Sister Bound

Sister Bound

CECILIA LANSING

SISTER BOUND

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Sister Bound His games had always excited me. When we were younger they had been mostly harmless. Although I had often come out of them with rope burns and chafed ankles and wrists. That was all part of the excitement. Being told I was naughty and was going to be punished. Playing the pirate or the robber or the Indian that was captured and imprisoned or tied up with rope. Being tied up was always my favorite. Prison wasn’t nearly as much fun, as that left my hands and feet free. Rope was restrictive, uncomfortable and sometimes even painful. David became very good at tying me up and leaving me unable to free myself. Looking back on it, I see I was slowly discovering my submissive streak. David was discovering his dominant side. Little did I know. Somewhere along the line it had stopped feeling safe. Still very exciting, but scary. Unpredictable. Only, why did I secretly still crave our ’games’? ~~~ “Look what I found.” I looked up from the stupid teenage magazine I was reading. I really was getting too old for this little–girl stuff. I gasped as I saw what he was dangling from his hand. “David!” I hissed. “Where’d you get those?” I glanced around, even though I knew our parents were away for the evening. They’d be home late tonight, they had said. I knew immediately what he had in mind and felt the heat rise to my face. I hated that I blushed so easily. Especially now. It robbed my next words of their power. “No, David. I don’t want to play a game tonight.” “Yes, you do. I can see it in your eyes.” That was such a bullshit line. Even if he had partly guessed right. I wanted to play. I just didn’t want to want to play. Our games had been drifting into unknown territory. They left me confused. About myself, but more so about David. He had always been the best brother a girl could wish for. Okay, he teased me a lot, and was sometimes downright annoying and stupid. But he had been my older brother since I was two, when our parents moved in with each other. They hadn’t married, so technically we weren’t even officially related, but I couldn’t remember a time without him. To me, he was just my big brother. I never actually thought about the fact that he had different biological parents. I’m sure he felt the same. He had always acted that way, in any case. One of the changes that confused me was that our games had stopped originating in our fantasy world. No pirate captures, robbers caught stealing or Indians tied up in the heat of a wild–west shoot– out. The tie–up games had devolved to just that: tie–up games. David would show up in my room and ask me if I wanted to play. Confused, but still liking the feeling of being helpless, I nearly always played along. Then last weekend he had walked into my room unannounced. I thought our parents were downstairs, but they had gone out for some shopping. He walked up to me, took one of my wrists and tied a rope around it. Surprised and confused, I was late reacting, so before I got around to struggling, he had already secured my right wrist and was busy tying my left to it behind my back. Being younger and quite a bit smaller than him, it didn’t make a difference anyway. I still would have ended up tied to my bed. But something definitely had changed in our relationship. Here he was now with a pair of handcuffs dangling from his hand. And a wicked grin on his face. I debated if I should dash out of reach, but he was standing right next to me. Besides, eventually he would catch up with me and he would do what he wanted anyway. That had always been part of the

