Ginger vs. Ethan Ch. 01

When her alarm went off at 5:30 that first morning, Ginger turned on her music louder than she would have dared if her parents were still home. Maybe her loud music would wake up her brother Ethan. She didn't care. Mom and dad had left on for a ten day cruise. Because dad was a cheap bastard, he insisted they drive to their port and park instead of wasting money on airline tickets, shuttle buses and taxis. Driving meant they would be gone for two weeks. That suited Ginger fine. Two weeks alone with Ethan wasn't perfect, but it was closer to perfect than spending spring break with her parents. Ginger turned on her laptop and clicked on her browser to catch up with her Facebook friends. She needed to know what Bethany was going to wear to school.

Ginger felt her stomach sink and flip as she stared at the screen on her laptop. "Fuck," she muttered, looking at the webpage that had replaced her usual homepage. Across the top here the words, "Payback is a bitch." Beneath the title was picture of her sitting on the foot of her bed next to Bethany, her best friend. Bethany held the bottle of wine Ginger had stolen from her parents' wine rack. Beneath the picture were the words "Click here" inside a button. The button linked to a new page showing Bethany drinking from the bottle and then Ginger. Each picture had a date and time stamp along its right hand corner. Ginger didn't need to see the date to know the pictures had been taken last month. Suddenly, the title across each page made sense. "Ethan!" she bellowed.

The missing bottle of wine had been noticed by their parents as soon as they came home from their special weekend. Who knew dad would count the bottles before he left? He had so many of them, Ginger never guessed he would miss one. She wouldn't have done it if she hadn't found out about Bethany's brother. Bethany usually got her older brother to buy them wine. But when Ginger found out the cost Bethany had to pay, Ginger had to do it. She knew she couldn't do it more than once or twice, but she had to show Bethany she cared, even if Bethany said it wasn't a big deal.

The missing bottle of wine became a federal offense inside the house. Ginger and Ethan were grilled about it separately and together. Ethan denied taking it and so did Ginger. Ethan had two defenses; he didn't like the taste of wine and he had friends old enough to buy, so why would he have to steal from his parents? Ginger's only defense was to play the sweet, high school cheerleader card. When she started crying, dad chose to believe her over Ethan. Her brother had been "sentenced" to a week of hard labor cleaning the garage, the attic, waxing floors by hand and the worst part of his sentence, being banned from the internet for a week. Ethan had assured Ginger, "Payback is a bitch," the same as the title of the webpages.

Ginger clicked through six pictures of her drinking with Bethany. She noticed some of the pictures were older, showing her and Bethany drinking other bottles of wine, bottles Bethany had "earned" from her brother. Ginger wondered why Ethan hadn't shared the pictures with their parents before it occurred to her why. How had he taken them? He would get into more trouble spying on her. She smirked. He would get more trouble for spying than he did taking the heat for stealing the single bottle of wine. Ginger breathed a bit easier until she clicked on the next picture.

The picture showed her and Bethany kissing. It hadn't been a romantic kiss. It just happened and it hadn't happened the same night Ginger stole the bottle of wine. "The Kiss" as Ginger had come to think of it had happened the weekend before, as demonstrated by the time stamp, too. It was a kiss that had surprised and haunted Ginger. Drunk on little bottles of wine supplied by Bethany's brother, Ginger had made a clumsy pass at Bethany. Giggling, Bethany kissed Ginger as if accepting the pass and laughed it away right after it happened. Ginger had been slow to join Beth's laughter, but Beth hadn't seemed to notice. Above the "Click me" button was a caption for the picture, "Do cheerleaders do this?" Ginger squirmed. That was a picture that could get her in trouble with more than her parents. If a picture like that was seen by anyone in her school, both her life and Bethany's would be ruined. Swallowing hard and finding her mouth very dry. What else could there be? It couldn't get worse, could it? Ginger clicked the menacing button promising more.

