The Biggest Surprise Ever (MM/F)

[G9Drox]

“Don’t worry,” Carissa assured her sister. “I’ve got everything under control!”
“Are you sure?” Zoe insisted. That was all she needed to say for Carissa to glean her actual message. ‘I don’t want to come back and find another disaster,’ was the subtext, ‘or else you’re really going to be in trouble.’
Much as Carissa resented it, she couldn’t blame her sister for being so concerned. Carissa had always been the reckless one, the one who always got in trouble with their parents, who was always exploring and trying things, whether they were good ideas or not. It had sometimes led to messes which even she regretted.
Even now, when she was just shy of 43, Carissa still sensed that her older sister was expecting the absolute worst. This time, however, she was determined to prove to her sister that she had matured; she was able to be trusted with her nephews, no matter how rambunctious they got. Zoe had stressed how hard it had become to find a babysitter as the main reason why she’d even been asked.
“Will you get off my back?” Carissa suddenly groaned. “I’m doing fine! Will you just go and enjoy your trip already?”
Zoe sighed. “I’ll enjoy it when we get there.”
Carissa snorted. “The journey’s half the fun, sis.”
“Spare me,” Zoe sighed. “At least we finally got to the motel.”
“They got a pool?” Carissa asked.
“Yes, but I’m not going near it,” Zoe replied. “It’s so crowded today, I can see it from here.”
“Try this evening,” Carissa suggested.
“Never mind me,” Zoe suddenly replied. “Don’t forget about the boys’ party.”
“I haven’t!” Carissa groaned. “The costumes are all ready to go!”
“Good, good,” Zoe muttered. It was clear that she was trying to think of something else to nag her sister about, but Carissa had had enough.
“Alright, I gotta go,” Carissa urged. “Please just relax and let things be. You’re gonna ruin your trip if you’re calling me every day.”
“Fine,” Zoe murmured. “Take care.”
Carissa let out a long sigh as she put her phone down on the counter. She looked around the silent house. Her nephews had gone to play with their friends for the day, and she had had the place to herself since noon. Marlon and Ryder had said they’d be eating dinner at their friend’s house, and she didn’t doubt they’d be there until the evening.
Truth be told, she didn’t doubt that they’d try and have a sleepover there, given that she’d be out of their hair. She hadn’t enjoyed being the bad guy, especially when she didn’t agree with some of the rules she was supposed to enforce. All the same, she was determined to show the boys who was boss and show her sister that she could be trusted.
Still, this was the first day she had to herself after two whole days of stressful babysitting. Marlon and Ryder had resented her authority as much as they resented their parents’, but she was convinced that they were beginning to realise that the path of least resistance was obedience.
Still, now that she was finally able to relax, she couldn’t help but give in to temptation. She’d secretly snuck over a few snacks with her from her favourite dispensary. Zoe would not have approved at all, but Carissa figured that she’d earned a treat. Besides, they’d been legal in Canada for years now, there wasn’t anything technically wrong with it.
Sighing, she sat down on the couch and waited for the fun to start. She reckoned that she’d go enjoy the summer air outside in the backyard. ‘I’m not sharing that one with anybody,’ Carissa thought smugly to herself.
As a tingling sensation began coursing through her body, and her feet seemed to spring rather than step, she changed into her favourite bikini and went outside.
The sun was incredibly warm, but there was enough of a breeze that it didn’t matter. She reflexively looked around to see if anyone was watching, but then she remembered that her sister and brother-in-law had set up tall hedges for privacy.
With a deep breath, she leapt forward and plunged into the deep end. She shrieked underwater at the sudden change in temperature. For one mad second, she forgot how to swim. Then with several strong kicks, her head broke the surface of the water, and she gulped in air once again. The sunlight was so strong on the water that she had to close her eyes.
‘It’s not so bad,’ she thought to herself as she felt the full effect take over her body. ‘I’ve got this.’
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“You sure she’ll take one?”
“Trust me. I saw them in her room, she’s gonna take them today.”
Marlon and Ryder were walking back down the sidewalk to their home. They’d waited until three in the afternoon until Ryder decided it was time to go home.
They didn’t fully understand what those snacks were, but they had a good idea of what eating them did to someone. Their friend had an older brother who ate them a lot, as did another friend’s older sister. It just seemed like one of those things, like beer or wine, which older people had to enjoy themselves.
The boys knew for a fact that their parents didn’t take them, though. They hated those snacks, and had strictly forbidden them from ever coming into the house.
For all their rule-breaking and adventuring, neither Marlon nor Ryder were interested in trying them. Not because they were worried about what their parents would do, no no; it was just that it made people act really weird, and really silly. They didn’t want to do anything embarrassing. They had another idea, one which might give them the upper hand while Mom and Dad were away.
They’d been planning this ever since the first day Aunt Carissa had arrived. They had been really irritated by the fact that she was actually following Mom’s rules. They’d been looking forward to Mom and Dad going away for weeks, and now it was as if they’d never left.
But Aunt Carissa was different. They’d both overheard their parents tell each other how worried they were about leaving Aunt Carissa in charge. They didn’t know why, but that part didn’t matter. The important thing was to get home and see her for themselves.
Using the house key, the twins went inside their house.
“Aunt Carissa?” Ryder called out hopefully. “You still here?”
Much to their surprise, there was no answer.
“Where is she?” Marlon asked.
“Check the backyard,” Ryder suggested.
Sure enough, she was swimming in the pool, with a silly grin plastered across her face. Her iphone was playing some old song like the ones Mom and Dad listened to, and she was trying to sing along.
That alone was enough to send both boys into peals of laughter. They’d never seen a grownup act like that before.
“You go get things ready,” Ryder told Marlon. “I’ll get her out of the pool.”
As Marlon ran off, Ryder opened the sliding glass door. “Hey, Aunt Carissa!”
She didn’t hear him, but she saw him. Her eyes and mouth formed three O’s as she stared up at her grinning nephew.
“Having fun?” he called out.
“Y-yeah!” Carissa called out, louder than she probably intended. She still looked shocked to see her nephew back so soon, utterly forgetting the song she was listening to.
Ryder loved seeing her so embarrassed, but he wasn’t going to draw attention to it; that was also part of the plan. He also tried to sound normal as he approached the pool.
“Marlon and I came home early,” he told her. “Hope you don’t mind!”
“Mind?” Carissa echoed. “No, of course I don’t mind!” She was treading water, but more erratically than usual. Slowly, she inched her way to the shallow end and hurriedly got out of the pool.
Ryder had always been intimidated by how tall his aunt was; she was almost six feet tall, just an inch shorter than their father. But now she looked so goofy as she stumbled on the grass and swayed where she stood.
“You done swimming?” Ryder asked casually.
“Oh yeah,” Carissa urged, hurrying toward her towel and wrapping around herself. She was still wide-eyed, and she was breathing faster than normal, but other than that, she was trying to look as normal as possible.
Ryder hoped that Marlon was ready. “Wanna help us with something, then? If you’re not busy?”
“Sure, what do you need?” Carissa gave a goofy-looking smile, which almost made Ryder burst out laughing.
“We found this challenge on the internet,” Ryder explained. “You were in the girl scouts, right?”
“Y-yeah, I was,” Aunt Carissa began drying her long hair. Normally it was an auburn colour, but it looked dark brown now that it was wet. “What’s this challenge about, then?” Her voice sounded much more spaced out, just like the others did when they’d eaten those candies.
“It’s about knots,” Ryder explained. “Dad wants us to learn about boating this summer, so we wanted to practice.”
“Okay…” She was frowning now, but she still followed him as Ryder turned and went back inside.
As he’d hoped, Marlon was in the living room. He’d already put together a cleave hitch and a bowline on the floor, but he had several other coils of rope beside him. These were the same ropes that they’d acquired during boy scouts, just about the only memorabilia they still had from that shortlived experience.
“So what do you need me to do?” Carissa was still looking puzzled as she stood by with her towel slung over one shoulder.
Whatever was going through her mind, it was getting stronger. Ryder could see her eyes losing focus, even as she blinked several times. ‘Maybe this will be easier than we guessed,’ he thought to himself.
“Just sit down at that chair,” he told her. “We’ll take care of the rest.”