attraction. The fact that I was helpless when David wanted to do something. I wasn’t so sure about that anymore. My body was, though. I could feel my excitement rise, the adrenaline starting to pump through my veins. The butterflies in my stomach starting to stir. I’m not entirely sure why I tried to escape him, even though I knew it would be hopeless in the end. I wonder now if I would be in the same bind if I hadn’t, because the handcuffs incident seems to have been a turning point in our relationship. My hand lashed out as I jumped up from the couch, trying to bat his hands away from me before he had a chance to capture me. Instead of his hands I swiped the handcuff he had been dangling from his right hand. It swung up and straight into his mouth. It worked better than I could have anticipated as he cried out in pain and surprise and nearly fell on his ass as he jumped back. I didn’t pause, already heading for the kitchen door at top speed, and now spurred on by fear of retaliation. His cry had not been very loud, so I wasn’t sure if he’d been hurt or not, but I figured I’d better have some distance between us before finding out. Of course I found out. Thinking I had made a clean getaway as I reached my bedroom I dashed inside and slammed the door. Before I could turn around and lock it behind me, David had pounded up and pushed it open again. I threw my weight against the door, but it was too late. He had it open far enough to snake his arm through and trying to avoid his grabs at me I lost the battle for the door and fell back to the far side of my room. Confident now, he slowly opened the door all the way, stepped through and silently closed it behind him. And locked it. We were the only two in the house, so that was very much only a symbolic gesture, but it wasn’t lost on me. “David.” I tried to put some authority into my voice. “I don’t want to do this, David. I’m sorry I hurt you.” His upper lip was swollen and red. It looked painful, but not too bad. I was glad I hadn’t broken his skin. “Oh, you’re not. Sorry. Not yet. But you will be.” He said it with a smile, but his voice was menacing. Scary. Exciting. He advanced on me slowly. Already backed up against the window sill, I had nowhere to go. “David, this isn’t funny. Leave me alone and get out of my room!” I glared at him. It didn’t have any effect. Just a few steps and he was standing right in front of me. I looked up into his face to try to read what he was planning. Deliberately, he reached for my wrist. I quickly put both my hands behind my back, lifting my chin in defiance. He just gripped my shoulder and turned me around. He pushed me up against the window, the sill digging into my thighs and my hands moving up to push back against the glass. In a flash he closed one of the ’cuffs around my right wrist and pulled that hand behind my back. Gripping my other wrist with his hand, he pulled that one behind my back, too. Seconds later, the second ’cuff closed. I was once again helpless, but this time with honest–to–god handcuffs keeping my hands pinned behind my back. I looked over my shoulder at him, but he was focused on my wrists caught in the ’cuffs. He had his hand planted between my shoulder blades, still pushing my chest and the side of my face against the glass. “Let me go, David. You had your fun, now undo them.” His eyes looked up into mine. He saw my uncomfortable position up against the window and let go, stepping back a pace. He smiled. “I might have had my fun, but you haven’t had your punishment yet, sis.” He pointed up at his swollen lip. “Look. I’m sorry about that. It was an accident! What are you going to do, anyway. Spank me?” Challenging. He would never lay a hand on his kid sister. “Hmm… that’s an interesting suggestion, Wendy.”

“What? No! Wait!” He had caught hold of the short chain between the ’cuffs and pulled me backwards. To my bed. “Wait! David! Stop!” I nearly tripped over my pajamas lying on the floor. David held me up by pulling up on the handcuffs. They dug painfully into my wrists and the pressure on my arms behind my back shot up into my shoulders. “Ow! Let go, that hurts!” He eased up on the ’cuffs, but continued to pull me back. Reaching the bed, he sat down, holding on to chain between my wrists. “Look, David. Very funny. Now stop joking around and undo them!” I twisted around to look at him over my shoulder. I mistook the slightly intent look on his face. “David! Tell me you have the keys!” The breath caught in my throat, afraid he would have to—well, what? How do you get out of ’cuffs if you don’t have the keys? Ask your parents? Call the police? A locksmith? That would be so humiliating. So much more humiliating than it already was, standing in front of my brother in my own bedroom with my hands ’cuffed behind my back. “Of course I have the keys, I’m not stupid.” My relief was short–lived as it dawned on me that hadn’t been what he had been thinking about. He pulled me back and down, forcing me to sit down next to him. Then, still with one hand gripping the handcuffs, he grabbed my collar at the back of my neck with his other hand and heaved me face–down over his lap. I shrieked. Then, switching hands, so that his left hand was holding my ’cuffs, he pulled my arms way up, putting pressure on my shoulders and forcing me to keep my head down near the floor. My shoulders hurt. “David! What the fuck are you doing! This isn’t funny anymore!” I yelled at his ankle. I was really angry now. But even more scared. And still more excited. I hated myself for the excitement. David just ignored me. He sat like that for a long while, ignoring me yelling at him, doing I don’t know what. Checking out my ass, probably. Or stealing himself for what he did next. The first stroke hitting down on my ass jolted me out of my screaming fit. Too surprised to do anything for a moment, it slowly sank in that David had really done it. He had spanked me on my ass. Not very hard. It didn’t even really hurt, through my jeans and panties still covering me. But that first stroke changed everything. David was probably as surprised as I that he had actually done it. Silence hovered around us for what seemed like an eternity. Then I let out the breath I had held in surprise, and started yelling at him again. “You fucking bastard! Let me up NOW! I’m so going to tell mommy and daddy—” The next stroke robbed me of my voice, because that one did hurt. A lot. He had put a lot of strength into that one. But the real reason it stopped me cold was that I had expected David to snap out of it after that first hit. Realize what he was doing and backing off in a hurry. Letting me go. Apologizing for what he had done. Having him follow that first weak spank up with another one, let alone one that stung so much, scared me silent. Terrified and excited beyond measure at the same time. I was so not in control here. Was he really going to give me a spanking? His swollen lip really had been an accident. Even he had to realize that. And he was usually very good at being ’older and wiser’ than his little sister as our parents often said to him when he was told to suck up the injustice done to him by me. So why hadn’t he stopped and called it even: his swollen lip in exchange for the humiliation he put me through, ’cuffing me, pulling me over his lap and slapping me on the butt. Before I could think of anything, he hit me again. And continued hitting me. Alternating between my ass cheeks. Not as hard as the second stroke, but harder than the first. I was really feeling them, even through my jeans and panties.