"You fucking, perverted bastard!" Ginger screamed at the top of lungs. Ginger saw herself lying on top of her comforter. Her long legs were stretched towards the camera. She was naked. With both hands, she was pulling on her hard nipples, making two tent-like shapes out of her breasts. She liked it rough. It was something her boyfriends never understood, but she did. She liked squeezing her nipples until they ached. She liked pulling on her nipples to see how long she could make them. She couldn't believe Ethan had a picture of her naked! She clicked the button at the bottom of the page was presented with a calendar that bore the words, "Pick a date." Not quite every date, but most of them included a number. She clicked on a Monday from three weeks ago that showed the number "1" and saw a picture of her masturbating. At the bottom of the page was a "Back" button. She clicked on the Sunday after "The Kiss." It bore the number "2." The first picture was her playing with herself. From the time stamp, she knew it was shortly after Bethany had left that afternoon. The back button had been replaced with a "More" button. The second picture showed the second time she had done it that day. "Fuck!" she yelled. The "Back" button took her back to the calendar filled with numbers. She resisted clicking any other dates, convinced she knew what she would find. She barely noticed how few dates lacked a number. She knew how often she played with herself. She spied the "Click here" button beneath the calendar.

She physically wilted, felt her face go slack and her jaw drop open at the next picture. It featured a arrow aimed at the toy she had pressed against her pussy. The arrow led to the caption, "Her mom's vibrator." The next click showed the calendar view again with a spinning little dildo next to the days when Ginger had borrowed her mom's toy. Ginger felt sick as she ignored clicking anymore calendar dates. She clicked the button beneath the calendar for a new picture. It showed her blowing her boyfriend. The next page showed a calendar with tiny dicks squirting on the days when she had snuck her boyfriend into her bedroom for a quickie.

Ginger began to shake as she clicked the "Click here" button. The next page held the flashing words, "How much sex does one high school cheerleader need?" She clicked through it and saw Ethan had displayed his web building skills on the next page. The plain black background was replaced with monochrome pictures of her on her bed as wallpaper. The calendar in the middle of the page showed a combination of numbers, spinning dildos and tiny, squirting dicks. If she had taken the time to examine the page, she might have been impressed with the accuracy of her sexual history. She ignored the immensity of the view and clicked again to a new page.

The last few pictures were out of order. They were from earlier in the month and Ginger felt her stomach tighten with nausea as she recognized them. It was her and Bethany back on the foot of her bed. She was holding her laptop on her lap and the picture showed the two girls laughing. She was very afraid to click the button beneath the picture. The last link was the phone sex profile she had made as a joke with Bethany.

"You really should password protect your laptop," Ethan said from her doorway. Ginger jumped and instinctively slammed her laptop lid shut. She looked up and saw him in the mirror behind her desk. He leaned against her open doorway wearing a t-shirt and whitey-tighty underwear. She spun around and threw her mouse at him. He caught it and laughed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she screamed.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Ethan laughed. "Gosh, I don't think there's anything wrong with me. I don't jerk-off every damn day, I don't make out with my friends, I don't steal sex toys from our parents and I sure as shit don't have a phone sex profile."

"You need to take that shit down right now."

"Why? At first I thought it would make a nice homepage for mom and dad's laptops, too. But then I got thinking, maybe I need to share a link to that page on your Facebook profile. Man, that would be fun, wouldn't it?"

Ginger was scared and angry at the same time. She was panting and saw how Ethan's eyes kept dropping to her t-shirt covered chest. Like Ethan, she was skinny, but she was blessed with breasts that were big on her frame. It made buying clothes tricky for her. T-shirts were always too tight and finding bras narrow enough that still had an ample enough cup size was challenging, too. She had gotten used to men staring at her chest, including her brother, but after the slideshow she had just witnessed, it offended her. "Stop staring at my tits, pervert."

"Do you still have mom's vibrator?" he asked, grabbing the front of his whitey-tighties. She hoped he was just scratching.

"How do you know mom has a vibrator?" Ginger challenged. It wasn't much of a toe-hold on Ethan, but maybe it was start.

"Same way you do: snooping."

"No," she said, her voice dripping with frosty acid. She turned back around, giving her long, black hair a flip over her shoulder. She stared at him through her mirror. "You're a pervert." She was naturally a redhead, but she began dying her hair black as soon as her parents were let her. It might have been cute to be a redhead named Ginger when she was a little girl, but the cute had worn off. She kept the truth about her hair color hidden by shaving down there, too. No one but her family remembered she was once a redhead.