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“Sure,” she replied, going over to the dining room chair which the boys had brought to the living room. She sat down, relieved to not have to stand.
She tried to think clearly, even as the full effects of her edible were beginning. She tried to fight down the panic inside of her at this surprise return. She wished fervently that she hadn’t indulged herself, in case the boys realise what was going on. Thankfully, Ryder hadn’t seemed to notice. Or had he? ‘No, he would have said something,’ she assured herself.
She was still thinking of these things when the boys each grabbed one of her arms and pulled it behind the chair.
“W-what?” She tried to pull herself free, but the boys had already begun looping rope around her wrists. She was utterly confused by this turn of events, so that she couldn’t even muster the will to fight back for a moment. It proved a big mistake, because by the time she refocused, her wrists were secured tightly together by what she could feel were several strong knots.
“Looks like we don’t need to practice that long,” Marlon teased, even as Ryder began to laugh.
Carissa tried to look them both in the eye, causing her to turn her head one way, then the other. “W-what’s going on? This isn’t what I think it is… What’s happening?”
“Wow,” Ryder exclaimed as he picked up another coil of ropes. “This was way more fun than I thought it would be!”
He and Marlon began wrapping the rope around her waist, and also around the back of the chair. She kicked out randomly with her feet, but it did no good. She felt the ropes around her waist tightening. “Y-you can’t do this,” she protested.
“Try and stop us, Aunt Carissa!” The twins turned their attention to her feet. They each grabbed one and held them down against the chair legs.
Panic coursed through Carissa as she felt them tying her legs in place. “Let me go!” She ordered in her angriest tone. “If you don’t let me go right now, I’ll-”
“You’ll what?” Ryder stood in front of her, grinning at her. “You gonna tell mom what happened? Because we will!”
Carissa gaped at her nephews. She had always known that tweens were the absolute worst age group, but she’d never thought these boys were capable of such a dastardly scheme. “Let me go,” she repeated. “Let me go or you’re gonna be in big trouble!”
“Marlon,” Ryder admonished his brother. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
Quickly, Marlon ran out of the room. “Sorry,” he shouted over his shoulder. “I’ll find something!”
“Something?” Carissa turned to stare at Ryder. “What’s he talking about?”
“Nothing,” Ryder told her, still smirking at his aunt’s predicament.
“This isn’t funny,” she warned him. She tried to pull her arms free, but her wrists were tightly secured. “I swear to god, you two are so dead!”
Ryder just laughed at this, then laughed harder when Marlon returned. He was holding several pieces of cloth in his hands. Much to Carissa’s shock, she recognised the one on top. It was the grey tank top which she’d worn in the basement while using the gym equipment. She’d worn it three days in a row, she recalled with dismay.
“Don’t you dare,” she warned. “Marlon, don’t yoummMMMMMMPH!”
He didn’t even hesitate to stuff the tank top into her mouth. She made a loud noise of disgust, then anger as she glared in shock and fury at her grinning nephews.
“Hold it in her mouth,” Ryder ordered. “Give me a minute!”
Carissa tried to shake her head, but Marlon didn’t let go. Ryder picked one of the other pieces of cloth and wrapped it around her head. Carissa felt him tie two firm knots at the back of her head. She couldn’t spit out the tank top now. All she could do was bounce up and down in the chair, glaring at her nephews as they stepped back and stared in amazement at what they’d accomplished.
“LMMMPH MMM GUMMMPH!” Carissa snarled, but that only made the boys burst out laughing.
“This is crazy!” Marlon turned to his brother. “We actually did it!”
“Guess we’re in charge now, Aunt Carissa,” Ryder teased, even as he walked up to her and poked her side with his finger.
Carissa gave an undignified squeal and flinched away as far as she could move. He did it again, harder this time while mockingly calling “Bzzz” as if he was shocking her.
“MMMPHHM” Carissa protested, shaking her head as she let out a squeal of laughter as his finger dug into her side once again. She’d always been ticklish, and now she couldn’t defend herself.
“This is gonna be hilarious,” Ryder gloated.
TBC...

[Caesar73]

Nice one! I guess this is just the first Part?

[milagros317]

“MMMPHHM” Carissa protested, shaking her head as she let out a squeal of laughter as his finger dug into her side once again. She’d always been ticklish, and now she couldn’t defend herself.
“This is gonna be hilarious,” Ryder gloated.

This is a wonderful development and makes me look forward to part two.

