Sibling Bonding – Part 6
As
soon as I locked the ball gag in place, Alison started emitted gagged sounds and
moved about. Clearly, she needed to be more secure. "Stay still," I
said. She clearly didn't so I grabbed the rope and holding her with both my
arms and thighs, I started winding rope around her boobs again, forming some
basic secure but not tight breast bondage to secure her arms to her sides.
Since she didn't want tape around her silky tights (yes they were silky), I
used what was left with the rope to bind them.
"Mmmmppph!" She cried but the ball gag masked the
sound, though less than her panty gag earlier. Still,
that was the kinky item she had. "Aw come on Alison," I patted her on
her head, "it's the gag you had and wrote about right?" She continued
to groan through the gag and being naughtier, I switched on her radio to a
station she hated and soon enough, some punk hip hop music which she always
hated but I was alright with came on. It
made her squirm and groan even more. So for the next few minutes, I had much
enjoyment listening to the various songs that were played while watching my
sister wriggle and cry out through the gag she had.
After
around twenty minutes and four songs later, I noticed a huge damp part on her
bed and turned her head around to see her saliva drooling out by side of her
mouth. "Aw, you're drooling like a baby, Alison," I commented in my
evil voice as I drew some tissue to wipe the drool. Alison glared at me and
continued to moan and drool. Finally, I had some kind of pity for her, and
eased the ball out from between her teeth.
"That...
water," I got a cup from the nearby toilet and eased the cup into her
mouth.
Once
she had finished drinking, she said "James, can I not be gagged by this?
It hurts and it’s humiliating."
"Oh
so did you say that when you wrote the script and acted it out?" I
retorted.
"No...but..."
"But what?"
"I
didn't wear it for long. Come on, you made your point. Let's end."
"No,
you like this."
"No..."
"Ok,
I give you a try. Try to get out of the bonds in three minutes. If you succeed,
I'll stop. If not..." I gave her an
evil grin. "Your time starts now!" Alison struggled wildly and did
manage to get part of the tape around her wrists torn but as I counted down the
seconds, that was at most she could do. "I
win!" I clapped my hands in triumph.
"Not
fair! You bound my arms! The tapes were too tight!"
"Complaints, complaints. Now open wide," I lifted up the
ball which I wiped clean.
"Give
me a breather first."
I
complied, undoing the torn tapes, but minutes later her wrists were bound again
and the gag was back on. "Ok, no more music," I switched off the
radio. "How about we watch a movie?" She nodded and carrying her with
one arm touching her tights-covered thighs to the nearby TV room. Over the next
hour or so, we rapidly switched through a series of action movies and romance
movies. All was going well until Alison started mmmmphing
wildly through her gag. "What?" I asked, easing the ball out again.
"James,
I need to go to the loo."
"I
thought I let you already."
"No,
please I need to." Sighing, I started working at her bonds. I could get
the ropes off easily from around her ankles but
the tape was a different matter. "Hurry damnit!"
she cried. Instead of trying further, I pulled her up and got her to the toilet
and instinctively yanked down both her knickers and her tights in one go. Then I
left her to do her business.
"James!
James damnit James! my hands
are still bound!" Sighing I returned with scissors so she could clean
herself while I looked away.
"I
can't believe my step brother actually removed my undies,"
she groaned as we stepped back out.
"Well,
take it as a record of your life." I joked.
"Very
funny, hey!" she cried, as I snapped the handcuffs back on her wrists
securing them behind her back. "James, can we stop this now?"
"No,
no," then the clock chimed. "Ok, no gag," but then I realised
her breast bondage was still on so I removed it. "I'll make you dinner
ok?" I brought her down and within less half an hour I had cooked a ready made pizza. "Uh," She gestured to her arms
so I removed one cuff to allow her to eat.
"You
get excited by all this don't you?" She asked between bites.
"Excited?
It's interested."
"Come
on brother, you know what I mean."
"Whatever
sex drive I have is my business," I replied.
"Well
you were really 'interested' seeing me with that....crotch rope," she
continued.
"You
wrote that play."
"Ok,
fine fine, I wrote an erotic play. What, is that a
crime?"
"You
like it. You started playing with the cuffs, you had the ball gag."
"And....?"
"And
finish up," I said then as she did so, I secured her wrists again.
"James!" She cried.
"Ok,
just until tomorrow morning ok?"
"What,
no - how can you?"
"Please
for me?" I gave her a puppy dog look.
"Let
me change first, I'm no longer going to wear this and give more upskirts to my brother." Back in her room, she changed
into slacks and a pink T-shirt and I held up the cuffs.
"No,
that hurts." I pointed to tape but after the earlier incident, we both
rejected that. I pointed to the zip ties but she shook her head and same with
the rope. "Well, either you choose or I'll do it."
"Grrr..ok, fine,the
handcuffs. But no breast...uh bondage ok?" She still didn't seem to like
term.
"Ok
fine," She was quickly re-cuffed and ropes around her ankles. "Open
wide," I held up ball gag.
"No
anything but that!" Groaning, I reach into her
drawer and ignoring her protests, she was gagged with a black pair of her knickers
sealed in with two strips of tape. Back at the TV room, I put on a couple James
Bond movies, stopping and movie to the next. Alison was never a Bond fan so she
did groan through her gag. Time flew by until it was nearly midnight.
"Bed
time," I removed her bonds and tossed the saliva-soaked undies into her laundry basket. Alison soon was in her cute
teddy bear PJs when I stopped her.
"What?"
then she noticed the cloth in my hand.
"James
you got to be joking. It's bed time, I am NOT going to
be bound!"
"Yes
you are. Don't worry, it will be light bondage." She continued to protest
but I persuaded her and bound her wrists lightly in front of her with cloth and
gave her a cleave gag. As a finishing touch, her ankles were also bound with
cloth.
"If
you don't mind, I'll camp out if your room too," I said and brought over
my sleeping bag. "Goodnight Alison."
To be continued.
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