"Me?!" Ethan laughed. "You can't make it a full forty-eight hours with an orgasm and I'm the pervert?"

"Who else has seen that page?"

"No one, yet." The threat wasn't lost on her.

"Not even your boyfriend, Jared?" she asked. Ethan and Jared had been best friends since middle school. She had teased Ethan about being lovers with Jared for years. Jared had gotten a scholarship for a bigger college over four hours away while Ethan had been stuck staying home and going to the local community college. Ginger had teased Ethan that Jared was going to find a new boyfriend while he was at college; real college.

"Fuck him," Ethan scowled.

"Aw, trouble in paradise?" Ginger asked, feeling the tide turning a bit.

"No, we're still bro's. Would you like me to send him a link to that page?"

"No!" Ginger snapped; frustrated with how desperate she sounded as she shouted out the word. She took in a deep breath and composed herself. She resisted the urge to open her laptop or pick up her cell phone. Keeping her back to him, she looked at him through the mirror and asked the question she didn't want to ask, "So what now?"

"I haven't decided yet," Ethan said. "Just thought you should know your life has just changed. Do you know how to change your homepage?" She nodded. "Don't be late for school," he said and walked into the bathroom across the hall from Ginger's bedroom. He didn't shut the door. He never did, unless he was taking a shit. She turned her head, not wanting to see him standing in front of the toilet as he peed. He didn't flush, wash his hands or lift the toilet seat. He was so fucking gross!

Ginger knew changing her homepage wouldn't erase the page Ethan had set on her laptop. She didn't knew how to password protect her computer and decided it was too late to worry about it. She signed into Facebook and sent Bethany an offline message. "I might not be at school today." Ginger wasn't sure she could risk going to school. She sat in front of her computer and waited for Bethany to reply.

"If you miss the bus, I'm not giving you a ride," Ethan told her as he went back to his bedroom. Ginger stood up, pulled on a pair of shorts over her panties and stood in his doorway. Ethan sat at his "command center'" an array of screens and computers that looked like something from a movie. On the far left screen was the picture of her using her mother's vibrator. The screen on the right side was opened to her phone sex profile. He was playing a game on the middle screen.

"That phone sex ad was Beth's idea," she lied. "And the number isn't a real number, it's an internet number. It doesn't go to my phone."

"Too bad dad never called that number," Ethan said without turning around his "command chair;" a tall, black leather chair that hid everything except the back of his head from her view.

"Daddy wouldn't do that," she said. "He's too cheap."

"You might be surprised what our parents do. Do you know what kind of cruise they're on?"

"No and I don't want to know," Ginger said as she stood in his doorway, unsure what to say or do. "How long have you been snooping on me?" she asked.

"Long enough to have lots on you," he said. He clicked on his left screen and stared sideshow. Ginger watched in horror as pictures spun, dissolved and scrolled past with shots of her touching herself or having sex with her ex-boyfriend, Tony.

"You're a fucking pervert."

"Me?" he asked. Ethan turned around in his big, swivel office chair. He watched her watching the slideshow behind him. "As near as I can tell, you do it almost every day. Even after your boyfriend fucks you, you do it. What about those nights you spend at Bethany's house?"

"Leave Bethany out of this," Ginger said through clenched teeth. The pictures were apparently being shown in order. There were only two pictures of her kissing Bethany. "How long have you been watching me, pervert?"

"Since you turned eighteen." She had only been eighteen for two and half months. She had yet to see the slideshow restart. How many pictures did he have?

"Is that fun for you? Do you like seeing your sister naked, perv?" She watched Ethan and saw his eyes dart away from her for just a moment. She saw the telltale blush of pink on his cheeks and realized it was far worse than she imagined. She pressed her advantage. "Do you jerk off to me, too?" she charged. "What kind of fucking loser jerks off to pictures of his little sis?" She saw his face turning redder by the moment and knew she had him on the run. "How are you going to explain having all those pictures of me without people knowing you took them?"

"You're going to miss the bus," he growled.

"Aw, does the little pervert want some time alone with his pictures?"

"Shut up."

"It's sicker for you to have those pictures than anything I did," Ginger pressed. She had to get him to delete them and shaming him felt like her best solution.