[G9Drox]

Never before had the boys known such power and control; at eleven years of age, they would never have imagined they’d even experience this feeling. Such was their sense of triumph over their hapless aunt that they mercilessly tickled her sides, laughing as she bucked and writhed in the chair, shrieking and wailing into her gags.
“Come on and stop us,” Ryder dared his aunt, smirking as she stared at him with big pleading eyes. All her anger had given way to expressions of utter defeat. Tears were running down her face and into her gag, which was also becoming soaked from her sweat.
“MMPHHH,” Aunt Carissa whimpered. She was breathing heavily through her nose as she continued to struggle with the knots keeping her in the chair.
“Can’t you keep us under control? You’re in charge, right?” Marlon giggled as he tickled her neck.
“MMPHH! MPHHHMMMP HHMM PHHMMMM!” Aunt Carissa’s head jerked back and forth, unable to stop her nephews from tormenting her.
It wasn’t long before they also decided to play with her feet. At first, they were content to rake their fingers over her soles, causing her to nearly knock the chair over from her restrained thrashing, until Ryder got a brilliant idea.
“I’ll go get her toothbrush,” he told Marlon quietly as their aunt was recovering from the latest tickle attack. “You go call the guys and tell them to bring the games.”
With that, he hurried up the stairs to his parents’ bedroom, where Aunt Carissa had moved her stuff.
As he made a beeline for the bathroom, however, Ryder stopped. She’d brought a large suitcase, and a smaller one. The boys had been through the large one a few times, but the smaller one had a lock on it. They’d spent days wondering about what she kept in there, and she certainly didn’t tell them anything.
‘She’s in her swimsuit,’ thought Ryder. ‘And she doesn’t have the key to that suitcase.’
He scoured the bedroom, opening all the drawers and throwing clothes out of her suitcase with wild abandon. He checked his mom’s jewelry boxes, thinking she’d hidden the key somewhere. All the searching was in vain.
Disgruntled, Ryder sat down on the unmade bed, pondering where his aunt could have hidden the key. His eyes scanned the room over and over, willing himself to find the hiding spot he’d somehow overlooked.
Downstairs, he could hear a doorbell. He and his brother had been planning this for two days with their friends. They would all tell their parents that they were having a sleepover at Marlon and Ryder’s house.
Immediately, he heard laughter erupting downstairs, along with several loud taunts from their friends. He couldn’t hear his aunt’s muffled grunts or cries, but he could well imagine her predicament.
‘We’re in charge,’ he reminded himself, astonished at how successfully the afternoon had gone. This called for a celebration, such as a lavish Uber meal at his aunt’s expense.
He went to grab her purse, in order to find her credit card. As he pulled out various cards, however, a small key slipped out of a pocket.
Ryder swore in surprise and delight – one of the words he’d heard at school and which had gotten him grounded for two weeks when he’d said it at home – as he picked up the key and ran to the small suitcase.
His hands were trembling as he slipped the key into the lock and turned it. With a small click, the lock came undone, and Ryder opened the suitcase for the first time.
Even for his own wild imagination, he would never have been able to predict what he found inside.

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She’d been damp from the pool when she’d first been tied up. Now she was utterly soaked from sweat at having been given the tickling of a lifetime.
Thankfully, Carissa had no trouble breathing through her nose, but she was struggling to keep it in check. It also didn’t help that she was fully in the grips of the edible rush coursing through her veins. It had caused her to be even more ticklish than usual, and her reaction much stronger. It was a minor miracle that she hadn’t had a wardrobe malfunction after all the thrashing she’d done. Now, as she was left alone for the first time since the boys had returned, she frantically tried to wriggle out of her bonds. Her urgency was compounded when she overheard Marlon tell his friends to come over.
“Mmmphhhhmmmmm!” she snarled as she tried to pull one of her hands free. She once again cursed her sister and brother-in-law for thinking that the boys should learn knot-tying.
It already seemed as though she had been tied and gagged for hours on end when the doorbell rang. Marlon laughed as he ran over to the front door and opened it.
He soon returned, followed by three boys whom Carissa had learned to loathe. They were all troublemakers like her nephews. Her younger sister liked none of them, but she couldn’t stop her sons from hanging out with them at school. Now, it seemed, they’d come prepared. One of them had brought a game console which the twins’ parents would never have allowed in their home. The other two were carrying snacks of the sort that Carissa’s sister detested. But while she would have been frustrated by that, she was mortified by her own position. The boys had always at least been coldly polite with her, but now they roared with laughter as they watched her squirm.
“Told you we’d get her,” Marlon bragged as he stood beside her and posed for their pictures. Carissa whimpered and shook her head, trying to plead for mercy, but that only made them take more pictures of her.
“Mom’s not gonna like these pics, Aunt Carissa,” Marlon pointed out. “How about we all keep this a big secret. Okay?”
“HMmph” Carissa growled, but she knew that he was right. Her authority was gone, and she would never hear the end of it if Zoe and her husband found out about this. Reluctantly, miserably, she nodded her head as the boys cheered.
Bereft of dignity, Carissa tried to beg her nephew to untie her, now that she’d agreed to not say anything. Smirking, Marlon ignored her as he and his friends set up the games and snacks.
“Hey guys!”
It was Ryder. Carissa was surprised at how long he’d been away, and how long it had taken her to notice. Well, the latter wasn’t so surprising, she reckoned ruefully.
“Look at what I found!”
Ryder came into the room, looking even more smug than before, if that was possible. The boys stared in amazement at the small suitcase which he’d carried in with both arms, like he was holding a massive platter.
As for Carissa, she stared in utter dismay as her toys were put on display. This was her other big secret that she’d kept from Zoe. She’d been hoping to make use of them while the boys had their sleepover.
“Look at all this stuff,” Ryder announced as he put the small suitcase down. “Guys, I think Aunt Carissa likes being tied up!”
As if to prove his point, he reached down and pulled out several pairs of handcuffs. One was obviously meant for wrists, but another was meant for ankles, with a short chain between them to keep someone from running or taking big steps.
Carissa moaned in horror, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away as the others joined Ryder and crowded around the suitcase.
“I didn’t know she had a dog,” Marlon mused as he took out a collar.
“How does this work?” One of the boys pulled out a large green ballgag and held it up curiously.
“My sister has one of those,” one of the others remarked.
“Girls are weird,” Ryder quipped, prompting the others to fervently agree.
One of the boys went back to the console and picked up a controller. “You guys wanna do multiplayer?”
Carissa breathed a sigh of relief as the boys put aside her suitcase and went to play their game. No sooner had she finished the sigh, though, than Ryder found a way to torment her yet again.
“Oh, what you guys wanna eat?” He smirked as he held up a familiar-looking credit card. “Aunt Carissa’s buying!”
“MMMPPHHH!” She thrashed about once more, trying to get free as the boys shouted their orders aloud.

