, and grabbed his wrists firmly. “Ready?” She asked him with a gleam in her eye.
The anticipation was too much for Jay, Talia seemed to be enjoying this, ‘would she do it as hard as she could? Will her toes mash into the rest of my manhood?’ her leg looked to be tensed up quite a bit.
“Pancakes are ready!” Their mother Irin called out from the kitchen, and poked her head around the corner. The timing couldn’t have been worse. Or couldn’t have been better which way you look at it. Talia quickly moved her feet away to the floor to get up, trying her best poker face. Irin caught the movement, and saw Jay on his back facing her. Irin made a quizzical frown on her face, but ignored it.
“This isn’t over you know,” Talia whispered back at him.
* * *
The two walked around the dividing wall to find themselves in the kitchen. Irin, having returned to the kitchen, was putting things away.
Irin had almost nordic features, blonde hair and a strong face. If you didn’t know better you’d think she would sound somewhat Swedish, which she didn’t. She was fairly wide in the hips and butt, but not overweight. She has aged well and looked attractive, being in her late 40s. “Something on your mind Jay?” She asked.
“There was this scene in a movie, mum. And we were discussing how, a kick, you know, down there, would not be the end of the world.” Jay answered.
“Oh, so that’s what you two were up to,” she said quietly. “Playing footsies…” she said even quieter. Talia tried glaring at him, but would not attract his attention. Then an idea came to her as Jay went up to the table and reached out to put pancakes on his plate. “You know that really hurts a man right? I can’t believe you were actually wondering about that.” Irin said, stifling a laugh.
Talia leapt behind Jay, grabbing his arms below his armpits from behind in a variation of the nelson maneuver. “I know of an easy way to find out right now,” she teased, pressing herself against his back. “The kitchen table is about your height to your groin, ready for some egg sandwidges!” She said, while she was trying to push his crotch into the corner of the kitchen countertop.
“No!” Jay exclaimed with a nervous laugh, “Tals, get off me!” He tried not to let himself get near the corner of the table. There was some playful struggle until Jay managed to push back against her.
“Don’t actually do that Talia, that’s mean.” Irin warned in a lighthearted way. She was more concerned that they would knock something over, or that they would really hurt themselves.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” She smirked, letting go of him. Even after more than several years, she still refrains from calling Irin ‘mum’ in front of her. Despite how much Talia accepts and appreciates her.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Irin inquired to Talia.
“Oh, right,” she said, putting some maple syrup on the pancakes and grabbing a fork.
“And…?” Irin inquired.
Talia sighed slightly, and was about to make a sarcastic apology to Jay. That was until she saw his amused smile. “And my baby brother has prevented the ‘end of the world’. He’s proven that no woman could ever take down the hero with a single strike,” She said. “Or maybe he’s more like the proud Achiles...” she reached out to poke him in the belly, but he turned so that she poked his side. “...Protecting his heel!”
“Well okay then,” Irin said, pursing her lips together in a half smile.
Talia took her plate of pancakes and left. Her bare feet making a slapping sound on the kitchen floor. Jay put some syrup and some icecream on his pancakes. He took his plate and was about to go back to the living room.
“Jay…” Irin called to him.
“Yes?” he said, as he spun around.
“I don’t want you to encourage her to do things like that. I’ve seen the way she acts around you sometimes,” She said, before continuing. “Once you overtook her in height, it’s as if she feels the need to reassert herself, you know, as the eldest amongst you three. You know she could send you to the hospital if she wanted to, by going for your testicles.”
“Really?” He asked, trying to act bemused.
“Yes really.”
“Tals was just playing around,” he said. “And she’s not that strong. Doesn’t she just stretch and do cardio?”
Irin asked instead, “What was the scene anyway that brought all this up anyway?”
“Uh, well, it was nothing really. The guy in the movie didn’t think much of a defenseless girl. But then she kicked him, not even aiming right in his baggy pants. But then he fell off a roof and rolled around in pain.”
“Well, there’s your answer.” Irin said. Jay had a look of embarrassment, but Irin must've mistaken his reaction for being unconvinced. “If you're really that curious and need to learn the hard way, I could show you how it feels. I won’t be as brutal as some girls out there can be, I can tell you that.”
Thinking, hoping the television was loud enough to drown out their conversation. “You’d do that?” He asked, feeling his mouth go slightly dry.
She blinked a few times. “It might be a bit of fun! And It would be nice to know I can still take down a man at my age,” she explained.
“Ah, sure mum. Go ahead,” He said.
“Pull your shorts up a little, it will help with my aim,” she suggested.
He looked down at her feet in her flip-flops as he did as she suggested. Irin put all her weight on one leg, and put the other leg back behind her, as if she were about to score a near post goal.
“Hang on, my poor legs aren’t quite up to kicking that high today. How about a knee instead?” He had no time to react as she stepped towards him. She held onto Jay’s shoulders and swung her knee between his legs.
On instinct, Jay moved his hips back, only to feel a soft, unfeelable impact to his baby-makers. “Ohhh” forming her lips into a perfect ‘o’ shape. “You moved back!” She said with a grin on her face. “stay still this time.” she said, pressing down on his shoulders lightly, as if to keep him in place.
Suddenly, he became incredibly embarrassed about how intimate this was. “Hang on, hang on, you’re right.” He said, stepping backwards.
Irin asked him “Afraid of your old Ma?” With a clearly disappointed look on her face. “See I told you that’s something you don’t want, who on earth would get a kick out of that anyway.”
“No, I mean, it looked like you were going to do it harder than you said you would,” he said.
“No I wasn’t, don’t you trust me?” She asked him.
“Not really,” he joked. He went to pick up his pancakes.