“David! Stop!” I wailed at him. He just ignored me. With deliberation now, he landed hit after hit on my ass. It was really hurting me, but for some reason I fought not to cry. Somewhere inside I knew tears would probably make him stop. But another part of me was too proud to give in to that easy way out. Or maybe the part of me that was winning out was the one that was really excited by what was happening. The burning in my ass was turning into a heated glow beneath the pain. And that heat was spreading out into the rest of my body. Before I could fully analyze my strange reaction to the painful swats to my butt, David stopped. He had hit me probably two dozen times, maybe more. Enough to light up my ass. Panting hard and fast, I was dizzy from all the blood that had run up to my head. David still had my cuffed hands pushed up between my shoulders, forcing my head down towards the floor. Sensing he was done with his humiliating spanking, I wriggled on his lap to signal my discomfort. David let go of the ’cuffs and grabbed the back of my collar again. Nearly choking me, he pulled my head up and I slid to the ground on my knees on the other side of his legs. The aftermath was just as confusing as the whole ordeal itself had been. Although I wasn’t sure if ’ordeal’ was the right word for something that had given me such intense feelings, and not all of them bad. David undid the ’cuffs, and was gone. I wasn’t able to look at him. After he had left my room, I stood up and gently rubbed my ass. The pain had actually dissipated already, but a warm afterglow still lingered. Walking over to the door, I locked it again, closed the blinds and undressed. Standing in front of my full–length mirror I twisted around so I could survey the damage he had done to my butt. Apart from a reddish tinge, there wasn’t much to see. I sure felt it though. Not pain, but a slight throbbing, and a warm glow that reached somewhere deep inside. I turned back facing the mirror and let my left hand drift into the wisps of hair above my pussy, lightly scratching a path to my slit. Stopping for a moment I looked up into my own eyes. Looking for what, I have no idea. Too exhausted to second–guess, or worry, or think at all anymore, I just let go. When my orgasm hit seemingly only seconds later, I found myself on the bed, on top of the sheets. Sweaty, satiated. Humiliated, disgusted, drained. Confused, above all. Here I was with a red ass because David had spanked me. Pulled me over his lap and hit me with his bare hand. And the first thing I do afterwards is masturbate to a shattering orgasm. What kind of sick pervert had I turned into? The days following this encounter were strained. Constantly afraid that mom or dad would notice something, constantly afraid to be caught out alone by David again, and constantly drifting into unwanted fantasies where exactly that happened. Waking up in the middle of the night excited, panting and wet from dreams—nightmares, maybe—featuring ropes and shackles, spankings, pain and, impossibly, pleasure. The more humiliating the dream, the more excited I seemed to wake up. Confused was becoming my default state of mind. David acted like nothing had happened. I caught him looking at me constantly, but he continued to be the good big brother. I was managing to evade being alone with him, so maybe he behaved because there was always someone else present. We never spoke a word about what had happened. For a long while anyway. Not long after all this happened, David moved out of the house to attend college. He was home for holidays, but then usually caught up with his friends around town. I didn’t see much of him, except at family dinners. We kind of drifted apart. He had his life, I had mine. As suddenly our games stopped, I caught myself missing them. Even—in the deepest recesses of my mind—the last time. I missed our simple cops and robbers games, being tied up, unable to escape, confident in the safety of my brothers care. I missed my big brother. ~~~