[KissyMissy]

Great continuation.
Love what they found in the suitcase.

[milagros317]

Wonderful continuation!
Looking forward to part three.

[Bg223]

Great story! Hopefully Zoe will call and say they extended their trip! Thus leaving Carrissa in a longer predicament with the boys!

[milagros317]

Great story! Hopefully Zoe will call and say they extended their trip! Thus leaving Carrissa in a longer predicament with the boys!

What a fine idea! I hope Zoe does just that and Carissa is captive for a week.

[G9Drox]

“My aunt’s in the bathroom,” Ryder told the delivery guy. “She told me to show you her phone.”
Carissa fumed into her gags. Ryder was really good at playing the sweet kid when he wanted to. She’d always known that, just as she’d known he was capable of being a little terror. Of course, she’d never imagined he would go so far as to take her hostage.
The boys were utterly immersed in their game, thankfully, and she was beginning to think that the ropes were loosening. Trying to stay level-headed, she slowly jerked her arms back and forth, causing her shoulders to shimmy. She grunted quietly as she worked, frowning to herself as she fended off the more erratic thoughts coursing through her mind right now.
“Keep trying, Auntie!”
She thought she would cause the chair itself to jump. Staring wildly, she saw that Marlon had been filming her. ‘How long was he filming me,’ Carissa thought wildly to herself. ‘How long have we been here? Are they seriously going to keep me like this until Zoe comes back?’ The thought of her younger sister coming home and seeing her like this… the very thought made her whimper.
“Aw, it’s okay, Auntie, we’ll take care of you!”
Carissa flushed as she recalled that Marlon was still filming her. She moaned and looked down, shaking her head in misery. “MMMMMMPHHH!”
“Hey, Auntie, does this mean we’re in charge?”
Carissa glared furiously at Marlon, shaking her head and unleashing a stream of frustrated grunts and squeals. The more she ranted, the more Marlon laughed, which only angered her even more.
“Guess we’re the babysitters now,” Marlon taunted, even as he ran up and mockingly pinched her cheek through the cloth tied around her head.
The tank top was almost devoid of taste, at least, but she could still sense a foul taste of sweat in her mouth. She was hungry, and utterly sick of this nonsense. She glared murderously at Marlon and growled. She knew that he was trying to get more of a rise out of her, but she was too high to restrain herself.
“Mom’s gonna freak at these videos,” Marlon pointed out as he put his phone down. “You don’t want her to see those, right?”
Still glaring, Carissa couldn’t help but blush at how pathetic her position was. Her own nephews held all the cards. They had proof that she’d brought edibles to the house, they’d shown how utterly inept she was, and they’d also found her bondage kit. They might not know just how much leverage they had over her, but they knew enough.
“How about you agree that we’re the babysitters and Mom will never find out.”
“Hmph,” Carissa snarled, loathing herself as she nodded her head.
Marlon gave another gust of laughter. “Holy crap! I still can’t believe we actually did it! I was just joking around, but Ry said we could actually do it!”
Carissa looked away; that didn’t surprise her at all. Marlon usually let Ryder take the lead, but he was also far more creative with his madness than Ryder ever was.
Thus it was Marlon who horrified her after the boys tucked into their meals at her expense. Ryder and the others were still eating when Marlon came over and sat down beside her. He was holding her phone.
Carissa was on edge; she’d seen Marlon pick up her phone, use it quietly, burst out laughing, whispered to the others, and continued to use her phone as they giggled amongst themselves. Nobody would have imagined it was going to be pleasant, but nothing could have prepared her for what Marlon had in mind.
He had accessed her Prime account, and he’d gone shopping for immediate delivery.
“We got some new rules,” Marlon told her. “You gotta wear this,” he said, pointing to one of the selected items, “at the party. And then you’re gonna wear this stuff,” he added smugly, pointing to other items on the list, “when you’re under our roof.”
Carissa was mortified; she was supposed to look after them for the next four days. And if this was the sort of stuff they came up with, it was going to be the longest five days of her life.
“How’s that for a surprise?” Marlon taunted as he patted her on the head before confirming the purchases.
“Should be here by tomorrow,” Ryder added helpfully. “Thanks for spotting us, Auntie!”

