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A Week Away PRELUDE: It was a typical summer day; the sun was blazing and it was saltry and humid, whispering of approaching storms in the surrounding hills. I was just out of school for summer vacation, as was my sister, Christy, and as usual we were both trying to finish up our chores around the house so that we could go out and enjoy the sun like typical kids on a typical summer day. We lived in a small community of about 15,000 people with our mother, Janice, a nurse and administrator in the Psychology Department at the local county hospital. She was at work that first day of summer, and it fell on Christy and I to do the housework; laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc. as it did most of the time. Our mother put in long, hard hours at the hospital, and sometimes we didn't see her for days on end as she often came home late and left again early. Our father had died when I was five and Christy was eight, just over ten years before, and though his insurance had left us with a modest income and had paid off the house, mom still found it hard to make ends meet with three mouths to feed. So she went back to school for a year to get her degrees that she had abandoned to get married and registered as a Nurse of Psychology, easily getting a good job at the Community Memorial Hospital to supplement our income. Christy and I were still in school, though she would be a senior her next year, and I would just be starting high school as a freshman. She was gearing up for college already, and seemed a shoe-in for any scholarships she wanted. Christy was a brain; always in the top 5% of her class, rarely getting a "B" on any report card, while I seemed to struggle in every class I took. Teachers constantly reminded me about how smart or talented she was, and asked me "Why couldn't I be more like her?" She was on the Honor Roll, and president of several clubs, though the only club that sparked my interest was the Art Club as I had a bit of drawing talent. Christy was popular and beautiful of course, as well as smart. She was a Varsity cheerleader, in the "Upper Track", and clique as they say. I on the other hand barely had any friends. Where she was tall and shapely, I was short and thin, slender actually. She was both taller than I was, and she weighed more but it was in all the right places, if you know what I mean. Her hair was long and golden brown - mine was shoulder- length and choppy dish-watered dull. Her skin was bronzed from the West Coast sun, while mine remained a pasty pale white, burning whenever I got too much sun. People who saw us together could not believe that we were siblings, and I admit, there were times when I had my own doubts. I was a geeky, average kid that just didn't seem to fit in outside of my own household. Still, life at home wasn't so bad. I got on well with my mother and sister, and I know that they loved me, though at times I felt that my sister, being the eldest, was a little more favored than I was. All children feel that at times, I suppose, and not having a father probably made a difference. Some people thought that I was more than a little effeminate. Most times it didn't bother me. Most times... Aside from the usual sibling rivalries though, Christy and I had a typical relationship, at least on the outside. There was one major difference in our home life that was not so typical and I have to admit that most people, our best friends and family included, would never understand. You see, my sister and I both loved bondage... When I say that I know that the first thing that pops into most people's minds is whips and chains and a lot of shiny leather. That is not the case, and excuse me for a moment as I get up on my soapbox. When I say bondage, what I mean is being tied up and helpless, being bound with ropes or duct tape or whatever. Sometimes it could be chains, but not in the way most people think. My sister and I both found out at an early age that it excited us to see people tied up on television or in the comic books or in stories and novels. I don't know what it is, and I doubt Christy did either at the time, but the idea - at least for me - of being tied up, gagged and helpless while someone paraded around free to do whatever they wanted excited me no end. That someone being a girl or woman made it even better for me. I found out later that it was different for Christy, but I'll get to that- I think it was probably the old Batman television show from the Sixties that was the catalyst, really pushed us over the edge. We were both too young to see the original run of course, but Mom had watched it when she was growing up and had suggested it to us one night when she saw it listed on Nickelodeon. Christy was dubious at first, but being a boy and into comic books I was all for it. I remember that first night with crystal clarity, the three of us sitting around the television watching as Catwoman tied up Batgirl with catgut rope and actually leaning forward as the captured girl squirmed and writhed on the lawn, finally starting up the sprinkler system so that the constricting line would loosen and she could escape. I was on the edge of my seat, and glancing at Christy I saw that she was watching with rapt attention, licking her lips and almost breathless. We were hooked from that moment on, the both of us. Needless to say we became fans and neither of us missed an episode after that first. We went on to see if there were other like shows, and occasionally there were, but nothing to the extreme that Batman went. For a long while it was a bit of a joke as we both casually tried to find shows with bondage. We would make jokes about it, laughing at whoever got tied and at how stupid they were not to get out of the flimsy bondage that TV portrayed. It was Christy who finally said something like "I could get out of that, so easy!" She looked at me and I smiled, knowing an invitation when I saw one. That was the first time I got to tie up my sister. I tied her as closely as I could to what we had just seen on TV; hands bound at the wrists behind her back, sitting in a chair, another cord about her ankles and the chair legs. There was a gag too, which I used a scarf tied loosely about her head. When I thought I had her secured well enough I glanced at the clock and said 'done', then sat back in my chair to watch her try to get free. There is nothing at all incestuous about our relationship, but I have to admit sitting there watching as my sister squirmed in her bonds, moaning through her gag and breathing hard that I was getting excited. As I said, my sister is gorgeous - always has been - and seeing her there like that, well, she looked hot. I tried to ignore that she was my sister, but that made it all the worse. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she struggled and found my eyes focusing on her heaving breasts, then drifting down her long, tan legs and finally watching her feet. She was wearing thongs, and I could see that even her toes were wiggling as she tried to get free. I was staring at her feet when suddenly her hands shot down into my line of sight. I looked up and saw that her hands were free and she had already pulled the gag down about her neck as she deftly picked at the knots on the rope about her ankles. She looked up at me with a wide grin as she unloosed the cord from her legs and quickly stood. I glanced at the clock and saw that it hadn't even been ten minutes. "Your turn," she sang, dangling the rope in her hand before me and I sighed, defeated and excited as well. It was my turn- I sat in the chair, the same as Christy, and with a giggle she moved around behind me and started to apply the ropes. I learned then and there that my sister was far better at tying knots than I would ever be as she wrapped and rewrapped the rope around my crossed wrists. She jerked hard as she came to the end of the nylon cord and I actually winced as it bit into my skin. She knotted the line again and again, placing the knots far and away from my groping fingers before she moved around in front of me and squatted down at my feet. She was sweating from her exertions, and I saw a stain between her then small breasts on her tight shirt. I could feel her undoing the laces of my shoes, pulling them off and then my socks. She said I'd appreciate the rope better on my bare skin and I figured she was right. Christy started wrapping the second line about my ankles, criss-crossing it again every few loops. To finish though, unlike me she did not tie my ankles off to the front chair leg but rather looped the tail of the rope about the brace between the legs and jerked my feet back until my toes were off of the floor knotting them tightly in place. She stood up then and brushed her hair back behind her ears as she looked down at me. I was already squirming, but she said that she wasn't quite finished. She picked up another long bit of rope and started tying it about my stomach and intertwining it within the struts on the ladderback chair. Every turn she tugged tight, forcing my back against the chair until she finally knotted that line into the bondage at my wrists. I had not done that to her, and when I called her on it she simply shrugged. "Maybe you should have," she laughed as she bent over and picked up one of my dirty, smelly socks. She grinned wickedly. "Open up," she said and my eyes went wide in shock. Surely she wasn't going to put that in my mouth- "No-" I said and she quickly rammed the balled up sock home. She held the palm of her hand flat over my lips and face as she gathered the scarf I had used and started to wrap it about my head. She got three turns about me, each one tighter and tighter forcing my lips apart and holding the foul packing deeper within. Finally she knotted that off and patted my cheek. "There we go," she smiled as she glanced at the clock and stood back in front of me, hands on her hips. "Now get out of that," she said and sauntered over to the sofa and plopped down. I started my struggles- We both learned then and there that Christy liked to be the tier more than the tie-ee where I was the opposite. She definitely had a dominant streak and loved to have me at her mercy. She loved to watch me squirming in her bondage, and I loved that she was free to move about while I was helpless. That was the biggest turn on for me. We discovered too that day that I had a huge foot fetish. Even tied up and struggling my gaze kept drifting back to my sister's feet. She caught on right away I guess, as she started to tease me with her feet. She crossed her legs as she sat, one over the other and started to kick her foot, dangling her flip-flop and slapping the rubber against the sole of her foot. She would stretch out her long, dark legs and rest them on the coffee table, crossing them at the ankles and twirling her foot. She would fold them up and prop them on the table's edge, scrunching her toes or simply plant them on the floor and slide her feet in and out of her thongs. It drove me wild, and I could see her stealing glances at me at first. Eventually she simply slipped one leg beneath her and sat angled towards me, raising and lowering her leg and flexing her toes making the rubber slap her sole as she twirled her foot. She grinned throughout, knowing that she was driving me wild somehow and worse, distracting me. Ten minutes quickly passed, and then another ten and I was still as tightly bound as when I had started struggling. Christy laughed, finally uncoiling and strolling up to me. She stood towering - sort of - before me, hands on her hips and smiling in triumph. "Well, I guess we know who's better at this," she mocked and I grunted into my gag, nodding my head. I figured that she was going to release me as she moved around behind the chair. My eyes went wide as she pulled the knots at my wrists even tighter. I moaned into my gag and craned my head, trying to see her behind me. She was already at the doorway, pausing for a final look- "Mom won't be home for at least five hours, Billy," she said and I glanced at the clock. She was right, if Mom got off on time that was, which she rarely did. "I figure you ought'a be able to get out of that by then. I'm gonna get some lunch, then grab a nap. Have fun." I screamed into my gag as my sister strolled off. I could hear the sound of her flip-flops on the hardwood floor receding in the distance, then her moving about in the kitchen for awhile. After that there was silence. I struggled and struggled at my bonds but five hours later when Christy returned to set me free I was no closer to escape than I had been when she had left me. We talked about the whole thing that night, whispering on her bed in her room, with the lights out, with Mom asleep just a few yards down the hall in her own room. We decided that it was a fun safe game for the two of us to play so long as we didn't get carried away or try anything too extreme. The tie-er would never leave the captive totally alone in the house, or tie them in any life threatening positions, things like that. Christy decided that she wanted to do most of the tying, and that was more than fine by me. She had really enjoyed having me at her mercy most of the day, and I had enjoyed it too. She asked me about her feet as well and I admitted that the way she kicked her legs and twirled her ankles had been driving me crazy. She had smiled at that, and said that she had no problem adding that little torture to our games. I readily agreed! So it started. Over the next few years we took advantage of every opportunity we had to tie one another up, which was actually quite a bit as Mom worked odd hours and we were both LatchKey Kids. As I said it was usually Christy doing the tying, but every once in awhile she asked me to tie her up to try some new position that we had seen on TV or in a comic book. For the most part it was me on the receiving end however, and if Christy had started out great at tying me, she only got better. I was lashed to chairs in various ways. I was bound hand and foot on the floor with her simply walking about me free, her feet falling just inches from my face and actually stepping over me at times. She tied me to the thick support column in our basement, sometimes standing head to toe, sometimes sitting with my legs stretched out before me. She quickly learned the art of the hog-tie, and the ball tie and too many times had me wrapped up too tight to move a muscle let alone try and get free. She tied me spread eagle to my bed and hers a time or two, but we both found that pretty boring as my movements were too limited for her and I could not see her feet, which was becoming a major turn on as I grew older. She did like the way my penis stood up at attention when I was bound flat on my back, and a couple times she actually flicked it, giggling as I writhed in pain. It was just last month that she started to take things a bit further. She had me trussed up in a hog tie on the floor of her room while she lay on her bed finishing up her homework. I was squirming about on the hardwood floor, a throw rug bunching up beneath me as I wiggled about and moaning into my gag in mock discomfort when I heard her book slam shut and suddenly her feet slipped to the floor right in front of my face. She was wearing leather sandals that strapped over her foot just behind her toes and again about her ankle. They were dark and well worn with big gold buckles and thick crepe soles. They were filthy, and close as they were to my face I could smell the old leather and the scent of my sister's feet. I stared as she wiggled her toes, almost mesmerized by the dazzling pink polish as she slid her feet closer to my face. I glanced up, my erection growing beneath me and saw her wicked smile as she bent low and started to undo the knot of my gag behind my head. She pulled the old scarf free and waited until I had pushed the packing (one of her socks) out of my mouth, licking my