It all changed again in the summer after my high school graduation. I didn’t have any plans for the summer holidays besides working at the local book store. I needed all the money I could get to be able to make ends meet next year at college. My parents were not thrilled with me staying at home alone while they went off on their vacation. I wasn’t thrilled with their lack of confidence in me. I was eighteen, for crying out loud. I thought I had finally convinced them to trust me, when my mom threw me a curve–ball at dinner a few nights before their scheduled departure. “Guess what?” she said. “Me?” I hadn’t been paying attention, so I wasn’t sure if she had meant me or dad. She nodded. “I dunno. What?” “I solved our little dilemma for us.” “What dilemma?” Slow. Then it hit me. She was back to the old subject again. “I thought we had no dilemma anymore! We solved it. You were going to trust your eighteen year old daughter to look after herself!” “I know. And I do. But I’d just feel a lot better if you weren’t alone here in this house for so long. And it’s not that I don’t trust you, but there’s a whole world out there. A girl alone in a house for that long. I just don’t like that thought. But I found a solution even you won’t have a problem with!” She was so happy with herself that I couldn’t help to smile. I was curious what she had cooked up. My smile congealed on my face with her next words. “Your brother is going to come over for the holidays and stay with you. Isn’t that great? You guys always got along so well with each other, and he seemed really eager to come back home for a while.” I swallowed in a suddenly dry mouth. A whole summer alone with David in the house? God, please no! I wouldn’t be able to evade him then, just the two of us. Worse, I didn’t know if I could trust myself to stay out of his reach. I had learned a lot about myself since that fateful day when he spanked me. I’d had some boyfriends, and some experience with sex, but that had mostly been a very unsatisfying set of memories. None of the boys I went out with could really fire me up. A nagging voice in the back of my head kept whispering it knew exactly why that was, and I didn’t really want to know. But I did know, of course. Deep down. I tried to swallow again. “Really? Why would he want to stay over here? It’s not as if his friends will be in town during the summer.” “I think he’s looking forward to some downtime. He’s been working too hard, and partying too hard at the same time, from what I hear between the lines. Besides, he finally met someone.” The smile on her face dimmed somewhat with her next words. “One that he wants to introduce to his parents, at least.” “And just so you know, we’re not going to alter our plans so you can hang around and get to know her better!” My dad had his finger wagging under mom’s nose. “You’ll have plenty of time for that when we get back.” “I know. I know.” She batted at his finger. “So, uh, when are they coming then?” It seemed a done deal, so I figured there wasn’t really any point for me to protest this arrangement. I had been ready to fiercely protest his chaperoning me for the summer, knowing that it had the potential to be a disaster. Talk about asking the fox to guard the hen–house. But I knew it would be useless, the deal was done, he was coming home. The news that he wasn’t coming alone, though, put my head in a spin. Glad that I wouldn’t be home alone with David, I felt an emotion I hadn’t really felt before. Jealousy. Why the hell would I feel jealous? This was all shaping up to be a very confusing summer for me. Not how I anticipated spending it just a week—or even an hour—ago. Great. “He’ll make it here by Wednesday he said. Which is a real shame, as your dad and I have to leave early on Thursday. I really would have liked to get to know this girl he’s bringing home.” She sighed.

“But I guess we’ll have some time after we come back. He said he’d stay until he had to get back to work, which won’t be for another week after we get back.” ~~~ They arrived just before dinner. As David’s car drove up on our driveway, mom and dad hurried outside to greet them. I trailed behind, less enthusiastic about David’s arrival, but wary of showing too much reluctance. Maybe we had grown out of our past and it would all be fine. Standing a little bit back I could take in the whole scene and watch David with his girlfriend as they were greeted by our parents. She looked young, but absolutely stunning. Actually, she looked a bit like me, but a much more beautiful version of me, I thought. My height, pretty tall for a woman, slender, but with an athletic grace that hinted at a hidden strength, dirty blond hair falling down to just below her shoulders and fine, nearly angelic features. Small dainty nose, small mouth with cute lips, smooth skin, beautiful blue–gray eyes… During my appraisal of her she had managed to walk up to me, catching me staring at her. “Hi, I’m Stephanie. Call me Steph for short. Everyone else does.” She held out her hand, which I took. “Hi,” I said, unable to stop the heat rising to my cheeks. “I’m Wendy. Welcome. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here.” “Thanks, I’m sure we will. I’m so glad to finally meet you, David is always talking about you, you know. ”Oh, to hell with it.“ And she pulled me into a tight hug. ”I really want us to get along together.“ What? ”Uh, sure, of course.“ As Stephanie let go of me, David grabbed me and pulled me into a hug too. Just a friendly hug, but I felt my blush deepen to a very embarrassed red. His masculine scent made my nose tingle, and his strong arms around me made me feel safe and threatened at the same time. Great start. Dinner was pretty uneventful. Stephanie was the focal point of my parents’ attention, of course, but David kept looking at me. He let mom, dad and Stephanie carry most of the conversation. After dinner the others all retired early to bed, mom and dad because they were leaving early in the morning, Stephanie and David pleaded exhaustion from their trip. This left me alone in the living room, lord over the remote. I kept switching between a stupid movie about some assassination plot and a documentary on Yellowstone Park. I couldn’t really get into either, so after zapping back and forth for half an hour I decided I should also just go to bed. A good night’s sleep might settle me down. The next morning I was woken up too early by mom as she came in to say goodbye. Dad followed suit and hushed my attempts to be civil and get out of bed to see them off properly. So I gladly hugged him goodbye and sank back to snuggle back into my soft warm sheets. As I was drifting back to sleep I heard their car pull out of the driveway. ~~~ I was being manhandled by some big hunk that looked suspiciously like David. He had pulled my left wrist up to the cross and tied it off, and was now busy doing the same with my right, spreading my arms wide above my head. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelmingly vivid and the humiliation of being affixed to a cross in front of a big crowd of nicely dressed party–goers was dreadful and exciting at the same time. I felt my dream–self moisten as my heart was pounding inside my chest. The dream was familiar, one of my regulars, that usually had me wake up in the middle of the night needing to bring the arousal to a head so I could get back to a normal state and get some sleep. It was only when my attacker gripped my jaw in his strong hand and forced my mouth to open and accept a gag that I woke up. Still muggy and slow coming out of a deep sleep, David—I didn’t have a