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“How did you tie her up like that?” Cam asked as they went back to their games.
“It was so easy,” Ryder bragged. “She was just like Matt and Kelly are when they eat those candies. Why do they eat those things anyway?”
“Maybe they like feeling dumb,” Ravi suggested, prompting a burst of laughter from the others.
“Man, this is gonna be awesome,” Marlon murmured. He was looking at the new costume they’d chosen for Aunt Carissa to wear to the party. “You think we’ll be able to get away with it?”
“Hell yeah,” Ryder assured his brother before turning to the others. “You guys bring it up, remember? Say something like Aunt Carissa’s got a hilarious joke idea for the party. Everyone’s gonna be dressed up, they’ll just think she’s weird.”
“But then they’re definitely gonna tell Mom and Dad, won’t they?” Marlon suddenly looked worried.
“So?” Ryder shrugged. “Who’s gonna look stupider? Her or us?”
Marlon might have hesitated then; he might have listened to that little voice in his head saying that it might be going just too far. But Aunt Carissa had been as strict as Mom; worse than Mom, really, because it was bad enough when Mom was strict with them. Aunt Carissa doing it just felt extra demeaning, especially from some of their past memories.
Aunt Carissa had always been a wild card, Dad liked to say. Mom would always roll her eyes at that, as she always did when Dad tried to brush something under the rug. The boys didn’t know what their aunt had done, but they’d seen her act dumb plenty of times. One summer, she had ruined their soccer team. Aunt Carissa had regularly come to see them play, even sometimes when they practised. She’d also come to the barbecue with them halfway through the season. A few weeks later, their coach had quietly told them he had to step down.
The boys had been furious; Coach Wyatt had been really cool; he would buy them snacks if they practised hard, he told all kinds of jokes, and he never yelled at them when they made mistakes. Another guy had stepped in, and none of the boys had liked him, especially not Ryder or Marlon.
That alone might have seemed strange, but the boys had overheard their parents talking about it just two days before Coach Wyatt had left.
“I can’t believe this! Even for her… How can we possibly look any of those people in the face again?”
“I mean, it takes two to tango,” their father had offered.
“Don’t do that right now,” Mom had snapped. “He’s barely out of college, she’s almost twice his age! She just had to go and be… she was just… so dumb! How could she not expect something like this would happen?”
Mom and Dad had talked more quietly after that, but the boys had heard enough. Aunt Carissa had been dumb again, and something had happened which meant that Coach Wyatt had to quit. When Aunt Carissa had stopped coming to the games after Coach Wyatt left, that had been all the confirmation that they needed. None of the other boys knew what had happened, but Marlon and Ryder could tell that their parents did.
They’d thought of ways they could get back at Aunt Carissa, but Marlon had always figured that they were just saying things. So he let his imagination run wild, and he’d come up with an idea. Ryder had laughed hard, said Marlon was an evil genius, and then nothing had come of it for months. It was only the night before Aunt Carissa arrived that Ryder had explained his plan.
Marlon had been stunned, but he knew Ryder well enough to know that there was a chance. There was always a chance with Ryder’s plans. Sure, things often backfired on them, but Ryder never cared, not even if it was ninety-nine times out of a hundred. He and Marlon both understood that the one time would always be worth it.
This, more than anything, was that one time, and now they had four days to carry out their revenge.
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Finally, long past their bedtime, the boys called it quiets. Their friends gave cheerful goodbyes, saying how much they were looking forward to the party, then giving Carissa one last tickle session to make her suffer.
“Everything’s already shipped,” Marlon exclaimed, looking at Carissa’s phone.
“Awesome,” Ryder replied smugly as he approached Carissa. “Just in time for the party!”
Carissa glared at them, trying not to think about how humiliating tomorrow would be.
“Okay,” Ryder warned her as he stood in front of her with folded arms. “Fair warning, Aunt Carissa. We gave all the videos and pics to our friends, and if they don’t hear from us tomorrow morning, they’re gonna post it online, show their parents, and they’ll tell Mom and Dad all about what happened.”
Carissa turned pale; two of the boys had been on her nephews’ soccer team the summer before. The thought of Zoe hearing about all this from their parents, after everything else… she couldn’t stop whimpering as she fervently shook her head.
“Alright, so we’re gonna untie you, and you’re gonna clean up.” He pointed to the mess that the boys had left of their dinners and games that night.
Carissa nodded her head, then gave a small sigh as she felt them approach her and loosen her ropes.
She flexed her limbs as she got up from the chair. She reached up to pull her gag off, but then gave a loud squeal.
One of the things in her special suitcase had been a horsewhip. Marlon had picked it up and struck the back of her thigh with it. A ‘crack’ almost echoed through the air as she leapt forward.
“Keep the gag on,” Marlon ordered her. “No talking after bedtime, remember?”
Carissa growled resentfully, but she obeyed. The boys hung out as she set out to work, cleaning up the expensive supper which she’d treated them to that day. The boys hung out and occasionally struck her with the horsewhip as she worked, laughing at the muffled screeches she made.
Finally, when she was done, she wobbled her way up the stairs, accompanied by her two ‘babysitters’.
“Okay, you can take your gag off. See you in the morning,” they told her cheerfully before turning for their own bedrooms.
Carissa nearly sobbed with relief as she stepped into the master bedroom and slumped on the bed. Finally, she changed out of her bikini before stumbling off to run a really warm bath for herself.
It was going to be a long day tomorrow, and she had to get her comforts in while she could.

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What a cliff hanger into the next part! Hopefully they buy more outfits and restraints to use. Maybe they buy Carissa a maid outfit complete with a corset and stiletto high heels. They could handcuff her then attach them to the corset in front (allowing her to pick things up but also not protect her butt). They could then use a panel gag with a feather duster attachment. As she bends over to dust or pick things up they could use the whip. Can’t wait to see what’s next!

