Misery Loves Company

Misery Loves Company a.k.a. A Cure For The Common Migraine

by Caligula

Janet was a middle-aged businesswoman with two kids, Nikki and Jack. Jack was the oldest of her offspring at 19 and Nikki was just a year behind him at 18. Janet worked hard as a single mom, harder than she felt was fair in life, to try and put food on the table. After parking her car in the driveway she walked slowly up the cobblestone sidewalk to the front entrance. She looked great, she had to admit, in her blue low-cut blouse with the silver sequins running down the center, short black skirt, and her black patent leather high heels. She dreaded coming home as Janet suffered from chronic migraine headaches, and every day when she walked in her two kids were fighting and arguing over some nonsense, causing the headaches to get worse. She couldn't stand the pain between her ears and those damn kids of hers just wouldn't let up. She couldn't seem to get them to stop.

Janet's headache was particularly bad today and all she wanted was peace and quiet, but she could hear the usual arguing as she approached the big solid wood door. She noted Nikki and Jack were particularly loud today and she almost got back in her car and ran away from home. She inserted her house key into the lock, turned the key counter clockwise while simultaneously twisting the door knob to the right and opening the door. The yelling got louder as she was no longer separated from her children by two inches of solid oak. Janet closed the door, head throbbing to the point that she was almost in tears.

She threw her keys onto the end table, drawing the attention of her bickering children. The arguing stopped for mere seconds as Nikki and Jack registered their mother standing there looking at them impatiently, and then they both assaulted her with more screaming as each of them pleaded their case against the other.

"Mom, Nikki won't give me my cell phone back!" yelled Jack.

"Mom, Jack's being an ass and won't let me use his cell phone!" screamed Nikki even louder than her brother.

"And she used all the hot water in the shower again!"

"Jack walked in on purpose while I had nothing but a towel on!"

"I did not! I thought you were already done!"

"Liar! Just because the door wasn't locked doesn't mean you can just walk right in!"

"Next time lock the door then!"

Janet wasn't even listening to what her children were saying. The screaming had to stop. Her migraine had to stop. Why did they NEVER stop when she told them to? Why couldn't they understand the horrible pain they were causing her? She closed her eyes, tried to shut out the yelling and couldn't. In retrospect, she realized she really didn't even think about what came next, but she had to make the throbbing in her head go away. Janet opened her eyes and took two quick steps toward her children, drew her leg back and then with all the power her small frame could muster gave her son a swift kick in the nuts with the toe of her stiletto shoe.

Nikki and Jack both stopped their shouting at the same moment, both in shock...although it was safe to assume that Jack was in a bit more shock than Nikki. Nikki just stood there, her hands covering her open mouth as she tried to suppress a grin. Jack's face turned bright red at the embarrassment of having been kicked in the balls by his mother while his sister stood by watching. The humiliation was the least of his concerns once the pain hit.

Janet could hardly believe what she had just done, and watched as her son bent at the waist while clutching at the balls she had just kicked. Jack slowly dropped to his knees and then like a felled tree toppled to the side while moaning in an octave that would make most opera sopranos jealous. It was a soft and soothing sort of moan, and Janet realized she didn't mind it compared to the yelling she had just ended. Her headache immediately felt better after having stopped the fighting and over-the-top screaming.

Nikki recovered first. "Oh my god, Mom just kicked you in the balls," she said quietly in awe and respect.

Janet looked from her son's quivering form to her daughter's smiling face. "Nikki, go to your room."

"But mom..."

"Do it! And don't come out until I tell you!"

Sensing the anger in her voice Nikki didn't argue, and besides, she would chalk up this fight with her brother as a win. Janet closed the blinds in the living room, stepped over Jack and walked to the sofa. She turned off the lights, kicked off her heels and lay down on the couch to close her eyes in the hopes the rest of the migraine would go away. Laying there in the darkness she calmed her breathing and tried to shut out the boom boom boom between her ears. She eventually focused her thoughts on the moaning of her son, and found the soft high pitched quavering of his once deep voice almost soothing. She sighed deeply and as her migraine pain slowly disappeared she fell into a relaxing sleep.

When Janet awoke later that evening she found Jack must have crawled off to his room to nurse his family jewels. The house was still and quiet, and she felt great for the first time in a long time.

The next day was much the same as the day before. Janet's migraine came on even worse and as she drove home she hoped her kids were still remembering the lessons from yesterday. Her dreams were short lived though as she wearily followed the sidewalk to her home and heard more yelling. As she entered into the living room only Nikki saw her as Jack's back was to his mother. The pain of her headache was piercing Janet's brain like a hot poker with each word her children said like another stab of blazing red hot steel.