doubt that it was David—had managed to put the gag fully in before I could utter a sound. He quickly buckled it behind my head, silencing me effectively. I struggled against the ropes he had used to tie my wrists to either side of the headboard. My bed being a queen size this spread my arms wide and effectively immobilized the top half of my body. My legs were still under the covers, but I tried to bring them into play and kick at David. I only managed to uncover myself completely and then David caught one of my ankles and quickly wrapped a cord around it and tied it to the footboard. The other ankle was caught despite my frantic kicking and tied down too. Within moments I had been strapped to my own bed, spreadeagled and gagged, totally helpless. My heart was pounding in my chest, partly from the adrenaline of trying to fight him off, partly from the fear and humiliation of being tied up. In the back of my mind I also registered shock that David would do something like this to me while his girlfriend was somewhere in the same house. I tried to give him a disapproving glare to get him to let me go, but he just looked back at me with a slight smile. ”You look beautiful like that, sis.“ ”MMMMmmMMMM!“ Not much use trying to communicate like that. David turned away from me and went over to my desk. Rummaging around until he found what he was looking for, he came back to stand at the foot of the bed. Holding my scissors. He leaned over to my left leg and pulled my pajama pants away from my ankle. I shouldn’t have bought such good quality scissors, as these made short work of it, from the bottom of my pant–leg to the top. It took a little more work getting through the elastic band, but David soon had that cut through, too. Moving over to my right leg, he repeated the procedure. Now my legs were bare, lying on top of the ruined pant–legs of my pajama bottoms. Getting up on the bed between my legs, David put his hand on my pussy. A jolt went through me and I briefly jerked on the ropes binding me to the bed. That hurt my ankles and wrists, so I gave up again quickly. I did try to close my legs as far as my bonds let me, which wasn’t far. My breathing was ragged and quick through my nose. This was all going way too fast. Here I was being undressed by my brother after he had securely tied me spreadeagled to my own bed. I don’t know what I had been thinking was going to happen, but the touch of his heavy hand covering my pussy and mound brought home the fact that David had intentions far beyond any previous tying up games we had played. He was clearly going for the adult version now. Which terrified as much as it excited me. I tried to shrink back into the mattress, to dissolve beneath his touch, get away from this wrong act he was performing on my body, touching me intimately. I felt my neck and cheeks heat up. I hated when I did that, but of course had no control over it. David noticed and smiled at me. He looked so benign when he did that. At least when he wasn’t smirking his smirk. Then he looked like a douche. He really could be a great guy. In fact, that’s how I had always seen him. Fantasized about him even. But that was fantasy, this was real. And scary. And exciting. He grabbed the ruins of my pajama pants by the crotch and tugged them out from under me. Leaving me in my t–shirt and panties. ”See, I told you you like this,“ he said, as he ran his finger along my covered pussy lips. I squirmed in my bonds, trying to get away. My panties were damp, betraying my excitement to him. Next to go was my t–shirt. Cutting it up, David had no trouble getting it off me. My nipples hardened when they were exposed to the air. David grabbed them both between his fingers and gave them a painful tweak. ”Mmhm!“ David looked up at my face and grew serious. He moved over on top of me, parking his ass just about on top of my mound. ”So, little sis. Seems you finally started growing up, huh?“ He put his hands back on my breasts, and softly massaged them, cupping them with my hard nipples in his palms and sending shock waves