lips and working my jaw. She slid her foot forward right under my face- "Lick!" was all that she said, and when I looked up again I saw a hard, stern look on her face. She meant it, and there was nothing I could do but comply. I leaned in and started licking her foot. I licked at the worn leather and the shining buckles. I licked about and under the straps. I licked the edges of the sole, and the very bottom when she raised her foot, crossing her legs. When she was satisfied with the sandal she told me not to ignore her foot and I started running my tongue over her soft skin. It tasted salty and tangy, and every now and then I got a mouthful of dirt and grime but I did not care. I was in heaven. I licked under her toes and slid my tongue under her foot, moaning as she laughed and pressed down with her weight. I licked at her heel and sucked on her toes for a long time, then started it all over again with the other foot. I heard her moan occasionally, and she would pull away too, teasing me as she denied me her feet. She wanted it though, maybe as much as me and kept coming back for more. I heard her gasping eventually, and when I glanced up I saw that she was laying back on her bed and all that I could see were her legs hanging over the edge. Her breathing and moaning increased, and I licked all the harder. I wanted to make her happy, and knowing what she was up to, I wanted to do all that I could for her as she had made my dreams come true as well. I was b licking her feet - what I had dreamed of so often. I licked and nibbled at her toes and her moans quickly turned to breathless screams! Finally I sensed her shudder and her moaning and screaming stopped, turned to soft whimpers. Her breathing slowed and the bed had settled again. I kept licking but slowly now, softly as she came back down to earth. Finally she pulled her foot away from my mouth and out of reach. She placed it on my head and pressed down until my cheek was mashed against the floor. She just kept me that way for awhile, resting both feet on my head and face as she recovered from her orgasm. I closed my eyes... I woke to the gentle tapping of my sister's foot on my face. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me sweetly. She held something balled up in her fist, and when she told me to open up I did so without a second thought. She stuffed her damp, soiled panties into my mouth and quickly replaced my gag before I could realize what they were and spit them out. I gagged and sneered for a moment, to which she giggled, but then I accepted my fate and looked up at her again. She looked beautiful as she stood dressed in her sandals, shorts and a tight tee shirt. She leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees and her hair cascaded about her shoulders- "Are you all right," she asked and I nodded. "Do you want me to untie you?" I shook my head and she straightened. "Good," she said and stepped right over me and out of the room. I lay there for awhile and struggled at my bonds but got nowhere near free. She returned in a few minutes with a sandwich and soda and quickly sprawled on the bed again. I watched her as she watched television, ignoring me but for the leg that she dangled over the side of the bed. Every time I sniffed about her foot or got too close she would pick it up and out of reach causing me to whimper. She tortured me like that for quite awhile before she finally untied me. I was never really sure if our mother knew what we were up to or not. I know that she was happy that we always seemed to be getting along. In that respect we were unlike most siblings, but I loved and respected my sister for what she did to me, for me, and I would have done anything for her. God I had licked her feet clean. What was left? Mother never said a word, never asked a single question even though there were a number of times that we had cut the bondage a bit close and were almost caught... Once Christy had me hog-tied really tight on the throw rug on the living room floor. I was struggling happily and she had her feet stretched out and crossed at the ankles resting between my shoulder blades while she read a book for school. We both looked up and gasped in a panic when we saw the headlights of Mom's car flash across the wall. She was home almost two hours early! Christy jumped to her feet and ran to the window, reaffirming that it was Mom. I screamed into my gag and rolled around on the floor wanting her to untie me- "No time," she said, running forward and grabbing the edge of the throw rug. With an effort she heaved and dragged me across the floor towards the closet. I screamed into my gag and shook my head but she just told me to be quiet as she opened the closet door. She drug me into the dark hall closet as far as she could then stepped over me and out again and began shoving me in deeper with her foot. Finally satisfied she told me to keep quiet again and shut the door. I was heaving, gasping for breath in a panic as I heard the front door open and close. I heard my mother and sister making small talk; how was your day, how was yours, what did you do, where's Billy? My eyes went wide as I held my breath- "He's in bed," Christy said not missing a beat. "He wasn't feeling well." "Oh," Mom responded, "maybe I should check on him." "Just a cold I think," Christy said, "and a slight fever. I gave him some aspirin. He's asleep..." "Okay," Mom said, her voice fainter now, moving away. "I'll let him sleep then..." I didn't hear the rest. It was well after three in the morning when Christy finally came back down to release me. She said she was sorry, she had fallen asleep waiting for Mom to do the same. I moaned, as I had been in the hog-tie for better than twelve hours that night. Christy actually had to help me get up the stairs and into bed... Another time I guess Christy was feeling really bold. She had me tied up in the basement, standing at attention, my back against the support column. She had tied my arms behind the column and wrapped ropes around my body at my ankles, knees, waist and neck. I could not move a muscle but she completed the bondage by gagging me with her panties again and then wrapping another rope about my face and behind the pole, spreading my lips as well as locking my head into place. The cellar was a dirty, grimy place and we all hated it. The washer and dryer were down there as well as shelves and tools and boxes of things that we stored like the Christmas decorations and old clothes and such. There was an old weight bench that had belonged to our father that I had been tied to more than once, and a treadmill that Christy had locked me to before and told me to run as she had lashed away at my butt with a ruler. I had had my shorts on, and it had not really hurt but it had been a thrill and a half for me. There were mice in the basement too. Christy had used to scare me with stories of rats but I had never really believed- not truly. That day though I saw them, two of them. They scrabbled out of a hole in the wall and reared up looking at me in curiosity. I writhed and thrashed in my bonds but they just stared, rolling their eyes and twitching their whiskers. They ignored me after a bit and finally dashed back to safety when Christy came padding downstairs to check on me. I sagged to see her, and she just smiled as she circled me, checking my bonds. Christy checked on me a few times that day as it was really hot. I had not realized really at the time, but I was almost naked that day too as she had convinced me to strip down to my Speedo before she had tied me up in the hot and humid cellar. She came down and spritzed me with water a few times, gave me a drink on occasion, but I was bound and gagged, and tied to the pole for the better part of the day, almost fifteen hours before she finally released me. Throughout I could here her moving around upstairs, her feet padding on the floor over my head. That really excited me and made my bondage bearable. It excited me even more, but