Nikki, having noticed her mother's entrance, made sure to keep up the arguing with her brother. If she was right, Jack was about to have his eggs scrambled by their mother.

Janet was unaware of her daughter's sadistic plan, and could only think so far as to having to stop the thunderstorm in her head. Janet walked up to her son for the second time in two days and punted him right between the legs, this time from behind.

Jack froze for a moment and slowly looked from his sister's self satisfied grin down to his groin, where he could see a tiny foot encased in a shoe sticking out in front of him. It looked to him like he had a hard on, except instead of a big prick sticking out before him there was his mother's foot. For a brief second the thought flashed through his brain that he had been tricked, and then his testes took over and he toppled to the ground.

"Thanks, Mom, he was being a TOTAL ass today," stated Nikki.

"Go to your room please Nikki. I'm going to lie down again and don't want to hear a peep until my headache goes away, or there will be consequences. Understood?"

"Yes Mom. Feel better." And with that Nikki took one last glance at her trembling brother, turned and walked to her room, adding some extra wiggle to her sexy ass as she did so.

Shades drawn, lights dimmed, Janet laid down again and tried to meditate using her son's vibrato sweet moans as a way to center herself and ease her pain. Only the occasional irritating "my balls, my balls" that Jack whispered intruded on her relaxation. Her kids needed to understand that if she didn't get control of these migraines she'd lose her marbles, noting with a certain irony that Jack might have a different take on losing one's marbles.

Days three and four brought migraines, but on her return home from work the house was silent both days. Apparently her kids finally "got it" and were learning to behave. Even with the quiet though, Janet's headaches if anything seemed worse. On day five Janet entered her home with the usual headache and the now normal quiet and dark living room. She gratefully slipped off her shoes and laid down for her nap.

For the past couple of days, Jack had been hiding in his room, avoiding his mother and sister on purpose, but mainly his sister. Jack was pretty certain his sister had intentionally started the last fight just to see him get kicked in the nads by their mom. It was how she made sure he couldn't see their mom come in, and the look in her eyes right as he got kicked...that bitch had planned it all. Best to avoid her altogether if he ever wanted to have kids. By now he knew their mom would be asleep on the sofa and so he was safe to sneak into the kitchen and grab himself something to eat.

Nikki for the 48 hours after her brother was last racked was annoyed that she couldn't goad her big brother into another sparring match. He was avoiding her on purpose and that meant her waiting to put the next part of her plan into play. But luck was on her side as she heard her brother making his way to the kitchen. Nikki sized herself up in her full-length mirror. She was dressed in a very low cut button down tan top which showed off plenty of cleavage, blue jeans, and brown pointy toed boots. She tugged her top down as far as it would go to make certain Jack's attention would be focused squarely on her tits. How could he resist? They were fantastic and perky as fuck! She almost felt sorry for him.

Jack had his head buried in the refrigerator pushing aside various leftovers and assorted fruits and veggies. He finally decided maybe just a bag of chips. He closed the refrigerator and turned around to find Nikki standing behind him, causing him to jump and yell out in surprise.

"Shhhh! Better not wake Mom, Jackie...if she still has her headache you know what she'll do to you," she said coyly.

Jack froze, holding his breath while listening for their mom. Phew...no sound from the living room.

"Whatever. I'm not going to fight with you. I know what happened the other day you did on purpose. It's not fair. You started that fight and I'm the one that got kicked."

"Hey, I got punished too. I got sent to my room for the night."

"It's not even close to being on the same level. I got kicked in my BALLS!" Jack's voice started to rise in level.

"Don't raise your voice Jackie...Mom might hear you, and she'll kick your balls again," she teased. "Listen, your right. I did it on purpose, but felt bad about it afterwards. You're my big brother. I don't want to see your balls kicked by Mom every day."

"Yeah, right," he said, not entirely believing her.

"That's why I wore this special top, just for you." Nikki tugged her top down again, revealing as much delicious cleavage as she could without revealing her nipple. Despite what she was about to do to her brother he didn't deserve THAT much.

Jack looked down at the two bouncy globes that were peeking out over the top of his sister's oh-so-revealing shirt. He had to admit to himself that he DID sneak into the bathroom the other day and knew full well his sister was still in there. He had hoped to find her still naked in the shower to get a glimpse of the body he had fantasized about so many times, but was disappointed to find her wrapped in a towel and just running the shower to use up the rest of the hot water on him. Now he was being given permission to stare as much as he wanted...and he wanted. He moved closer to his sister and openly looked down into her cleavage, sighing out loud as he watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took.