through my body, straight to my pussy. ”I thought you’d never get some of these, but here you are. All nice and perky. And just about the right size too, just a handful. Very pretty. Sexy as hell.“ ”MMmmhhmm!“ I couldn’t believe he was manhandling my tits as if he was doing nothing out of the ordinary. I also couldn’t believe what he had just said. His words forced a feeling of pride to rise up in me. My brother liked my tits. What the hell was wrong with me? Well, I did kind of like my size and shape up there myself as well, so I guess I couldn’t blame David for liking it, too. ”So, sis. Let’s just skip all the bullshit and get right to the point. We’re going to be here together for a while, all alone in this house. Well, the three of us, but I think we’ll all get along together just great. Actually, I’ll make sure of it. You see, I’m going to train you to be my little slave girl.“ What? I must have heard him wrong. This was going beyond ridiculous. He must have seen the reaction in my eyes. ”Yes, my little pet. You heard me. I know what you are, and what you truly want and need, so I’m going to give it to you. Better me than some kind of sleaze– bag that won’t appreciate what a treasure you are. You see, I’ve been getting a bit better educated while I was away. Have to thank a very nice little lady for opening my eyes and seeing what was there in front of me all the time. You see, my little sis, you are a submissive and a bit of a masochist.“ He was crazy. Out of his mind. Bonkers. And I was tied up to the bed, at his mercy. And getting pretty freaked. ”Aw, sis, don’t worry. I know it’s kind of a shock, but you’ll learn to love it. Learn to love being my little slave, just wait. But right now, I’ve been waiting for this moment far too long, so enough talk.“ He leaned over and kissed my forehead. I felt his hands rub along my outstretched arms, tickling my skin and raising goosebumps. Next he moved down over my face kissing my brows, my nose, then down to my jawline. As he started down into my neck, his hands moved down my arms, tickling me in my arm–pits and on down to my ribs. Everywhere his fingers went my goosebumps followed. I had closed my eyes, trying to block out the feelings he was raising in me, but it was useless. It was heavenly. David knew how to play me like an violin. I heard myself moan softly and quickly clamped my jaws around the gag and fought to keep myself in control. A battle I was loosing quickly. David ignored my sounds and continued on down with his kisses, heading for my breasts. He started on my right, circling around and around, nibbling and kissing and licking, but not yet touching my nipple. His right hand moved up to cup my left breast, just holding it, gently rubbing my nipple in his palm. Before he finally reached my nipple with his mouth, he moved over and worked my other breast with his mouth, switching his hands up too. Again, slowly approaching my nipple, but never really reaching. My breath was ragged, forced through my nose, and I was unable to stop myself from making soft mewling sounds and occasional stifled moans. David was very good at this. Damn. I was in turmoil. I didn’t want this. Any of this. Really. But my body was being manipulated into ever higher levels of arousal. And I was unable to stop it. Defenseless against David’s onslaught. He had me aroused and wet, soaking my panties. The thought was humiliating. David would notice. Know his plan was working. Making me enjoy what he was doing against my will. Breaking me. That thought nearly pushed me over the brink into orgasm. The only thing that kept me away was the surprise that ran through me. Surprise that such thoughts did nothing but excite me further. Was David right? No! I screamed it at myself. Denying with every fiber of my being. And still unable to silence that little nagging voice deep down inside that kept repeating, maybe… maybe… The constant struggle to keep myself from betraying my body’s reactions to David’s manipulations was exhausting me. I felt myself weaken against his touches and kisses. My own thoughts weren’t helping at all. As I felt I was finally nearing release, David stopped and sat up. ”Enjoying yourself?“ His grin was wicked. I blushed furiously and averted my eyes. My breathing was labored and loud through my nose. I had been so close to letting go completely. He grabbed my nipples between his fingers and started to tweak them. Starting off softly, he