“I could so do it gently to you,” she quipped, pinching Jay's butt for his cheekiness. “Okay,” she said in a more grown up tone. “I’m going to be taking a few calls in the home office. So don’t make too much noise.”
Jay went to the small dining room that connected the kitchen from the living room. In the corner sat their two budgies, in a sizable square cage. Their names were Rollo and Mickey.
“You two don’t need to worry about sisters trying to humiliate you about your hangers do you? We’re not even sure what gender you two could be eh.” He said to Mickey, opening the cage door.
‘Don’t encourage her to do things like that, Mum said,’ He thought to himself. ‘I guess I didn’t try that hard to get out of her grasp when she held my arms from behind,’ he thought while stroking Mickey’s head with his finger. They were content staying in their cage today. These two birds weren’t very energized today.
* * *
Talia picked up one of her socks and slapped them across the couch at Jay. “What the fuck was with that about?” she complained with an annoyed pout.
“Don’t let Mum catch you swearing,” he jibed.
A cute looking frown formed on her face. She started flicking her sock directly into his face. “Hey!” he said, getting hit on the nose. He became somewhat irritated, they weren’t fresh socks either, but he was still smiling. She wacked the socks at him until he shielded himself with his hands.
“Must you tell the whole world everything that I do?” She asked.
“No, why?” He asked.
“I’m just curious,” she replied. She rolled her eyes, “hey, It's your fault for saying things like that. You’re lucky Mum was on your side, From what I heard of your conversation, she thinks that’s funny too, something about fun she said?”
“No, she just told me not to let you… you know...”
Talia raised her eyebrows in amusement. “What? Ruin you? Shatter your dreams of Father’s Day?”
Jay sighed and got up to put their plates away in the kitchen.
“I still feel like I should do it,” she remarked, causing him to turn around.
“Uh… Tals… sure thing,” he said.
“So you’re not going to pussy out again?“ She asked teasingly.
“You said you were going to do it with or without my permission. So why not?” He said, putting the plates back down.
“Haha, I did say that didn’t I?” She leaps off the couch in glee. “Okay, so I’m going to kick you this time, so get ready, I still think I can make you fall.”
“Wha…?”
“Stand right… here.” She said, pushing him into position in the middle of the room by his shoulders. “And spread your legs a ‘lil, I want the best shot.”
Jay developed a cold sweat as he did so, despite the heat. Feeling exposed with his legs spread in front of his sister.
Talia took a step backward, and then stepped forward, concentrating on his groin. Extending her bare leg and gracefully swinging her foot between his legs with some force. Swiftly catching both nuts with her instep and toes; imagining having a game of hacky sack in his shorts. Jay’s face had a look of shock as he let out a soft whimper and fell.
Talia Immediately started laughing her ass off as soon as he went to the ground. While doing a little hop-step to regain balance. “Nice! That felt like it was right on target.” She said between giggles, prancing about. Unaware of just how much agony he was in. “How do you like my feet now?”
To Jay, this felt like every bad feeling all at the same time. He Knew it would hurt, sure, it was a sensitive area. But her simple kick gave him no choice but to crumple to the ground, in the fetal position in agony. It felt like he was sick. It felt like the world was spinning, completely weak, as if worn out from jogging. And not to mention personally humiliated, devastated beyond belief with Talia’s laughter in his ears.
She kicked his bottom lightly, eliciting a gasp of shock that she had done so. He rolled on his back, moaning. “What have you done?” He whined. He cupped his sore genitals.
Talia loomed over him and sat on his chest facing him, her knees and legs keeping his arms against the floor, which were too busy clutching at his crotch. Talia’s hands darted toward his face. She covered his lips to keep him quiet, to stop his anguished noises. “Shhh! Mum will hear, be quieter,” She whispered in a more serious tone, but still loving every moment of it. “Do you want us to get busted?”
He gave her a dirty look, feeling helpless with all his strength seemingly gone. He licked her hand in defiance. Her eyes widened. “Eww, grow up a little, will you,” she complained, and wiped her hand on Jay’s shirt.
Jay gave her a cheeky smile through the pain.
“Will you do the same thing to my foot?” She asked with a shit eating grin. “You know it’s been on the floor!” And covered his mouth with her foot; forcing him to breathe in the musky, salty smell of her foot. He groaned into her foot, trying to shake it off, but she only pressed harder.
She sniggered at his reaction. After several seconds he just laid there, staring at Talia in silence.
“Are you going to make all that noise again?” She asked him gaily.
“Mmn Nmm” He murmured negatively.
Finally, she took her foot off his face.
“Get off me, it hurts so bad,” he pleaded, still feeling helpless.
She ignored his request. “Your nuts are probably fine, that wasn’t even my hardest kick, you baby,” she mocked. “Does it still hurt?” She asked curiously.
“It does, you have no idea,” he admitted.
“Awww” she said, making a face that could have been sympathy. “I know of ways to make you feel better though.”
On saying that, she tickled him. Tickled his under his arms, sides, armpits, nipples even, anywhere she knew he was ticklish.
“No!... hahahaha… no no stop stop AH!” He laughed, uncontrollably. She was relentless with a grin so wide her face began to hurt, as he squirmed around. Desperate to slide from her grasp. Eventually he managed to push her off himself when he got to his pelvis, and limped off to the bathroom.
Feeling giddy, Talia rolled over and reached for her phone and stopped the video recording. Astonished that he hadn’t noticed her phone placed on the low shelf; she had placed it there and set it on record while he was talking with Irin. “Yes!” She whispered to herself checking if the video was there, she had recorded his whole ordeal. She smiled to herself, just content to watch it later. Maybe they would both watch it together someday. Future blackmail or not, this would make a nice memento.