"They um, are really REALLY nice," he said.

"Yeah, the guys really like them. They definitely get me what I want," she responded coyly while curling her hair around her finger.

"And uh, what is it you want, little sis?" asked Jack, swallowing hard.

"This big bro..." Nikki's playful shy smile turned into a wicked grin as she stomped her boot heel onto her brother's barefoot, causing him to scream loudly. Nikki had really wanted to knee him in the balls at that moment, but that wouldn't have brought their mother running into the room.

And run she did. Startled awake by some howling from the kitchen Janet nearly fell off the sofa, and grabbed her head as the pain of the migraine coursed through her, pounding away with every yell from her son. What the fuck was his problem NOW?!?

Jack was cursing at his sister loudly, unaware that his mother was standing in the doorway to the kitchen looking like she could murder someone. Nikki did see her mom and watched as she made purposeful strides towards Jack. This was the moment Nikki was waiting for. Before Janet could reach Jack to deliver another nut cruncher, Nikki took a step back and then swung her leg forward, nailing her brother dead on in his man balls with her toe.

Jack stopped yelling, his mouth open in an "O". As he slowly dropped to his knees for the third time in a week he stopped midway down as he went eye level with his sister's boobs. Oh god, they were hard...her nipples were hard. And then he met the floor.

Janet was brought up short, her leg already cocked like a gun ready to fire. Lowering her leg back into position without kicking didn't feel right, but apparently, her brand of migraine therapy wasn't needed as her daughter had administered the required dosage for her.

Nikki played it all innocently. "Sorry, Mom. He started arguing again and I knew you needed the peace and quiet to make your headaches go away...well, I just kicked him in the balls. I was hoping to make him quiet so he didn't wake you up, but I guess I was too slow. Sorry, next time I'll be faster." She managed a hopeful smile.

Janet didn't know what to say. How could she chide her daughter for doing what she had done twice before this week? And she had to admit without her son hollering her head already felt better. She did feel a bit robbed though. Not releasing the pent-up force in her leg as she wound up for the kick left her feeling rather empty, like not eating the last pretzel in the bag or not watching the last 5 minutes of a movie.

"Thanks, honey," said Janet a bit half-heartedly. She was still a bit thrown off by the whole event. "I'm going to lie back down. Make certain your brother doesn't get loud again, okay?"

"Oh, I will Mom."

Jack sputtered to life on the floor, desperate to rat his sister out. "Mo...Mom. She kicked my balls. She kicked...my BALLS!" He wanted to get it out that she had tricked him. That she had stomped on his foot and that's why he cried out. But every time he opened his mouth all he could keep saying was how she kicked his balls.

"Jack, enough!" declared his mother. "You are lucky it was your sister that kicked your balls and not me, because I was about to turn you into a permanent soprano!"

"But she used the toe, Mom...she used the toe..." he trailed off and began sobbing as he succumbed to the pain again.

Janet rolled her eyes and walked away in disgust to return to her nap, allowing Jack's falsetto moans to lull her to seep like a lullaby. Nikki reached up and rubbed her nipples through her top as she listened to her brother continue to whisper to no one in particular from the floor..."the toe, she used the toe..." After another few minutes of watching her older brother squirm on the floor, she decided it was best to go to her bedroom to pull out her vibrator and enjoy herself.

The next evening Janet called for Nikki and Jack to come eat dinner. She heard a bit of a tussle, some loud talking from Jack (did he never learn?), and then a thud. When Nikki arrived at the dinner table without her brother Janet could guess what had happened. She made a mental note to have a discussion with Nikki about not needing to kick her brother's balls ALL the time, but at this particular moment, she was trying to avoid getting another migraine headache and instead issued a warning to her son.

"Jack, if you're not here in two minutes you're going to wish you were born a girl."

Nikki smiled at her mom. "He was getting loud, so I stopped him with my toe."

Janet smiled back absently. "Yes, I heard some commotion. I appreciate you not resorting to yelling, because my head couldn't take it." Not a bit of concern in her voice for her son's gonad situation, but as long as things stayed quiet she was willing to let things play out for now. Besides, no one ever died from a case of broken balls.

Jack eventually hobbled into view making it to the dinner table in just under his two minute time limit. Based on the grimace on his face and the way he walked hunched over, hands cupping his groin, Janet could see that her daughter had indeed "used her toe". She had to remember to talk to her about that.