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By the time she woke up from her exhausted sleep, it was past noon. For a brief moment, she was convinced that she’d had a really bad trip with some strange dreams. Then she heard the television from downstairs, with the boys eagerly playing more games.
The memories returned, which included the deal she’d made with them in return for their silence.
‘Oh God,’ she cursed to herself as she got up and took a long shower. ‘What have they got planned for me now?’
She didn’t doubt that they’d want to tie her up again. She’d seen the light in their eyes watching her writhe around in bondage, she’d heard how hard they’d laughed at her gag-talk.
‘Well,’ she thought as she emerged. ‘Might as well get through it as painlessly as I can,’ she thought bitterly as she went to the bedroom door.
A coat hanger was on the outside doorknob. On it hung the costume which they had ordered at top priority expense. They’d also attached a little sticky note; your uniform for the day.
She grimaced at the thought of her impending credit card bill, but anything was better than having to explain to Zoe how she’d decided to get stoned and gotten herself captured by her own nephews. The idea of her sister staring in fury at the videos and pictures that the boys had… she sighed as she got changed into her costume.
The boys had picked a Supergirl costume for her to wear; she had to admit that it was a high-quality suit, though it was a bit tight in several places. She couldn’t help but admire how she looked in the mirror when it was on, which only made her more resentful of her nephews.
Eventually, there was a loud knocking on the door. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” Ryder called, in mockery of how she’d get them up in the morning, even though it was summer.
“I’m awake,” Carissa snapped bad-temperedly.
“Are you dressed?”
Carissa thought of saying no, in order to stall them for a bit longer. But she knew that it was inevitable; she was going to the party that day, wearing this Supergirl outfit and whatever else they had in mind.
Ryder and Marlon were also dressed in their costumes. Marlon was Lex Luthor, with a tuxedo on his body and a bald cap on his head. Ryder was a character that she later found out was called Maxwell Lord. He was wearing bright blue pants, a tight black t-shirt, a broad belt with several pouches on it, and a fake gun belt over one shoulder.
“Boys,” she called out as politely as she could muster, “can I please eat something first? I’m starving!”
“Fine,” Ryder agreed. “We still haven’t eaten either.”
‘Typical,’ Carissa fumed silently as she stepped forward to leave the room. Both boys began giving her their breakfast orders as she stomped her way down the stairs.
It was a strange thing, walking around in this Supergirl outfit, cooking for her nephews while they were dressed as Supergirl’s enemies.
“Hey Supergirl,” Ryder suddenly called out when her back was turned. “How’s it feel to finally lose?”
When she turned around, she saw the boys holding up their phones. “Excuse me?”
“Come on, Supergirl, play the part,” Marlon ordered. “Tell us how much it sucks to be a loser, and tell us what you’d do if you could.”
Carissa was happy to give them a piece of her mind, but she knew full well that this was what they wanted. She was too proud to fall for something like that, even as she suddenly felt mortified. ‘They’re going to make me say the absolute worst stuff at the party, aren’t they? Are they going to make me act like a bimbo?’ She couldn’t bear the thought of playing into so many people’s images of her. Especially these boys, she now realised. ‘How much do they know about what happened with Vic? Would Zoe have told them that?’ Realisation hit her so hard that she couldn’t think for a moment.
“This is lame,” Ryder declared. He put down his phone, then gave Marlon a smirk. It was crystal clear to Carissa that they were about to do a bit. ‘Did they count on me being a reluctant actress?’
“You know what she needs, bro?”
“Yeah, I do,” Marlon answered eagerly. He’d always had the wider imagination, but he’d discovered serious cosplay the year before, having gone to the local Comic Con and seeing fans celebrating their fandom. “She needs some inspiration.”
“What are you talking about,” Carissa demanded suspiciously.
“Your gummies,” Ryder answered. “Have more.”
“I can’t,” Carissa protested. “I’m driving you.”
“Jesse’s brother is driving us,” Marlon corrected her. “He’s been driving for two years.”
‘Good god…’ Carissa bit back her fury as best she could. She fumed silently as Marlon revealed that he’d retrieved a bag of her gummies. He held it out to her. “Go on.”
‘Fine,’ Carissa reluctantly took one into her mouth, hoping she might make it through half a day.
“One more,” Ryder called out. “I know that’s what you normally take.”
“How do you know that?” Carissa couldn’t help but ask as she took another out of the bag.
“Maybe you’re a terrible babysitter?” Ryder retorted. “And you like to mess with us when you take those. Now it’s payback.”
Grumbling, Carissa finished breakfast as she waited for things to change. She knew it would be an hour of waiting before she’d spend the next three hours in such a dopey state that she’d make a fool of herself even without the boys giving her direction.
The boys continued to smirk at her, occasionally looking at each other with congratulatory expressions. Carissa focused entirely on her food, bracing herself for whatever was going to happen.
After they were done, they left her to clean up the kitchen. They turned on the television, and a quick confirmation from Carissa gave them access to their parents’ account, even as they explored through titles that they’d always been curious about.
It was an awkward experience, standing around dressed like Supergirl, cleaning up after the boys as they lounged around and ignored her. ‘They’re just waiting,’ Carissa thought. ‘Waiting for me. How many times have they seen me?’ She began to think that she really hadn’t been as subtle as she’d thought. There had been moments where she’d kicked them upstairs to bed so that she could have a fun evening for herself.
Ten minutes before they were set to be picked up, the waves started hitting Carissa. ‘Good lord,’ she thought worriedly. Not all the gummies were the same. These two seemed to have an extra kick.
“Supergirl?”
She turned around, looking for the boys in the living room. They were nowhere to be seen. It took her a moment to ponder it, trying to be rational as she felt rationality slipping.
“Supergirl,” Marlon called out again. The mockery seemed to cause an echo in the room.
“Marlon?” Carissa called out uncertainly. “Marlon? Where did you go?”
“Wow, really?” It was Ryder this time, and he sounded like he was talking through fits of laughter. “It’s hitting you already?”
“I had an empty stomach,” Carissa whined, prompting another burst of laughter from upstairs.
It wasn’t long, however, before they bounded downstairs, looking utterly smug. Much to Carissa’s surprise, they were carrying the special suitcase.
“Hey, Supergirl,” Marlon taunted. “Look what we have.” He held up her bright green ballgag, holding it in the air as if it was a weapon. “Oh no, looks like you’re losing all your powers!”
Carissa stared as she realised what was about to happen. “You’re capturing me?”
“What else does it look like?” Marlon approached her with handcuffs in one hand and ankle cuffs in the other. “You can’t fight back, Supergirl, so stand still!”
Carissa moaned as she forced herself to put her hands behind her back. She felt the strong metal click into place, securing her arms. Shortly after that, she felt the cuffs around her ankles too, meaning that she could barely walk, let alone run.
“Sit down,” Ryder ordered when Marlon was finished. He pointed to the same chair she’d been sitting the day before.
Carissa was accustomed to walking with these cuffs on, even in her current state. She closed the distance as fast as she could, unable to stop herself glaring at her smirking nephews. She fumed as they pushed the sizeable green ball into her mouth and then secure it in place with the straps. “HRRMMMM!”
“Almost done, Supergirl, don’t worry,” Marlon taunted, even as Carissa suddenly felt something being put around her neck. ‘Oh my god,’ she thought, ‘my collar!”
“That’s more like it,” Ryder remarked, even as he stood in front of her, holding the end of a leash in one hand. He gave Marlon a grin. “Is Jesse here?”
Marlon ran to the window and looked out. As he paused, Ryder gave the leash a tug. “Stand up,” he commanded.
She had no choice but to obey, her mind racing about what would be thought about her when she turned up like this. It wouldn’t be the first time that strangers had caught her in that state, but this would certainly be a new low for her. ‘How could this possibly get any worse?’