increased the pressure, until he was really pinching them way too hard. I screamed into my gag in pain. Instead of easing off he started twisting them as he pinched them even harder. My scream inched up an octave and tears sprang into my eyes. I was struggling against my bonds with all my strength, oblivious to the damage the ropes were doing to my ankles and wrists, the pain there drowned out by the much more intense pain in my nipples. It felt as if he was tearing them off my breasts. When he finally let up, I slumped back in exhaustion. Strangely, though, I still was on the brink of an orgasm, my arousal not having been dampened much by David’s mistreatment of my nipples. ”Pleasure and pain, sis. I can give you either, or both, or anything in between. You just make sure you don’t piss me off, and I’ll keep the pain to bearable levels. If not, what you felt just now is going to feel like a sweet caress compared to the pain I’ll make you feel. Remember that.“ I saw in his face that he was serious. I shuddered to think what he had in mind that might bring me more pain than I had gone through just now. I was caught in his web, and I knew that I had better play along with his games. At least until I had a real opportunity to escape. If that ever presented itself. I really hoped it did, because a whole summer with the new David would probably kill me. If not physically, my mind and spirit for sure. The pain had morphed into a throbbing heat in my nipples radiating down into my breasts and reaching out to my pussy. I became aware that I was gently rocking my pelvis, as if I was trying to dry hump David who was still seated on top of me. Shamed, I quickly forced myself to stop. David grinned at me, as if he had been waiting for me to notice what I had been doing. I just closed my eyes to avoid having to look at him. I opened them again as he moved off me. He got up and retrieved the scissors. Knowing I was helpless to stop him anyway I just lay there as he cut through my panties. Instead of cutting through the waist band at my hips, he grabbed the crotch and cut through it there, leaving the ruins dangling around my waist. If he was trying to humiliate me more, it was working. He pushed the remains higher up on my waist so that my pussy and ass were completely bare. He tossed the scissors away and knelt down on the bed between my spread legs. My tears were steadily trickling down my cheeks, but at the same time I was aroused beyond anything I’d been before. David had worked me up to a fever pitch and had then kept me there for longer than I thought possible. I was almost ready to beg him to just finish the job and let me cum. David put his hands on my thighs and slowly rubbed them up and down. He slowly moved up higher and down lower, before moving his hands in and down to rub my inner thighs. Higher, to just below my spread pussy lips. Then, without warning he drew back with his right hand and slapped my inner thigh. I jerked in surprise and pain. Next, his left hit my other thigh. He went on slapping, alternating between left and right, making sure to hit my sensitive inner thighs, up just below my pussy. He started off slow and not too hard, but soon he increased the speed and the force so that it was really starting to hurt me. After about ten hits I was screaming into my gag, trying to get him to stop. Have mercy on me. But it seemed he only got more excited by my muffled sounds. When I thought he had ruined my soft skin with his beating he stopped and rubbed his hands over my heated thighs. Once again the pain quickly morphed into heat and excitement that crept out to my erogenous zones, my pussy, my breasts, my nipples. Without warning he leaned forward and put his hands on either side of my pussy, pressing my legs wider. God. He was inches away from my pussy, looking at my wet and swollen lips. He ran his fingers through the sparse curls on top of my mound, bringing shivers to my body. I felt his warm breath beating down upon my bare flesh. He was too close. I squirmed in my bonds, trying to get away, or trying to get him to close the distance. I wasn’t sure anymore. My body was highly aroused, just waiting to release the heat that had been built up inside by David. After a minute of teasingly running his hands around my crotch, running through my curls, over my mound, up to my belly and down my loins and to my inner thighs, he finally inched closer and planted

