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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 ofschool for summer vacation, as was my sister, Christy, and as usual we wereboth trying to finish up our chores around the house so that we could go outand 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 countyhospital. She was at work that first day of summer, and it fell on Christyand I to do the housework; laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc. as it did mostof the time. Our mother put in long, hard hours at the hospital, and sometimeswe didn't see her for days on end as she often came home late and left againearly. Our father had died when I was five and Christy was eight, just overten years before, and though his insurance had left us with a modest incomeand had paid off the house, mom still found it hard to make ends meet withthree mouths to feed. So she went back to school for a year to get her degreesthat she had abandoned to get married and registered as a Nurse of Psychology,easily getting a good job at the Community Memorial Hospital to supplementour income.
Christy and I were still in school, though she would be a senior her nextyear, and I would just be starting high school as a freshman. She was gearingup 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" onany report card, while I seemed to struggle in every class I took. Teachersconstantly reminded me about how smart or talented she was, and asked me "Whycouldn't I be more like her?" She was on the Honor Roll, and president of severalclubs, though the only club that sparked my interest was the Art Club as Ihad a bit of drawing talent.
Christy was popular and beautiful of course, as well as smart. She was aVarsity cheerleader, in the "Upper Track", and clique as they say. I on theother hand barely had any friends. Where she was tall and shapely, I was shortand thin, slender actually. She was both taller than I was, and she weighedmore but it was in all the right places if you know what I mean. Her hair waslong 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 palewhite, burning whenever I got too much sun. People who saw us together couldnot believe that we were siblings, and I admit, there were times when I hadmy own doubts. I was a geeky, average kid that just didn't seem to fit in outsideof 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, beingthe eldest, was a little more favored than I was. All children feel that attimes, I suppose, and not having a father probably made a difference. Somepeople thought that I was more than a little effeminate. Most times it didn'tbother me. Most times…
Aside from the usual sibling rivalries though, Christy and I had a typicalrelationship, at least on the outside. There was one major difference in ourhome life that was not so typical and I have to admit that most people, ourbest friends and family included, would never understand. You see, my sisterand I both loved bondage…
When I say that I know that the first thing that pops into most people'sminds 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, whatI mean is being tied up and helpless, being bound with ropes or duct tape orwhatever. 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 peopletied up on television or in the comic books or in stories and novels. I don'tknow 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 paradedaround free to do whatever they wanted excited me no end. That someone beinga girl or woman made it even better for me. I found out later that it was differentfor Christy, but I'll get to that-
I think it was probably the old Batman television show from the Sixties thatwas the catalyst, really pushed us over the edge. We were both too young tosee the original run of course, but Mom had watched it when she was growingup 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 allfor it. I remember that first night with crystal clarity, the three of us sittingaround the television watching as Catwoman tied up Batgirl with catgut ropeand actually leaning forward as the captured girl squirmed and writhed on thelawn, finally starting up the sprinkler system so that the constricting linewould loosen and she could escape. I was on the edge of my seat, and glancingat Christy I saw that she was watching with rapt attention, licking her lipsand 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 afterthat first. We went on to see if there were other like shows, and occasionallythere were, but nothing to the extreme that Batman went. For a long while itwas a bit of a joke as we both casually tried to find shows with bondage. Wewould make jokes about it, laughing at whoever got tied and at how stupid theywere 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 boundat the wrists behind her back, sitting in a chair, another cord about her anklesand the chair legs. There was a gag too, which I used a scarf tied looselyabout her head. When I thought I had her secured well enough I glanced at theclock 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 toadmit sitting there watching as my sister squirmed in her bonds, moaning throughher gag and breathing hard that I was getting excited. As I said, my sisteris gorgeous- always has been- and seeing her there like that, well, she lookedhot. 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 focusingon her heaving breasts, then drifting down her long, tan legs and finally watchingher feet. She was wearing thongs, and I could see that even her toes were wigglingas she tried to get free.
I was staring at her feet when suddenly her hands shot down into my lineof sight. I looked up and saw that her hands were free and she had alreadypulled the gag down about her neck as she deftly picked at the knots on therope about her ankles. She looked up at me with a wide grin as she unloosedthe cord from her legs and quickly stood. I glanced at the clock and saw thatit 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 aroundbehind me and started to apply the ropes. I learned then and there that mysister was far better at tying knots than I would ever be as she wrapped andrewrapped the rope around my crossed wrists. She jerked hard as she came tothe end of the nylon cord and I actually winced as it bit into my skin. Sheknotted the line again and again, placing the knots far and away from my gropingfingers 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 smallbreasts 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 betteron my bare skin and I figured she was right. Christy started wrapping the secondline 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 loopedthe tail of the rope about the brace between the legs and jerked my feet backuntil 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 lookeddown 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 stomachand intertwining it within the struts on the ladderback chair. Every turn shetugged tight, forcing me back against the chair until she finally knotted thatline into the bondage at my wrists. I had not done that to her, and when Icalled her on it she simply shrugged.