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“This is really fun,” Ryder exclaimed to his twin as he began to lead her all across the main floor of the house.
The best part was that she was perfectly acting the part, whether it was intentional or not. Her eyes were wide, with her stare wavering between astonishment at her predicament, and fury at her captors.
Marlon turned away from the window and began to guffaw at the sight of his aunt.
She broke into a stream of grunts, trying to speak through the large green ball-gag in her mouth. All that did was cause drool to run down her chin and drip onto herself.
What made it even better was when Marlon ran into the kitchen. Ryder decided to keep Aunt Carissa out of the kitchen, even as she frantically tried to hear what his twin was doing.
There was the sound of rummaging for a moment, then Ryder heard the kitchen tap turned on. “What are you doing?”
“Just wait,” came the excited reply.
“They’re coming to pick us up,” Ryder called. “Whatever you’re doing, make it fast!”
“Just wait!”
Ryder turned to his aunt and gave a shrug. “Whatever.” He gave the leash a good tug, then led Aunt Carissa out to the hall. He tied the end of her leash to one of the railings, smirking at her indignant response to being treated like a dog. “Aww, what’s wrong? Feeling like the baby instead of the babysitter?”
“YUMMMPHH HUUH MMMMPHHH!” Aunt Carissa’s muffled yells were so loud that Ryder could hear Marlon laughing in response. Ryder was intrigued by how easily he could trigger his aunt with this kind of talk.
“Aww, poor baby,” he cooed, stepping forward and tickling his aunt’s sides. “Come on, baby girl, let’s have a laugh!”
“MMMMMH N-HHMMMHMHMHMHMH!”
Aunt Carissa shrieked with laughter as she stumbled about, jerking back and forth as her arms were forced to stay behind her back.
After a moment of this, Marlon suddenly turned the taps off in the kitchen. “Okay, I’ve got it!”
He came running into the hall, grinning wickedly as he held up the metal spatula. It was soaking wet in Marlon’s hand, even as he gripped the plastic handle.
Ryder quickly began to laugh in astonishment. “No way,” he gushed, “you didn’t!”
“Give me a hand and find out,” Marlon urged him.
Aunt Carissa was confused about what was happening, but she still squawked into her gag as Ryder lifted up her cape and Supergirl skirt. She squealed even louder when the metal spatula slapped against her rump.
Under her skirt, she was wearing leggings made of thin flesh-coloured fabric. It provided very little protection against the spatula.
“Hold on,” Ryder gasped, catching his breath as he heard his phone give a text signal. “They’re here,” he declared when he the message. “Get the doors!”
He hurried forward and untied the leash end, even as his brother darted to the side door and ducked inside. The garage door slowly began to rise, even as Ryder led Aunt Carissa after Marlon.
A car was waiting for them in the driveway and proceeded to slowly move forward. Ryder waved cheerfully at Jesse and his older brother Garnet, who were staring in amazement at the captured superheroine.
Aunt Carissa moaned and looked away to avoid seeing the delight on their faces. Then, with an air of desperation, she stared at Ryder and began pleading with muffled whines.
“Aw, it’s okay, baby,” Ryder reassured her. “You’ll get to sit between us in the back so nobody sees you.”
Ignoring her frustrated grunts, he and Marlon half-pushed and half-pulled her to one of the back doors. It took their help, plus Jesse pitching in, to get Aunt Carissa into the middle seat, securely seatbelted in.
Sweat was running down her head and neck from the exertions thus far, but she still kept up a fierce expression as Garnet began to reverse the car out of the garage.
“Okay,” he exclaimed. “This is already the craziest day of my life. I thought you guys were joking.”
He turned to stare at Aunt Carissa. “Did you seriously agree to this costume idea?”
Ryder gave his aunt a glance, but she didn’t need it. Even in her ditzy state, she still gave a slow, embarrassed nod.
Jesse’s brother shook his head and turned his eyes back to the road. “Wow, I don’t even want to know what they’ve got on you."
The car drive consisted of Marlon and Ryder posing for pictures as Jesse took them, or else ferociously tickling their aunt as she bucked up and down, "mmmpH"ing to the boys' amusement.
Eventually, Garnet gave a shout. "Okay, guys, we're here. Garage again?"
"Nah," Marlon called out. "Driveway's good."
"HMMM?" Aunt Carissa frantically turned from Ryder to Marlon in disbelief. Her protests only served to fuel the others' mocking laughter.
"Part of the plan," Ryder reminded Aunt Carissa. As the car came to a stop, Ryder unclipped his aunt's seatbelt and opened the car door. "Showtime, Supergirl!"

[Ianc1980]

This story is amazing, I’m so excited to find out what’s in store for the captive milf at this “party”
Love that she has no choice but to play along, in character. Can’t wait to see what Lex and the other villains have planned

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Can’t wait to see what happens next!