a soft kiss at the top of my slit, where my short curls stopped and my clitoris was hidden in the pink folds of my flesh. Lingering with his lips now softly brushing against my skin, he moved his head up and down, left and right. He was softly grazing his lips over my folds, and I couldn’t stop myself from arching my hips up to increase the contact. As I did, David pressed down again and slipped his tongue out to delve in, looking for my clit. A shock ran through me as he found his target. A moan escaped me through my gag. A quick taste and he was gone again, leaving me wanting and panting through my nose. I wanted this to be over so badly. I didn’t care about David being my brother—even if technically he wasn’t—, or the pain he had caused me. It was all drowned out by my need to orgasm already! I was so close. David planted his hands on either side of my pussy lips and pressed my folds open. He nibbled along my outer lips, then moved in to taste me straight from the source. I felt his tongue invade me and lick around my vulva. I lost all inhibitions and just let go. But David was taking it slow. Keeping me on edge, making sure I didn’t get too far away from him and come before he allowed me. If he was ever going to allow me. It shot through my mind, and some part of me wailed against the surrender inherent in that thought. He had broken me after all. At least for the moment. Keeping up his attentions to my pussy, licking and tasting and kissing and nibbling, David moved his hands up over my stomach, heading for my breasts. The combined feeling of his mouth on my pussy and his hands playing with my nipples propelled my arousal up to the next plateau. Still he masterfully kept me from tipping over the edge. So close, but still too far. I was now continuously mewling around my gag, hoping he would correctly interpret my inane sounds as the pleadings for release that they were. His manipulations of my breasts became rougher, edging back into slightly painful territory. His focus shifted more to my nipples, too. The most sensitive parts of my breasts. Already over–sensitized by his earlier manhandling of them, the pain shot through me as he once again gripped them too hard between thumbs and fingers. The pain angled straight to my pussy and I felt a surge of wetness there. David did too, he increased his slurping, drinking straight from the source, but didn’t stick around for long. His mouth and lips and tongue now moved back up my slit to find my clit again. As he reached my clit—which was now fully extended between my folds, begging for attention—he latched onto it as if giving me a miniature blow–job. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, the suction forcing even more blood into the super–sensitized organ. At the same time he pinched down on both my nipples with what must have been all his strength. It felt as if he was trying to crush them into a pulp. The pain was unbearable and I shrieked into my gag. But his attentions had pushed me as far as I could go and a moan overpowered my shriek as my orgasm finally crashed through me. As I shuddered in orgasm, David gripped my clit between his teeth and bit down. Too hard. Pain shot up from there to merge with the pain radiating from my nipples, but the pleasure from my orgasm swept it all up and confused my body into thinking it was all good. I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I shuddered and convulsed with the heady mix of pleasure and pain, tugging at my bonds and chafing my ankles and wrists until they bled. I don’t know when David switched back from his teeth to his tongue, or backed away from ripping my nipples off, but somewhere in my orgasm I managed to notice that the immediate pain had stopped and he was caressing me as if nothing cruel could ever cross his mind. He had my clit cradled in lips, swirling his tongue around it, soothing it and fueling my ongoing orgasm. He slowly and tenderly brought me back down. Caressing, licking, kissing and soothing me while I recovered from the intense feelings that were swirling through me. My heart rate was through the roof and my breathing was labored, panting through my nose because of the gag still silencing me. A warm glow infused my body, radiating out from all the points where David had hurt me, my breasts and especially my nipples, my inner thighs, my pussy and clit. I sank back into my bed, feeling drowsy and wanting nothing but to drift off into sleep, to awaken later to find that all this had really been a dream,

and not the hybrid nightmare/fantasy–come–true I knew it was. Shudders were still traveling up and down my body, but slowly settling down. David was softly rubbing my stomach and chest, running his hands everywhere over my torso, down my flanks, caressing me, making me shiver in pleasure. His mouth was planting sweet soft kisses all around my pussy, on my mound, my inner thighs, my labia. Worshiping my lady bits as if he hadn’t just nearly bitten off my most treasured little piece of flesh. The throb in my clit and nipples was still reminding me of the painful experience he had just put me through, but the pleasure that was suffusing my body and mind were playing tricks with me. Softening the hurt and transforming it in my mind as part of the pleasure. I was once again thoroughly confused. As I came down from my high, it slowly started to trickle back into my consciousness that here I was, tied spreadeagled to my own bed, having just had the most intense orgasm at the hands of my brother. As that realization finally took form and came crashing into my mind, I started crying, bawling my eyes out. David sat back up. I had my eyes squeezed tightly shut against the tears, but felt him lean forward on his hands to either side of my head. He kissed my forehead and whispered into my ear; ”That’s right, sis. Let it all out. You did great. We’re going to have the greatest summer together!“ I just started crying louder through my gag. I was crushed. Humiliated that I had let go so thoroughly, had such an intense orgasm, while my brother was ravaging my body. That the pain had only seemed to intensify my feelings was another source of confusion and humiliation. How could it be? I didn’t want pain, but I had no doubt that it had a large hand in the shattering orgasm I had experienced. I was too tired, too exhausted to keep up my bawling for long. When I calmed down somewhat I noticed that David had left my room. I closed my eyes and still sniffling a bit, I drifted off into sleep. ~~~ When I woke up I was tucked under my covers, still naked but free from the restraints on my ankles and wrists. I brought up my left wrist to look at it and saw that someone had wrapped a bandage around it. I pushed the covers back and sat up…and noticed the stiff collar around my neck with the chain dangling from the back. I felt around for a release, or something, to get it off, but I quickly found the padlock that held it closed. Attached to the padlock was also the chain. The other end of the chain was fastened to the headboard of my bed. ”You won’t be able to get loose. I tried. I try all the time, but it’s impossible.“ I whipped around to look at the speaker. It was Stephanie, sitting naked on her knees on the floor next to my bed. ”He’s too good at making sure the bindings are inescapable.“ I saw she had a similar collar around her neck, padlocked to another chain that was also fastened to my bed. ”That makes it all the better." She said it with a breathless quality, as if in thrall of the perpetrator of all this insanity. My brother. His girlfriend naked and bound next to my bed. Me, just as naked and bound. And weeks of summer still to come, with just the three of us in this house. It was going to be a long, scary, exciting summer.

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