worried me as well when it got late and I suddenly heard another pair of feet moving around upstairs. It was our mother I knew, home from work and I wondered what Christy had told her this time to explain my absence. I could hear my Mom's heels clacking on the hardwood floor overhead as she walked and felt myself getting hard. Add to that my sister's softer footfalls and I was in heaven. I had two women moving about freely while I was bound, gagged and helpless in the basement. It went on for awhile as I squirmed, listening, occasionally hearing one of them but not able to make out what they said. It was great! Christy came down late again and released me, apologizing, saying she had lost track of the time. I knew that she was lying, and as soon as I was free I dropped to my knees and started kissing her feet, thanking her. She giggled and ordered me up to my room, slapping my ass as I ran up the stairs and snuck up into the house still in my Speedos. It was exciting as hell! Which brings me up to date... SUNDAY: Christy and I were finishing our chores, a typical, hot summer's day like I said. I was in the kitchen, just finishing up the breakfast dishes, the last of my daily jobs when Mom was at work. Christy had fallen behind in her chores and was just starting the vacuuming, and still had to do the laundry. It was her own fault, as usual. While I had started my jobs early, while she had been watching a silly morning talk show that spoke on different topics every day. That day's program was on Bondage and Dominance, and I could understand Christy's fascination with the show at the time, and the topic intrigued me more than a little, but I wanted to get my work done. It was her time though, so if she wanted to fritter it away watching television, that was her business. I knew however, that she was planning on going to the lake with her friends later that morning, and I knew that she was running late. Normally I would have volunteered to help her out, but I was planning on bike riding with one of my few friends-Steve - and he was due to come by in a few minutes, so I had to get ready to leave myself. I finished up the dishes and headed for my room, cutting through the living room where Christy was vacuuming. She was wearing cut-off blue jeans, sport sandals and a T-shirt, and I hate to admit it but I understood why all the guys at school drooled when she went by. She was sexy as hell. Every boy's wet dream. Even my own on occasion, as well as my friend's. I even suspected that Steve was only my friend in order to be around my sister. They had dated once or twice, when they were both younger, but Christy could have any guy at school, and though Steve was better looking than I was, he was still not one of her "clique". I was 5'5" in between 8th and 9th grades, and Steve was 5'9", barely an inch taller than Christy, not up to her standards. She liked much taller men. And older...Steve was only half a year older than me. He was smart though, and built. Steve was a physical nut; bike riding, weight lifting, running, that sort of thing, and in much better shape than I was. He could have easily kicked my ass if ever he chose to. Christy clicked off the vacuum as I walked by and dabbed at the sweat at her brow. Her skin was glistening seductively, and I was ashamed at my foul thoughts, staring at the damp spot on her shirt between her breasts and her long legs. "Billy," she said, and snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up into her face and found her smiling impishly at me, one hand on cocked hip as she leaned on the handle of the vacuum cleaner. "Be a dear, Bro, and give me a hand finishing up. I want to go to the lake today." She smiled sweetly, and batted her blue puppy dog eyes at me. I swallowed my resolve and shook my head. "Sorry Sis." I said. "I'm goin' ridin' with Steve in a few minutes. I gotta get ready." "C'mon..." she frowned. "It'll only take a few minutes. Steve'll wait. You work fast, and I'll owe you one." "Another one. You owe me so many now it isn't funny. And you know you wouldn't help me if I needed it." She mocked exaggerated shock, placing a hand to her chest, "I would too. How can you say that?" "From experience. Just last month I was runnin' late for school and needed a hand with the breakfast dishes. I asked you and you just laughed and said 'tough luck' as you sauntered your ass out the door. I got a week's detention for that tardy." "Well...I had to-" "You had to nothin'!" I snapped, "You just wanted to see me fuck up again. Then you ran home an' told Mom, and she grounded me for a week too." Christy smirked at my outrage, though she tried to hide it. "I'm sorry," she whined in her little 'hurt' voice, but I wasn't buying it. "Fuck you! It's your own fault that you're runnin' late. Deal with it!" I'm ashamed to say that I never saw the blow coming. The palm of her hand exploded against my cheek, bringing up a hand shaped red weal that stung like the devil. I yelped, more from shock than pain, and jumped back out of arm's length. Christy was furious, eyes popping as she shook her finger in my face. I was shocked. Though she had spanked me before, she had never blatantly slapped me. "Don't you talk to me like that again!" she screamed. "You prick. I ought'a spank your ass, beat the shit outta you. And don't think I won't tell Mom either. Fuckin' brat! I helped bring you in to this world... raised you... an' I can take you out of it too!" I was still rubbing my face as she continued. I listened for a bit, then realized that this was just a scheme to get me to feel guilty and do her chores. She was sneaky, conceited and snotty when she wanted to be, though I seemed to be the only one who saw that side of her. I let her ramble on awhile longer, then I cut her off. I put my hands up and backed away, a smirk on my own lips as I was finally getting over on the mighty Princess Christy. "Listen," I said, still backing, "I gotta go get ready. Do your own fuckin' chores for once." and I slipped into my room closing the door behind me. She called me a string of names, and even threw something at the door. I just laughed and began to change my clothes. *** I was washing up in the bathroom when I heard Christy's knock on the door- "Billy. Steve's here," she said through the door. I had not heard the doorbell, but thought nothing of it as I answered her. I quickly dried off and pulled on my tank top, then stepped out into the hallway. A strong hand grabbed my right wrist and twisted my arm up and around into the small of my back as another arm snaked around my throat in a crushing embrace. I gasped in surprise, and the arm tightened on my windpipe, effectively cutting off my breathing. I grabbed and clawed at the arm to no avail as it was clamped firmly in place. My right arm was ground up higher as I struggled, spots of gray already flashing in my vision. Obviously I was being assaulted, but I couldn't for the life of me understand why. My first thought was that we were being robbed, and my concern quickly went to Christy. I was worried that she would be hurt too... or worse. I did not see her, and I tried to call out her name but managed little more than a grunt as the arm about my throat tightened like a vise. Whoever had hold of me easily forced me to my knees with his superior strength and leverage. As I hit the floor, the grip on my neck relaxed a bit, and I was able to draw a breath. Too late I realized my mistake. I caught the whiff of an odor that I recognized all too well. My mother was a nurse, as I said, and often kept chemicals and medicines around the house and in her bag. I sucked in a great lung-full of chloroform as a wide cloth passed in front of my eyes from behind me. A second assailant, I surmised, as the first set of arms still had me locked tight. The cloth was pressed tightly over my mouth and nose, my face, leaving me no choice but to breathe in the noxious chemical or suffocate. And I had already dimmed enough that the bit I had breathed in was making me light-headed. I was fading. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision and everything started to blur. I tried once more to feebly struggle, but quickly became winded and weak. My last thought was of Christy, Must protect Christy... Then I passed out... *** I woke slowly. I had no idea how much time had passed, but my muscles, my whole body felt stiff and sore. My head was throbbing from the chloroform, and as I blinked, trying to focus my eyes started to water from the pain and bright light. I tried to focus my thoughts along with my vision, but my head felt muddled and it was hard to concentrate with the constant pounding. Still, slowly, I started to get my attention focused again. Few things made sense at first. I realized that I was still on the floor, as I could feel the rough shag carpet beneath me, scratching at my skin. It felt as though I was naked, as I could feel the grit and fiber rubbing against my flesh and irritating my nipples. I moaned, trying to move so that I could get up, remembering suddenly what had happened, but my voice seemed muffled and far away, and for some reason my arms and legs just would not respond. I figured that I had inhaled far too much chloroform, that I had not only been forced unconscious, but was paralyzed from the drug as well and my limbs had fallen asleep. More coming awake, and I realized that it was not the drug that kept me helpless. I could feel something wadded up in my mouth, pressing down on my tongue and soaking up my spit. There was something sticky and thick wrapped about my face, and I quickly understood that I had been gagged. I could just make out the silver sheen of the duct tape that had been wrapped about my lower face, and it hurt, pulling at my skin as I tried to move my jaws to force it off. I tried to move my arms again, to bring my hands to my mouth to pull the gag away and was shocked to find that I had been bound as well. I was tied up on the floor, my hands bound behind my back and anchored to my ankles, which had been tied to my wrists. I could feel rope winding about my ankles and knees and another bit of cord intertwined between the bonds of my hands and feet. I was securely done up in a hog-tie and gagged- unable to make more than a winded grunt, unable to move more than a feeble rocking from side to side. I was helpless- I looked up and around, immediately fearing that we were being robbed. I had been attacked, bound, gagged and left by my assailants. Oddly, however, nothing seemed out of place but me as I looked about the room. I had been moved I noted right away. I had been assaulted just outside of my bedroom door, but now I was in the living room, lying in front of the couch. The television was on, and I could see that the VCR was still in place and had not been stolen. Perhaps the robbers had not gotten to it yet and were checking out the rest of the house. It was then that I thought of my sister again. If I was here and helpless, what was happening to her? She could be bound and gagged as well, or worse- I screamed into my gag and thrashed around in my bonds but didn't accomplish anything except to tighten the ropes at my wrists and ankles. I soon became winded, only being able to breathe through my nose, and I had worked up a sweat as well from my useless exertions. I dropped my forehead to the floor, closing my eyes and trying to relax as I drew in long breaths. I couldn't hear anything over the television, which was tuned into the Home Shopping Station for some reason; a channel we all hated for sheer boredom. I could see light coming from the kitchen doorway, and shadows moving about as though someone were in there. Stealing the silver maybe? I didn't know, but I watched intently, trying to get my breath back and willing the knots holding me tight to come undone. I had nothing else to do. I saw the shadows shift and lengthen and knew that whoever was in there was heading my way. Quickly I started tugging at my bonds again, and again got nowhere. I was trapped and helpless, at least for the time being and resigned myself to my fate. I stared at the kitchen doorway, the most evil look I could muster under the circumstances, waiting for my captor to round the corner. When he did my eyes grew wide with shock. I could not believe it! My friend Steve stepped into the living room in all his glory. From my position on the floor he looked tall and strong. He was wearing a black muscle shirt - the kind with no sleeves - and a pair of dark swim trunks that seemed tight on him and a little familiar, almost like a pair of mine. His arms and legs were darkly tanned and his muscles seemed to ripple with his every step. I looked him up and down, seeing that he had on a pair of black Converse high-tops, loosely laced, and no socks, and saw that his black hair was mussed, like he had just woken up himself. I stared up at him, annoyed at his freedom and ashamed at my own helplessness, being tied up, gagged and naked. He apparently had not even seen me yet, and I saw that he had raided the fridge, with a cold piece of chicken in one hand and a beer in the other. I screamed into my gag to get his attention- "Eeee! Umm I eee!" I yelled, but my loudest shouts were little more than grunts through my tightly packed mouth. I thrashed around again, thumping up and down on the floor to get him to notice me and untie me. When I looked up again he had an almost comical look of shock on his face. He had seen me, finally, and was returning my stare, his eyes wide as he took in my bound body. "Eeee..." I moaned again, and then my own eyes went wide as I saw him snort in amusement and smirk. He took a sip from his beer, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Hey!" he called out and I blinked, wondering what was going on. Who was he calling to? "He's awake!" Steve stepped right up beside my head forcing me to crane my neck to look up at him. He stared down at me, towering over my helpless body with a huge grin on his face. He looked totally evil then and there, and totally uncaring of my plight. He ripped the last of the meat from the chicken leg then set the bone and the beer can on the small end table sitting next to the couch. He knelt down, his knees touching the floor on either side of my head. His strong legs held my head fast, and I shivered as I could feel his erection tapping against me as he leaned forward. Was this exciting him? Had he done this to me - my best friend? I felt his fingers dancing over the ropes about my wrists and ankles, then moaned in pain as he cinched the knots even tighter. I blushed in embarrassment as I felt his hand grope my ass, then yelped into my gag as he swatted it before standing up again. I looked up again, red-faced but intent to see what was going on when I heard footsteps thumping across the floor. I twisted my neck, trying to see past Steve's feet and legs and finally saw Christy as she came into my line of sight. Like Steve she was dressed in a swimsuit - a skimpy, one-piece white job that left little to the imagination. She was wearing a pale blue dress shirt over that - one of mine I realized - and her sports sandals. Her legs were long and tan, her face bright and smiling as she stepped up beside Steve near my head. I saw her raise slightly onto the balls of her feet and looked up to see her giving him a deep, wet kiss which he affectionately returned. When they were through, they both looked down, wide grins plastering their faces. "Isn't he cute?" Christy asked as she slid her sandaled foot under my chin, forcing me to raise my head higher. "I dunno about cute," Steve answered, "but I definitely like him better this way." They both chuckled at that as my sister let my chin drop back to the floor and strolled back into the kitchen. "Yeah!" she yelled from the other room. "Children are better seen and not heard," she laughed, "as my Grandma used to say." Steve laughed at that and turned about, flopping down on the couch. I saw the television change