"What about the ones where you're using mom's vibrator?"

"Like anyone is going to believe that I would use mom's vibrator," she said, rolling her eyes and giving her long, black hair another flick over her shoulder. She lowered her voice and grinned. "But I bet people will believe you like to pretend it's mom's vibrator. Do you really want people to think you jerk off to mom's vibrator, too? You really are sick, aren't you?"

"I'm not jerking off to mom's vibrator, it's you using it!"

"But you admit to jerking off to my pictures then?"

"Shut up."

"Why? Is all this sex talk making you hard? Why don't you do it in front of me?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he challenged. Ginger was getting to him and that's all that mattered to her.

"I'm serious. You've seen me do it enough times. Pull it out, bro. Show me how you do it. It's only fair. Or are you afraid that I'll laugh at how small it is?"

"It's not small."

"Sure and dad's hung like a horse, that's why mom has a vibrator."

"I wouldn't know. I've never tried to look at dad's junk," he tried. It was a lame effort at turning the tables.

"But you sure like looking at me," she spat back. "So are you going show me yours or not?"

"Is that what you want to see?"

"No, I'm just saying, fair is fair, right?"

They stared at each other as the slideshow began repeating. Ginger was tired of seeing the ill-gotten pictures sliding across his computer screen. Each dissolve, fade-way or scrolling of a new picture reminded her how she had to get him to delete them before anyone else saw them. Then she could make sure he never got another picture of her. She didn't know how he did it, but it made sense that he was accessing her laptop's camera. She could close her laptop lid or put a piece of table over the camera. She could delete the phone sex profile. Everything could go back to normal if she could convince him to delete the pictures he already had. The staring stand-off between them continued. She was close to getting through to him, she knew it. She just needed to push him a little farther. She changed tactics, softening her approach.

"If you delete those pictures, I really watch you do it," she tried. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but she felt as if she had to give up something. Watching him jerk-off couldn't be too bad, could it?

"What makes you think I want you to watch me do it?"

She scrambled for an alternative answer. "Then you can watch me do it for real," she blurted out before thinking it through. She saw his eyebrows go up. Damn it, she didn't like the idea, but maybe it would work? Did it matter? He had been watching her for who knows how long. What difference did it make if she did it in front of him? She arched her back, emphasizing her chest and saw his eyes flicker to her tits. Could this idea work? She had to do something, anything. She ran her fingers across the middle of her chest. She wasn't touching her boobs, but his eyes followed her fingers. She sweetened the deal. "You can watch me and I can watch you and then you have to promise to delete those pictures." He grabbed the front of his whitey-tighties.

"You have to do it once for each picture," he said. Ginger smiled. She had him. She ran her fingers between her breasts again.

"If I'm doing it, you have to do it, too. Do you really want your sister to see you jerk off that many times?" she asked.

"No."

"Then just once, right now. You do it and I'll do it with you and then we can be done with this shit, okay?"

"You have to blow me," he blurted out.

"Ew, you really want your sister to give you a blowjob?" she asked, moving her hand away from her boobs. She didn't want to encourage that kind of thinking.

"Maybe."

"I am not blowing you," she stated as flatly as she could. "It's one time only offer. You watch me, I watch you and we get rid of all the pictures you have. That included the website, too, right?"

"All the pictures I have right now, right?" he asked. Ginger grinned at his lame effort at threatening her.

"You really think I'm stupid enough to let you get more pictures of me?"

"Yeah I do," he said with absolute conviction in his voice.

"Why?"

"You're not going to stop touching yourself. You like it too much."

He probably had a point, but Ginger ignored it. "You're going to have to do better than hacking my computer."

"I have my ways." He genuinely believed he could get more pictures of her in the future. His bravado pissed her off and she called him on it by dangling a carrot in front of him.

"If you think you can get more pictures of me, then maybe I will blow you."

"Really?" he asked, looking more excited than he should.

"I'll at least give you a handjob," she modified, concerned with his reaction.

"No, you said a blowjob," he insisted.

"I said a handjob. Deal?"

"Get naked," he said, his hand working over the front of his underwear. It made her uncomfortable to see him clutching himself with such wild abandon, but she didn't see a choice.