Sibling Bonding – Part 1
"Anna!"
I cried. "Breakfast is ready! Anna!"
I
was calling for my slightly younger sister. No, before you think my parents
were randy, we are step-siblings. Long story, but yes, Anna is only about less
than a year younger than me. We actually hardly ever call each other stepbrother
or stepsister. We in fact were extremely close siblings.
This
was so much so that we had a rule that we would each take turns to make
breakfast for each other on weekends. This sibling rule came about two or three
years ago and started to be a regular habit, especially since Anna recently
graduated and was back home for good. Her favourite
breakfast was fresh ham omelette. It was ready but it was unusual for sis not
to be up on a Saturday, especially after half nine in the morning.
"Anna
Louise Camden!" I rapped on her door. "Your omelette is getting
cold!" I rapped again and then the door clicked, revealing a mass of red
hair--yes she's a fiery redhead. "Morning James," she finally
replied. I noticed she was still in her PJs. "Can you give me a minute. I
need to look for something."
"Your
meal's getting cold. What are you look...is that a handcuff?"
Her door may have been slightly open but it was clearly not a bracelet or accessories
around her right wrist.
"Uh..."
"Why
do you have a handcuff around your wrist? Did something happen to you last
night?" It couldn't be as Anna was home earlier than me and we both wished
each other good night.
"Uh...it's
a long story. Could you help find the key? It's a small plastic piece." Still
curious, i bent down with her and quickly spotted the
object. "Thanks, bro. Will be down in a jiffy."
About
ten minutes and an almost cold omelette later, Anna was down in jeans and a
short sleeved blouse, well low cut enough to almost reveal her small cleavage
if she bent over.
"Ok,
spill it. Why were you handcuffed?"
"You
promise not to tell anyone else?"
"I'm
your brother and close friend," I reminded her, dying to know.
"Ok,
brother, it's a drama prop. Specifically, a prop from a dram play back at uni."
"I
didn't know you were in drama. I thought you were dancing."
She
gave me a "may I continue?" look and she did. "It was my
friend's play and i volunteered to help out with back
stage stuff. It wasn't exactly a glamorous job but being backstage meant you
could get a free pass to watch the actual event." She paused to finish a
bit more of my cooked breakfast.
"Anyway,
the show was part of my friend's overall drama degree, focusing on the
challenges of life. One part of it involves the protagonist being temporarily
kidnapped and coerced to perform illegal activities. These," she paused
for a while, "are the handcuffs my friend was locked in."
"And how...wait let me guess. You were trying to renact the play?"
My
sister's skin turned red, almost matching her hair colour. "Uh
yes...please please don't tell anyone."
"Don't
tell anyone that you were trying to re-enact a play?"
"I
mean... you know...being hand.." her voice
trailed off and she reached for her tea.
I
guessed immediately what she meant but didn't want to further the subject.
Breakfast done, we washed up and I asked her what were her
plans for the rest of the day.
"Nothing
much, was supposed to go out but the meeting was postponed. You?"
I
replied the same. I brought out the cloth for wiping the table and did so, and
in the process touched the handcuffs.
"The
play must have had a lasting impact on you," I commented, bringing it up again.
Anna
turned and I saw her skin bright red again. "Uhm,
how did you guess?"
"Well,
I don't exactly have your BA in Philosophy but I know you well enough to know
that you like to keep memories."
"It
was a drama act that was sort linked to philosophy," she said, wiping the
last of the dishes.
"And
the - what did you say? Hostage scene must have been closely linked to some
philosophical theme."
"Uh
huh," she replied, wiping her hands. "That was the most intense
part."
"How
was it exactly?"
"Ok,
let's head to the living room." My heart pounding, both of us did so and
Anna sat on one of the chairs, arms inserted into the gaps in the chair.
"Well,
she was handcuffed to the chair like this," Anna demonstrated.
"Hands
handcuffed to that sort of chair?"
"Yeah,
some other team member had a chair in her house like this and brought
over," Anna said.
"Ok,
how was she exactly handcuffed?" Come on...
I
suddenly snapped the cuffs over my pretty sister. "Like this?"
"OW!
James!"
"Come
on, Anna, you handcuffed yourself this morning," I argued. Yes, my little
sister cuffed!
"Ok,
yeah like this," she said. I noticed she didn't have the expression of
"what the heck did you do" that most would have had.
"And what next in the
scene?"
"Well,
the character was intensively questioned," she continued, slightly
twisting in the restraints.
"Like,
now Miss Camden, tell me where the crown jewels are?" I changed my tone to
a slightly to a slightly sinister one.
"Somet...I won't tell you!" She had slipped into the
act seamlessly.
"Perfect,
So what happened if the girl failed to answer the
question?"
"Uh,"
she closed her eyes. "The girl was uh.."
"Was
what?"
"...tortured". She mumbled the word.
I
tried not to hide my excitement as I prodded further. "How was she
tortured?"
"Uh,
James, really can we postpone this. I think I get the idea now."
I
dragged over a chair a sat next to her. "Do you really want to stop Anna?
Or are you hiding something?"
She
shifted slightly and did answer so I repeated myself. "Anna, you really really liked the position the character was in right?"
"Jam..please don't...ok I give. Make sure you don't tell
anyone." I gestured for her to continue. "I always wanted to be a Damsels in Distress." Ah hah! My sister, step sister,
a DiD.
So
for the next few minutes she spilled the beans oh how she dreamt since young of
being a captive by evil men or monsters in various situations. "So..uh
these cuffs were like the great objet every and I uh..." she trailed off,
her skin tuning red again.
"So,
what happened to the character?"
"She
was uh tortured with...please don't James...."
"Spill
it."
"Ice.
No please don't!" But I ignored her cries and ran back to the kitchen.
Within a few minutes I was back with a few ice cubes wrapped in a dish towel.
"James, I don't wa...AH!!!" I pressed the
ice again her left arm. "AH!" she cried again, as I repeated it
against her other arm. "James Carden! Sto..AH!" I pressed the icy
block against her cheeks.
"That's
for not answering the question Miss Camden." I returned to my sinister
voice.
"Ok,
ok...ah!" I pressed yet another against her neck. By this time, part of
the ice began to melt, causing a damp spot that trickled down to her boobs.
"James! Enough!"
I
nodded and discarded ice and cloth. "But you liked that right?"
"Ok,
yes that how it sort of happened. But..."
"Tell
me what happened after the torturing."
"It's
a long story."
"Tell
me Anna. You've no place to go for now."
"She
was g..."
"Was
what? Speak up."
"Gagged. But..."
"Gagged
how?"
"With
t..." I didn't wait for Anna to finish her sentence and ran up the stairs.
Where was...ah ha! It was the family medical kit, which mum kept around since
we became a family. I headed back down and Anna's eyes widen as she saw what
was in my hands. "James, I really think you should....mmmmmphh!!!"
her sentence turned into a gag speech.
To be continued
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