Over the course of the next week, Nikki regularly kicked her brother in the balls with her favorite brown boots, under the pretense she was helping her mom's condition from flaring up more than necessary. Janet for her part kept meaning to talk to her daughter about the frequency with which she kicked her brother in the nuts, but she never quite found the energy or time. And things HAD been quieter since Nikki had taken over the role of resident ball kicker. Jack had gone from an outspoken obnoxious confrontational young man to a timid gutless (Nikki would say nutless) emasculated weakling. Nikki found it amusing that repeated blows to the testicles could bring about such drastic changes in her older sibling. And was she getting taller, or was he getting smaller? Maybe it was just that he seemed to have a chronic limp and walked slightly stooped over most of the time now...another result of repeated kicks to the nuts.

Janet always seemed to arrive on the scene just after the kick occurred. One time Nikki stormed into the bathroom while Jack was getting out of the shower under the pretense that HE was using all the hot water, and kneed him in the balls. Her knee gracefully inserted itself between the folds of the bath towel wrapped around his waist and made solid contact with two rubbery orbs. It was her way of ending the argument before it even started...a preemptive strike. Another time he was mowing the lawn and she walked up behind him and kicked him from behind, right between both balls, using the excuse that Mom was trying to take a nap. Once he was on the phone talking with a girl he fancied when Nikki insisted he was talking too loud and would give Mom a headache and so she kicked him in the nuts, leaving the phone near his face so his gal could hear him crying about how his balls were broken...he didn't get the date.

The most recent kick occurred in full view of their mother, unbeknownst to Nikki and for no reason that Janet could see. Apparently, that's why Jack didn't react in time to save himself...he was just standing there quietly thinking. Nikki walked up to him, smiled, and then kicked him in the balls. Once again her toe made a solid thud as it crushed one of her brother's balls between the hard tip and his pelvis. Janet watched from the other room as Jack's eyes crossed and his usual high-pitched song broke the silence.

Janet finally had to intervene. She walked into the room her kids were in and watched Jack squirm around on the floor for a few moments before addressing her daughter.

"I saw what just happened," she said.

"Mom he..." blurted out Nikki.

"Don't even try it, young lady. Your brother was just standing there minding his own business when you walked up and kicked him hard in the nuts. Look at him...look at him! He'll be lucky if he can ever have kids after a kick like that."

Nikki did her best to look ashamed, but one look at her brother trembling at her feet and thinking that he might not be able to have kids, she couldn't help but smile.

"It's not funny young lady. I'll admit that your boot has kept your brother in line and my headaches at bay for the past couple of weeks, but enough is enough. You're BOTH going to have to find a way to not fight and get along or I'll do more than just kick your brother in the balls. How would you like your phone privileges revoked?"

"Okay, Mom. Fine."

"And I mean it!"

Nikki was true to her word and left her brother's balls alone. And both Nikki and Jack did finally learn to get along and not fight, mainly because Jack no longer had enough testosterone running through his system to feel like a man and challenge his sister. But also because he didn't trust his sister not to kick him in the nuts if she got the chance.

But one side effect Janet had not anticipated was that her migraines continued and got worse. She couldn't understand it. Nothing had changed in her life except that her children no longer fought, but the pain grew worse. She lay there in the dark on the sofa after work, struggling with the agony she was in. If only she could make it stop. She'd do anything to make it stop. She thought back to the couple of weeks when her headaches had eased and gotten better. What changed? She recalled Jack on the ground, moaning in an unusually high octave, rather like a castrated ghost. Could that be it? Could it be that simple? Damn, she couldn't take the pain anymore and was willing to try anything. She rose from the sofa and slipped her high heels back on.

"Jack, can you come in here please?" she called.

Jack entered briskly from the hallway, his limp noticeably improved. Well I'll fix that soon enough, thought Janet.

"Yes, Mom?" he said.

Janet didn't say anything, just sighed and hauled off and kicked her son in the balls with her high heel shoe. Jack fell down, wrecked and demolished. She watched her son for a few moments, making sure she had kicked him hard enough. Based on his reaction she had scored a proper field goal. She removed her heels and got comfy again on the sofa. She listened to her son singing his song of pain and waited to see if she felt better. Jack's voice warbled like he was in the Vienna Boys' Choir, singing away her pain with pain of his own. And slowly Janet's headache began to subside. This was it, her cure! A shame it had to be her son's ball pain serenade that was needed to soothe the savage beast inside her brain, but she did say she would do anything to make the hurt stop. And she meant it.

"I'm sorry, Jackie," she cooed, "but I need this. It's the only thing that takes away the migraines." She wasn't even sure that her son heard her through his haze of nugget nausea. "Your sister is going to be so happy that ball kicking you is back on the menu."

"My balls...Ma, my balls..."

"I know, son. But you know what they say, misery loves company."