channels and knew that he was surfing, looking for something to watch. After a few seconds I felt the weight of his legs on my back as he slid his feet under my bound arms. He was sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking beer and using me as a footstool. When my sister finally returned from the kitchen she laughed out loud to see what Steve had done. She was carrying an over-sized shoulder bag that I was sure was full of snacks and things as I remembered that she wanted to go to the lake with her friends. I supposed that Steve had been invited along, which was why he was wearing my swimming suit. I wondered what they had planned for me however. Was I going too, or were they going to leave me like this for the rest of the day; bound and gagged and helpless in my own home? Christy dropped her bag beside the couch and sat down beside Steve. Within seconds she had slipped out of her sandals, sliding them under my face before resting her own feet on the back of my head and neck. She pressed my face into the insole of her sandals and I could smell the rubber and the stale aroma of her feet still lingering. I wrinkled my nose at the smell, trying to move away, but she easily held me in place with her feet. "He makes a great foot rest." My sister giggled and I felt Steve rub his shoes on my back. "Glad to see he's good for something." "Yeah. Whatta wimp though. He isn't even trying to get away." Steve dug his heel into the small of my back and I groaned into my gag. "I think he likes this." "Oh, he does. Believe me," Christy agreed as she ruffled my hair with her foot. "I found some drawings and stories in his room once about bondage. Even some magazines, though I don't know where he got 'em." I felt the pressure on the back of my head increase as my sister leaned forward. "Is that true, Billy? Does this make you hot?" Christy and Steve laughed as I moaned into my gag. She was lying for Steve's sake, but I couldn't understand why? They kept me underfoot for almost a half-hour, talking to and about one another, and about me of course. My sister apparently felt that I needed a little discipline after our argument that morning, and she had decided to get Steve to help tie me up as punishment. I knew that it probably took no persuading at all to get Steve to agree, as he's had a crush on my sister for as long as we've been friends. Before too long however, we all heard a car's horn honking from the driveway outside. "There's the gang!" my sister said as she stood up and slipped her feet back into her sandals. The 'gang' as I recalled consisted of some of her uppity school friends as well as our three cousins, Rhonda, Lisa and Donny. I hoped, prayed that she would not invite them in to see me this way. Steve got up as well, pressing into my back as he stood. "What are we gonna do about him?" Steve jabbed the toe of his shoe into my ribs for emphasis and I moaned in response. "We just gonna leave him here, like this?" Christy shrugged. "Why not? He can't get away, and Mom won't be home until late tonight. We'll be back before her." "What if there's a fire? He'll be trapped-" "Please." Christy sniffed. "There hasn't been a fire in all the years we've been living here. Why would there be one today?" Steve said nothing, and even I had to agree with my sister's twisted logic. All of fate would have to conspire against me to have a fire here today. "Now c'mon. He'll be fine. Won't you, Billy?" Christy rubbed her foot over the back of my head, pressing my face against the floor. I don't know if she expected an answer, but I moaned into my gag because it hurt and apparently that was enough. She and Steve left me there. I heard their footsteps as they headed for the front door, then the door opening and slamming shut, my sister locking it behind them. In a few seconds I heard a car's engine revving and then the squeal of tires... I was alone... *** I don't know how long I lay there on the floor. I couldn't see a clock from my position, and I was bound so tightly that no matter my best efforts I could not move an inch. I struggled of course, but the ropes binding me were too tight, the knots too far out of reach. After countless attempts to free myself, I found that I was in little better shape than when I had started. Eventually the sun started to go down. The living room filled with shadows and flickering lights as the Home Shopping Station went from sale to sale. I was going insane, as the TV was loud and every time I dozed off I would be awakened by a blare of some woman selling something. I was hot and sweating for most of the day, and before long my arms and legs were screaming at the tight hog-tie. I could barely breathe, and kept thinking that I might suffocate. And of course, since Steve brought it up, I was worried about a fire. Eventually I heard a car pull into the driveway. I hoped that it was Mom, and that she would free me and punish my sister as she had way overstepped the bounds of our game, but I heard Christy's voice before too long and knew that I was not going to be saved. The car pulled away after a slamming of doors and I heard our own front door open and slam shut as well. I could hear my sister as she walked through the house, but I did not actually see her for some time- FLASH I blinked as a sudden bright light erupted, blinding me. I moaned into my gag and struggled in my bonds, wondering what was happening- FLASH Again, and I realized that Christy was taking pictures of me. The flash of the camera erupted several more times from different angles. When she was finally through I knew that my sister had at least twenty shots on her digital camera. Then the lights came on. Christy stepped up by my head and stared down at me. She was still wearing her swimsuit and my shirt and her hair was frazzled from the water and sun. She smiled evilly as I looked up her long body, and then she placed her sandaled foot on my face. "You have a good day, Bro? I sure did. The lake was great." She rubbed her foot across my face and I felt the grit and sand grinding into my cheek. "Mmmn!" I moaned, and she just chuckled. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she chided, pressing on my face a final time then stepping away towards the kitchen. "You love it and you know it!" she yelled from the kitchen as I heard her open the refrigerator door. I could hear her rummaging around, digging through the refrigerator and cabinets looking for something to eat and I realized how hungry I was - and thirsty. "Remember what I told Steve, Billy," she shouted from the other room, "I've read your little stories and seen your drawings and the stuff you've downloaded from the Net. I know you like this... "So do I," she said, stepping around the corner again to tower over me. She was eating a sandwich and had an open bottle of water in her other hand. Christy took a long drink as I whimpered, sighing in refreshment as she took the bottle away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand- "Boy, that's good," she smirked, "I was parched." She took a big bite of her sandwich, chewing as she looked at me, cocking her head to one side- "Oh, I'm sorry, Billy," she said with a slight frown, her eyebrows arching in apparent sorrow. She crouched down, setting the water bottle to one side as she worked at the knots on my gag. "You've been like this for hours. I bet you're thirsty too, hungry?" I nodded as she pulled the scarf from my face and I quickly spat out the wadded underwear that had been stuffed into my mouth. I worked my jaw, trying to get a little saliva so I could speak. My voice still croaked- "P-please..." I moaned, looking up at her hopefully as she stared back chewing on her sandwich. She smiled and spit out the bit she had been chewing on into the palm of her hand. She held it out to me- "Here ya go," she said with a cruel smirk as I stared at the half-eaten wad of soggy bread, meat and cheese. It looked horrible. I looked up at her and she just laughed- "Don't want it, Bro?" she