"Maybe you should have," she laughed as she bent over and picked up one ofmy dirty, smelly socks. She grinned wickedly. "Open up," she said and my eyeswent 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 thepalm of her hand flat over my lips and face as she gathered the scarf I hadused and started to wrap it about my head. She got three turns about me, eachone tighter and tighter forcing my lips apart and holding the foul packingdeeper 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 frontof me, hands on her hips. "Now get out of that," she said and sauntered overto the sofa and plopped down. I started my struggles-
We both learned then and there that Christy liked to be the tier more thanthe tie-ee where I was the opposite. She definitely had a dominant streak andloved 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 wasthe biggest turn on for me. We discovered too that day that I had a huge footfetish. Even tied up and struggling my gaze kept drifting back to my sister'sfeet. She caught on right away I guess, as she started to tease me with herfeet. She crossed her legs as she sat, one over the other and started to kickher foot, dangling her flip-flop and slapping the rubber against the sole ofher foot. She would stretch out her long, dark legs and rest them on the coffeetable, crossing them at the ankles and twirling her foot. She would fold themup and prop them on the table's edge, scrunching her toes or simply plant themon 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 simplyslipped one leg beneath her and sat angled towards me, raising and loweringher leg and flexing her toes making the rubber slap her sole as she twirledher foot. She grinned throughout, knowing that she was driving me wild somehowand worse, distracting me.
Ten minutes quickly passed, and then another ten and I was still as tightlybound as when I had started struggling. Christy laughed, finally uncoilingand strolling up to me. She stood towering- sort of- before me, hands on herhips and smiling in triumph.
"Well, I guess we know who's better at this," she mocked and I grunted intomy gag, nodding my head. I figured that she was going to release me as shemoved around behind the chair. My eyes went wide as she pulled the knots atmy wrists even tighter. I moaned into my gag and craned my head, trying tosee 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 glancedat the clock. She was right, if Mom got off on time that was, which she rarelydid. "I figure you ought'a be able to get out of that by then. I'm gonna getsome lunch, then grab a nap. Have fun."
I screamed into my gag as my sister strolled off. I could hear the soundof her flip-flops on the hardwood floor receding in the distance, then hermoving about in the kitchen for awhile. After that there was silence. I struggledand struggled at my bonds but five hours later when Christy returned to setme 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 herroom with the lights out with Mom asleep just a few yards down the hall inher own room. We decided that it was a fun safe game for the two of us to playso long as we didn't get carried away or try anything too extreme. The tie-erwould never leave the captive totally alone in the house, or tie them in anylife threatening positions, things like that. Christy decided that she wantedto do most of the tying, and that was more than fine by me. She had reallyenjoyed 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 kickedher legs and twirled her ankles had been driving me crazy. She had smiled atthat, 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 opportunitywe had to tie one another up, which was actually quite a bit as Mom workedodd hours and we were both LatchKey Kids. As I said it was usually Christydoing the tying, but every once in awhile she asked me to tie her up to trysome new position that we had seen on TV or in a comic book. For the most partit was me on the receiving end however, and if Christy had started out greatat tying me, she only got better.
I was lashed to chairs in various ways. I was bound hand and foot on thefloor with her simply walking about me free, her feet falling just inches frommy face and actually stepping over me at times. She tied me to the thick supportcolumn in our basement, sometimes standing head to toe, sometimes sitting withmy 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 musclelet alone try and get free. She tied me spread eagle to my bed and hers a timeor two, but we both found that pretty boring as my movements were too limitedfor her and I could not see her feet, which was becoming a major turn on asI grew older. She did like the way my penis stood up at attention when I wasbound flat on my back, and a couple times she actually flicked it, gigglingas 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 layon her bed finishing up her homework. I was squirming about on the hardwoodfloor, a throw rug bunching up beneath me as I wiggled about and moaning intomy gag in mock discomfort when I heard her book slam shut and suddenly herfeet slipped to the floor right in front of my face.
She was wearing leather sandals that strapped over her foot just behind hertoes and again about her ankle. They were dark and well worn with big goldbuckles and thick crepe soles. They were filthy, and close as they were tomy face I could smell the old leather and the scent of my sister's feet. Istared as she wiggled her toes, almost mesmerized by the dazzling pink polishas she slid her feet closer to my face. I glanced up, my erection growing beneathme and saw her wicked smile as she bent low and started to undo the knot ofmy gag behind my head. She pulled the old scarf free and waited until I hadpushed the packing (one of her socks) out of my mouth, licking my lips andworking 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, sternlook 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 andthe shining buckles. I licked about and under the straps. I licked the edgesof 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 andI 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 heeland sucked on her toes for a long time, then started it all over again withthe other foot.
