All Tied Up
She had always been like that, always wanting to be tied up, volunteering to be the prisoner in any of our childhood games. Now she was on the very verge of womanhood, her brain still yearned for the days when she felt vulnerable, captive, powerless even. I didn't know any of this of course, I was just sixteen, on the verge of manhood myself. My sister Jenny was two years younger, although her body was developing fast. Already her figure was filling out and her legs were getting longer by the...