stood, tossing the chewed bite into the trash. "Too bad. You get nothing and like it then." I watched as she guzzled down the last of her water then stepped back over to me, crouching down again. She picked up the soggy, wadded underwear and ordered me to open up again. I shook my head and clenched my lips shut. Christy just sighed and grabbed my nose, pinching it shut. We had been down this road before. I was already winded and week so it didn't take me long before I opened my mouth, gasping for air. Christy shoved the packing into my mouth and held it there until she had the scarf firmly tied about my face once again. She stood, shaking her head as though disappointed- "Looks like someone still needs some quiet time," she said nudging me with the toe of her sandal. My penis stirred from that again, her freedom and my lack, and her foot play was getting me hot. I moaned, looking away and she giggled. "We've got some time before Mom comes home I think. Make the best of it." And she was gone. I looked around and rolled about tugging at my bonds again but I knew I was still trapped. I had not been able to free myself the entire day and I knew that nothing had changed in the last few minutes. Though too, something had changed... Christy had become cruel somehow. She was even more dominant and evil as she taunted me in my bondage. I was wondering if what had once been a game to both of us was suddenly something more to her. And me as well, it seemed as the mere touch of her foot had set me to writhing, getting me hard- harder as the bondage still made me hot. Christy had become a cruel Mistress ? no - a kidnapper. Granted she acted like a Dominatrix just a bit much at times, but the game still revolved around my captivity more than my servitude- And she had told Steve. I never thought in my wildest dreams that Christy would have ever told anyone about our games let alone actually involve them, but she had told my best friend and had him help her kidnap me. Worse, he had enjoyed it; I could see it in his eyes the way he had looked at me. I knew she was dating Steve off and on, and as I said before I had my suspicions that Steve was only my friend to be near Christy but I could never have imagined that he would have been willing to help tie me up. Who else might she tell, I wondered? She had a lot of friends, most of whom thought I was a geek and annoying; her cheer leader clique, her friends that she hung out with. Who was next; the football team, Glenda? She had taken pictures too. What were those for? Blackmail... *** I actually started crying when Christy came back about an hour later and started to untie me. My body was aching from being bound up in a hog-tie for so long and as my limbs unfolded they started to ache with cramps and spasms. Christy soothed me, cooing as she rubbed at my muscles, trying to comfort me but I still hurt, both physically and mentally. After what she had done to me I could never trust her again. She helped me to my room though, and put me to bed, trying to comfort me and turning her back as I dressed for sleep. She really seemed sorry, but I was exhausted and sore and asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows of my bed... *** I heard Mom come home at some point, heard the door and her moving about the house. I heard her and Christy talking, but couldn't hear what they were saying. I drifted back to sleep... *** I woke with a start and saw Christy standing in my doorway. Backlit from the light in the hallway she seemed almost angelic with her perfect body and long, tousled hair. She stepped into my room, a silhouette gliding through the darkness until she sat on the edge of my bed. She was smiling as she looked down at me, dressed in her over-sized football jersey and panties for sleep- "You okay?" she asked, smiling as she rubbed my leg. I felt my penis stirring and bit my cheek trying to come awake. I nodded- "I'm sorry about what happened," she cooed, shushing me as I tried to speak. "I got carried away. It was wrong." I nodded, agreeing, but I forgave her and her smile widened. She was so beautiful- "I'm sorry too," I mumbled from the heart, "sorry for what I said." "It's okay. You were right. I was slacking off." Christy stood and bent over me. She pulled my covers up to my neck and leaned in to kiss my forehead. She smiled warmly- "I love you, Billy. You know that, right?" I nodded- "I love you too..." "I know," she said, turning and walking to the door, her feet barely sounding as she padded across the floor. She glanced back, then stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her... MONDAY: "Billy! Time to get up!" I heard my mother's voice and moaned, rolling over. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was well after nine. Something was wrong with that, but I was still tired and aching from my bondage time of the day before so I dismissed it and tried to get out of bed. I visited the bathroom and finally made my way to the kitchen. I saw Mom sitting at the table and thought that odd. Today was a workday as far as I remembered. Even odder was the fact that Christy was at the stove cooking breakfast. She smiled as I shambled into the room and sat down at the table, wishing me a 'good morning' as she placed a heaping plate of bacon, eggs and toast in front of me- "Morning," I mumbled and Mom lowered her paper with a smile as she took a sip of coffee. I saw that she was not dressed for work in her usual suit or uniform but rather in a more casual dress. I asked her what was up- "I'm sorry, Billy, but you were in bed when I came home," she started, taking a small nibble from her toast, "Your Aunt Louise called last night at work and said she was out with a bad back and needed me to come up to help out with the baby." I knew my Aunt Louise had had a little girl not so long ago, but my Uncle Dick had died just after the baby was born. Jen was her third, and Christy and I had two other cousins - Rhoda who was a year older than me, and Lydia a year younger. Louise was Mom's sister- "I've taken some vacation time and I'll be heading up to Lou's to help her out with the baby until she mends. I'll be gone a week at least- "Christy will be in charge, and I've left some money for food and such-" "Can't we go too?" I asked. "Billy, you know how expensive it is to fly to Lou's, and it takes way too long to drive. You'll be fine, but you'll just have to manage. I'll be back in a week I'm sure." "Yeah, Billy," Christy said as she sat at the table with her own steaming plate of food. "It'll be great. We'll have some fun while Mom's up north." I felt Christy's foot scratching at my leg underneath the table. I glanced at her but she just smiled, digging into her breakfast- "I've given Christy some money, just in case, but I doubt you'll need it. We have plenty of food on hand, and since you two are on summer break there shouldn't be any problem. I expect you to listen to Christy though, and both of you to split the chores while I'm gone. I don't want to come home to a mess, understand?" Christy and I both nodded that we did and Mom smiled- "Good. My plane leaves at eleven-thirty, but I packed last night so no rush. You two will drop me off and then you're on your own. I have faith in you both to do the right thing. I want you to know. I trust you both-" Christy scratched at my leg again and I saw her trying to suppress the giggles. I just nodded, feeling just a little weird. Christy and I had buried the hatchet last night as far as I could remember, but was I ready for a week with her in charge. I smiled at Mom and said that we would do our best... *** Mom's plane got off on time and we got her to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Christy and I stayed to watch until the 727 was well on its way and almost out of sight before she suggested that we leave. She wanted to stop at the Mall before heading home. She wanted to do some shopping, groceries and other things that she thought we might need over the upcoming