I heard her moan occasionally, and she would pull away too, teasing me asshe denied me her feet. She wanted it though, maybe as much as me and keptcoming back for more. I heard her gasping eventually, and when I glanced upI saw that she was laying back on her bed and all that I could see were herlegs hanging over the edge. Her breathing and moaning increased, and I lickedall 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 trueas well. I was bound on the floor and licking her feet- what I had dreamedof so often. I licked and nibbled at her toes and her moans quickly turnedto breathless screams!
Finally I sensed her shudder and her moaning and screaming stopped, turnedto soft whimpers. Her breathing slowed and the bed had settled again. I keptlicking but slowly now, softly as she came back down to earth. Finally shepulled her foot away from my mouth and out of reach. She placed it on my headand pressed down until my cheek was mashed against the floor. She just keptme that way for awhile, resting both feet on my head and face as she recoveredfrom her orgasm. I closed my eyes…
I woke to the gentle tapping of my sister's foot on my face. I looked upand saw her smiling down at me sweetly. She held something balled up in herfist, and when she told me to open up I did so without a second thought. Shestuffed her damp, soiled panties into my mouth and quickly replaced my gagbefore I could realize what they were and spit them out. I gagged and sneeredfor a moment, to which she giggled, but then I accepted my fate and lookedup 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 herknees 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 sprawledon the bed again. I watched her as she watched television, ignoring me butfor the leg that she dangled over the side of the bed. Every time I sniffedabout her foot or got too close she would pick it up and out of reach causingme to whimper. She tortured me like that for quite awhile before she finallyuntied me.
I was never really sure if our mother knew what we were up to or not. I knowthat she was happy that we always seemed to be getting along. In that respectwe were unlike most siblings, but I loved and respected my sister for whatshe did to me, for me, and I would have done anything for her. God I had lickedher feet clean. What was left?
Mother never said a word, never asked a single question even though therewere a number of times that we had cut the bondage a bit close and were almostcaught…
Once Christy had me hog-tied really tight on the throw rug on the livingroom floor. I was struggling happily and she had her feet stretched out andcrossed at the ankles resting between my shoulder blades while she read a bookfor school. We both looked up and gasped in a panic when we saw the headlightsof 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 wasMom. I screamed into my gag and rolled around on the floor wanting her to untieme-
"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 asshe opened the closet door. She drug me into the dark hall closet as far asshe could then stepped over me and out again and began shoving me in deeperwith her foot. Finally satisfied she told me to keep quiet again and shut thedoor.
I was heaving, gasping for breath in a panic as I heard the front door openand 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 heldmy 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 someaspirin. He's asleep…"
"Okay," Mom said, her voice fainter now, moving away. "I'll let him sleepthen…"
I didn't hear the rest. It was well after three in the morning when Christyfinally came back down to release me. She said she was sorry, she had fallenasleep waiting for Mom to do the same. I moaned, as I had been in the hog-tiefor better than twelve hours that night. Christy actually had to help me getup the stairs and into bed…
Another time I guess Christy was feeling really bold. She had me tied upin 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 atmy ankles, knees, waist and neck. I could not move a muscle but she completedthe bondage by gagging me with her panties again and then wrapping anotherrope about my face and behind the pole, spreading my lips as well as lockingmy head into place.
The cellar was a dirty, grimy place and we all hated it. The washer and dryerwere down there as well as shelves and tools and boxes of things that we storedlike the Christmas decorations and old clothes and such. There was an old weightbench 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 asshe had lashed away at my butt with a ruler. I had had my shorts on, and ithad 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 storiesof 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 lookingat 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 bitand finally dashed back to safety when Christy came padding downstairs to checkon me. I sagged to see her, and she just smiled as she circled me, checkingmy bonds.
Christy checked on me a few times that day as it was really hot. I had notrealized really at the time, but I was almost naked that day too as she hadconvinced me to strip down to my Speedo before she had tied me up in the hotand humid cellar. She came down and spritzed me with water a few times, gaveme a drink on occasion, but I was bound and gagged, and tied to the pole forthe better part of the day, almost fifteen hours before she finally releasedme.
Throughout I could here her moving around upstairs, her feet padding on thefloor over my head. That really excited me and made my bondage bearable. Itexcited me even more, but worried me as well when it got late and I suddenlyheard 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 explainmy absence.
I could hear my Mom's heels clacking on the hardwood floor overhead as shewalked and felt myself getting hard. Add to that my sister's softer footfallsand 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. Itwas great!
Christy came down late again and released me, apologizing, saying she hadlost track of the time. I knew that she was lying, and as soon as I was freeI dropped to my knees and started kissing her feet, thanking her. She giggledand ordered me up to my room, slapping my ass as I ran up the stairs and snuckup into the house still in my Speedos. It was exciting as hell!
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