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For the briefest of moments, Carissa wondered if she was just hallucinating, and she wasn’t actually being led across a driveway by her laughing nephews and their friend, unable to free her arms, unable to speak, and unable to run. But when a neighbour kid looked at her and burst out laughing, she felt a deep sense of humiliation. ‘I’m not even inside,’ she thought with alarm. ‘The people inside know who I am.’
Marlon held onto her leash as Ryder cheerfully rang the doorbell. His sadistic smirk said it all; he could have just opened the door and walked in, but they wanted to draw out her time outside, in case others might catch a glimpse.
Mrs. Hernandez opened the door. Evidently, it had been agreed that all the adults would dress up as well. She was wearing a Catwoman costume in the style of the 90s animated series. She was covered head to toe in grey latex with small cat-ears and a burglar mask over her eyes.
At first, she smiled at the boys in front of her, then did a double take when she saw Carissa. “Boys,” she began, “what’s going on here?”
“We captured Supergirl,” Ryder declared, even as Marlon tugged on the leash to make Carissa grunt through her green ball-gag.
Mrs. Hernandez looked as though she was torn between disapproval and amusement. Carissa blushed as she looked away from the smile threatening to break out across Mrs. Hernandez’ face. She was one of the soccer moms, after all, and she would certainly recall what had happened between Carissa and the boys’ coach.
“Looks like you did, boys,” she finally affirmed, allowing herself to smirk. “I never would have predicted this surprise.” She held the door open as Carissa hobbled in her captors’ wake.
As the boys got to work undoing their shoes, Mrs. Hernandez gave Carissa a knowing smirk. “So, this is your making it up to them?” She laughed. “Do I even want to know whose idea this was?”
Carissa growled.
Mrs. Hernandez suddenly put on a Catwoman-like voice and folded her arms in a villainous manner. “I never thought I’d see you like this, Supergirl,” she taunted. Then she turned to Marlon. “I hope that Kryptonite didn’t cost you too much, Mr. Luthor.”
“It was worth every penny, Mrs. H- Catwoman,” Marlon replied, correcting himself after Ryder gave him a nudge.
“The others are downstairs,” she told them, “In case you wanted to show off your captive.”
After getting Carissa’s shoes off, Marlon and Ryder led her down the hallway towards the basement staircase.
Along the way, they passed a living room where two moms and two dads were sitting around. All of them were dressed like Marvel heroes, and they all stared in astonishment at Carissa.
Mrs. Hernandez, who was walking behind Carissa, was the one who broke the ice. “It really is a pity, isn’t it? If she was a Marvel hero, you four would have to save her!”
Any apprehension that the other adults might have had about Carissa’s predicament was gone. They chuckled at the joke and resumed their conversations, though one of the dads gave her an appreciative glance before she was led away.
Carissa remembered them from the boys’ soccer. None of the moms had liked her, even before she’d ruined things. They were too much like her uptight younger sister. She knew that some of the dads might have been interested in her, but they certainly weren’t going to admit it.
The cold, hard truth was that the adults would think this was either Zoe’s idea to get back at her sister, or it was the boys’ idea to get some revenge. And either way, they would reason that Zoe had been okay with it. And even if they found out later that the boys had done this behind their mom’s back, it would only increase their contempt for her, that she got outsmarted by her own nephews.
The basement was rowdy. Boys in costumes were playing ping-pong, playing games on the tv, or else hanging out and talking to each other. All of them stared in astonishment as Carissa awkwardly hop-stepped her way down the stairs.
“You… you’re kidding right?” Lucho Hernandez was the first to step forward.
Because he was taller than most of his friends, Lucho had been the goalie on Ryder and Marlon’s team. At present, he was dressed as Bane, which made his astonished reaction a strange sight.
“Told you it would work,” Ryder gloated, posing beside his aunt as phones came out.
Carissa moaned in fury as she was treated like a prize-winning fish. All the boys took turns posing beside her, flapping her cape, leading her around the basement.
After a while, the boys got bored of her and left her in the corner so they could continue their party. Her leash had been tied to some gym equipment, meaning that Carissa was left to sit on a workout bench, grumbling to herself as she continued to drool helplessly.
By the time that Ryder noticed, there was a very clear track of spit leading down her chin and onto the top of her costume. He gave a snort of laughter as he approached her again. “What’s wrong, Supergirl? Making a mess?”
Marlon, having seen his brother, laughed at Ryder’s taunts. He joined them as the other boys were called upstairs by Mrs. Hernandez. “This gives me an idea.”
“What is it?” Ryder asked him eagerly.
“I’ll tell you upstairs,” Marlon urged.
Understanding immediately, Ryder raced his brother up the stairs.
After a long while, Mrs. Hernandez came to check on Carissa. “Wow, still sitting down waiting for them to come back, huh?” She shook her head as she held up her phone. I have to share this with the group chat, if you don’t mind.”
Carissa shook her head wildly. “MMPH! MM-MM! HMMPH UMMPH FHHHEM! LMMMPH MMM GMMMPH!” Spittle flew from her chin and lips as she stared in dismay at the smirking woman.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Mrs. Hernandez urged. “It’s just a book club that some of us formed during the soccer season! Nobody you don’t know! Just a few of us moms! Oh, and that includes Coach Wyatt’s mother.”
Carissa whimpered. She well remembered Mrs. Abney. She remembered the look on her face when she’d walked in at the worst moment. She would certainly have a big laugh about the state of her now, given that she was wearing much the same bondage equipment now as she had been when she’d last seen her.
“That’s right, look really pathetic,” Mrs. Hernandez advised as she took more pictures of Carissa from different angles. “Feeling a bit of shame for once in your life? Maybe this will help.” She held out the phone and showed Carissa the screen.
The other group members were filling up the chat with laughing emojis, a few “good job, boys” comments, and judgmental jabs galore.
Carissa glared murderously at Mrs. Hernandez, unable to stop herself grunting into her ball-gag.
“Sorry, what’s that, Supergirl? You have to speak up.” Mrs. Hernandez reached out and pinched Carissa’s cheeks to provoke more angry squeals. “Come on, you can do it!”
Carissa shook her head, giving a loud scream. All this did was bring the boys back downstairs, smirking at the show she was putting on.
Mrs. Hernandez put her phone away and went back upstairs, even as the boys resumed their games.
Ryder and Marlon, however, had other plans. They went back to their aunt, even as they showed her that they’d taken her cell phone along. There was a notice that their mother had called.
Carissa felt herself turning pale, shaking her head as her eyes became saucers.
“I mean, come on, Aunt Carissa,” Ryder objected cheerfully. “She’s gonna want to know everything’s okay, right?”
“NMMMMMM!” Carissa wailed, even as they video called their mother, keeping the camera entirely on her.
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After a few rings, Mom answered. She stared at Aunt Carissa on the little screen, even as Aunt Carissa whimpered and tried to speak through her gag.
“Oh my god…” Mom exclaimed. “They found your toy collection, huh?”
“HMMPH! Mmph! Mmmph hummmfff!”
“I mean, I knew you’d sneak it into the house even when I told you not to. Let me guess, they found it after you had too many of those snacks you like so much?”
Ryder chose that moment to lean into the camera’s frame, putting a friendly arm around his aunt. “Hi, Mom!”
His mother sighed. “You know, I should be grounding you both for this, but I have to admit, you really did predict it.”
Ryder grinned as he looked at Aunt Carissa. Her head was snapping wildly so she looked from Ryder to Mom and back again. Comprehension was dawning on her face. “Thanks for letting us try out the plan, Mom!”
He and Marlon had reckoned that the plans were finished when Mom overheard them plotting, but much to their surprise, she had not only allowed them to try it out, but had even given suggestions. “If you’re going to do it anyway,” she had said, “then you should at least consider a few things.” She had also laid down some rules for them, ensuring that they didn’t make any terrible mistakes or accidents. Everything within those rules was fair game, meanwhile.
“So, what’s the plan after the party?” Mom asked Ryder.
“Well, we had an idea,” Marlon interjected. “Since she’s all tied up, that doesn’t make her the babysitter anymore, does it?”
“Not at all,” Mom agreed, smirking at Aunt Carissa’s muffled protests. Ryder smothered them even more by covering her lips and ball with one hand.
“So, does that mean she’s the baby?” Marlon asked.
“Well, I’m sure there’s a few things she can still be in charge of,” Mom allowed. “Maybe a few chores we can think of? But aside from that, I don’t see why I shouldn’t put you two in charge of her.”
Aunt Carissa was furious. She snarled and snapped, trying to shake Ryder off her. Some of the other boys were standing by, listening to the conversation.
“Great,” Marlon answered. “We’ve got some ideas to try out.”
“Have fun, boys,” Zoe answered. “And good luck, sis. See you in a few days.”
Aunt Carissa moaned as the call ended. Ryder untied the leash and gave it a tug. “Let’s go home!”

[Caesar73]

Sounds like Carissa´s troubles are not over ....

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With permission the boys can now do what they want! A quick question for clarification , is Aunt Carrisa wearing red boots with the supergirl outfit?

[hafnermg]

Great story!!