week. That was fine by me. I wanted to pass by the Comic Book store. Christy let me drive to the Mall, which was just over a couple miles from the airport. That was great, though not totally legal I imagine. I had my Learner's Permit, but Christy was not eighteen yet. I'm not certain of the laws really, but it was great anyway and I quickly forgot all my worries as I tried to maneuver and park the car in the Mall's Parking Lot. Christy and I split up; she going to shop and me heading to Cosmic Comics, maybe to Borders after that. We scheduled to meet up for lunch in a couple hours. At the Comic Book Store I picked up the latest issues and a couple back issues as well, spending most of my allowance for the week. I got an old issue of Action that I knew had a Supergirl story with some bondage as well as a Twilight Zone that had a bit of Shrinking in it - another big fetish of mine that I was pretty sure even Christy did not know about. I was happy when I finally met up with my sister in the Mall's Food Court- "All done?" she asked and I said I was as I eyed the bags piled up and around the table. I saw bags from Macys and Food King as well as Ace Hardware. She had been busy. We ate, and I showed her the comics- the Action anyway, which she thumbed through smiling at the Sorority girl tied to a tree in the Supergirl story. We had a nice time, eventually leaving with me carrying most of the heavier bags and Christy driving the rest of the way home as traffic had gotten a bit heavy. It was later that night that she finally approached me with her ideas for the week and things changed... *** "I want to tie you up." We were standing side by side at the kitchen sink, just finishing up the dishes when she dropped that bomb. I knew that it would be coming eventually as she had already hinted at it, but it was a little surprising the way that she just blurted it out. Usually we had to talk in code, just in case Mom was around to hear saying things like, "Feel lucky?" or "Want to play a game?" I was just a bit surprised was all. I turned slightly to look at my sister and found her eyeing me out of the corner of her eye. She was grinning widely and almost blushing as she ran a plate under the faucet, rinsing it off and handing it to me. I took it, rubbing it with a terry cloth towel as I looked her up and down. She was dressed to kill - me I realized, wearing short blue jean cut-offs, a black Lycra sports bra and a well-worn pair of black rubber flip-flops. With her hair tied back in a ponytail to show off her thick hoop earrings and all her nails sculpted and polished a light pink I could tell that she had dressed up with me in mind, though oddly I had not noticed till then. As I looked her up and down I saw that she was cocking her leg back slightly and slipping her toes in and out of the dirty thong. I could feel my penis stirring despite the fact that it was my sister teasing me. She looked hot- "S-sure," I croaked, my voice catching in my throat as I blushed myself and put the plate back in its cabinet to take another from her. Christy giggled- "You don't understand," she said, turning fully and leaning against the drainboard, crossing her legs at the ankles and flexing her toes - for my benefit I'm sure. She licked her lips and folded her arms under her breasts, which seemed to make them bigger. "I want to tie you up for the week. I want to take you prisoner, hold you captive like a real hostage. Mom won't be back for a week. This is our chance to really have some fun." She smiled widely at me, her big blues eyes sparkling as she stared, waiting for me to say something. I must have looked like a total geek standing there blinking my eyes in stunned silence, my mouth hanging open. I had to admit that the thought of being tied up and held prisoner for a whole week got me excited as hell. It would be like a dream come true, and with Mom off at our aunt's house up north there would be no chance of discovery. I knew too that Christy would love to have me at her mercy for a week, and I could already see the wheels spinning in her mind as new ideas sprang forth. It was the chance of a lifetime, but did I really want to be so totally helpless and dependant on my sister for so long. A lot could happen in a week. Then too there had been the argument of the other day, and the revenge she had taken with the help of my friend Steve. Was she over that? Was I truly forgiven? And would Steve be brought in on this too? I finished drying the plate while she watched me, turning to put it away and closing the cabinet. I folded the towel over the handle on the stove, stalling as I mulled the thoughts over in my head. I knew that if I said 'No' that that would be it. We would never 'play' again. I knew it somehow, and I don't know if I was ready for that. I loved our little games. I loved to be tied up. I loved when she made me lick her shoes and clean her dirty feet. But a week - a whole week... "I don't know, Christy," I finally said. I couldn't look at her eyes for some reason, so I focused on her tapping foot. "I want to, you know that, but a whole week?" "C'mon, Billy. It'll be fun for the both of us, and who knows when we'll have the house to ourselves like this again." She was right of course, but the sight of her and Steve sitting on the couch and using me as a footrest kept popping to mind. And what had happened after that, when she had returned from the lake and the little tortures she had put me through. I worried over a week of that, as I had learned that my sister could be really, really cruel. "I dunno," I said again, staring at her feet. She was slipping one foot in and out of the straps on her thongs, while the toes of the other kept clenching, scrunching into the rubber sole. "Let me sleep on it," I finally said. I'll probably say yes, but..." Christy frowned a bit, then her lips curled into a soft smile. "I understand," she said, stepping forward and putting her hand on my arm, making it tingle with excitement. "You're worried about the other day, but don't be. I won't let anything bad happen. You know that. I love you..." "I know," I said in agreement, "but let me think about it just the same." She snorted and shrugged- "Whatever," she said as she strolled from the kitchen wiggling her ass. "Your loss..." I sighed and followed her out, and we both settled into the living room to watch television. I brought us sodas, which she did not thank me for, and she lit a cigarette after a few minutes after opening the windows and turning on the exhaust on the air conditioner. We were both more or less quiet for an hour or two, at least until Christy went to the kitchen and came back with two beers- "I'm sorry," she said, handing me a cold can dripping with condensation. "I didn't mean to pressure you. If you don't trust me, it's cool-" "I do trust you!" I sputtered as I popped the top of the beer can. "I trust you! It's just, I don't know if I can take a week of being tied up nonstop, y'know? It's a little scary." "I understand," she said, flopping back in her easy chair and crossing her long tanned legs. She started swinging her leg as she opened her beer, her thong dangling from her toes. "But you have to know that I wouldn't let anything happen to you. I love you. You're my baby brother. I just want us to have a little fun, y'know?" "Yeah..." I stared at her as she turned back to the TV, so beautiful, so loving. I was lucky that she was into bondage too, otherwise I'd be looking at pictures in magazines and beating off, imagining what it was really like. I was lucky as hell, and I'd be damned if I would let it slip away- "Okay..." I finally said and saw her turn to look at me. "What?" "Okay," I repeated as she smiled. "Please tie me up." She made a fist and shook it in triumph- "Yes!" "But," I added and she stared at me, her smile faltering. "Let's wait until tomorrow, so I can get a good night's sleep. I imagine I won't get too many for the rest of the week." Christy chuckled, still kicking her leg- "Sure,