03 - Sometimes, the Boys Get It
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By JD
Things calmed down awhile after the last posting. Janet still came over to babysit, but the escapades slowed down to a mighty crawl for the next few weeks. In fact, I don't think she even wore her much-loved boots for several sessions. I felt crushed but did my best to not show it. It may have been that she had a new boyfriend or something, but I never asked. It could have been that the school year was starting to wear on us all as we were closing in on Thanksgiving and the usual homework assignments that follow that date. Or, borrowing from Dr. Seuss, it could have been that the Grinch's shoes were three sizes too tight.
As you can tell by now, Janet was fully aware of what made me tick and had no hesitations on using it to mess with me. There was nothing overtly sexual about it, I think she just saw it as a way to have fun with an impressionable youth - and boy did she make an impression. Besides the next babysitting session (following the last post on Bob's page) during which I "convinced" her to model mom's former boot collection, nothing that really excited me happened. Then one Saturday, the parents went out for the evening once again and Janet was called to muster the troops. I had started to lose my anxiousness at this point and didn't always rush to greet our proverbial babysitter at arrival. This was one of those evenings. I was in my room, playing with my army men (I had a huge set of army men and tanks and howitzers and...) which could keep me busy for hours. I think my parents thought that those army men were the best present they ever bought me. I'm sure they wished they could find the equivalent for the girls.
I could hear Janet in the den talking with my mom on last minute instructions and the usual honking from the garage that accompanied it.
"Three this time," I thought counting them. "
"Mom must be teaching dad a lesson again."
The door to the garage closed with a thump and I could hear Janet walk into the den and then yell down the hallway, "Hey JD. Hi Dana, Sam."
"Hi Janet!" I yelled, hearing my sisters echo the response from down the hall.
"What are ya doin JD?"
How does a thirteen-year-old seem mature to an older woman - not by playing with army men. "Oh nothing!"
"Well come on out here. Let's have some fun tonight."
This sounded more promising than it had lately. Janet seemed energetic. I bounded out my door and practically ran her down on the way into the den. She looked stunning - wearing a collared black shirt unbuttoned to show a little chest (at this age it's not so much cleavage as chest, but it is still nice and Janet was not lacking in that area), and some tight blue jeans tucked into her tall black leather boots.
"What do you think?" she asked me twirling around.
"Beats sweats," I replied, always Mr. Noncommittal.
"You know it Kid." Janet liked to call me Kid sometimes. She never meant it derogatorily, more as a pet name. I liked it because it made me think of Kid Curry from still one of my favorite shows "Alias Smith and Jones". Or is it Kit Curry? - I don't know.
"You know I only wear sweats over here when I have to come right from a track meet."
"Besides, your mom was getting suspicious," she said behind the back of her hand as she smiled at me.
She could make me turn red in a second.
"What's on the agenda, Jeeves?"
"Oh I dunno. What do you want to do?" Thirteen-year-old minds do not make plans in advance, unless it involves something of special interest.
"We can play a game," my sisters yelled in unison as they scampered down the hall.
"Oh great. The monsters." I thought. I always preferred to be alone with Janet, but in a small home like ours, it wasn't always possible.
I think we ended up playing Monopoly, which I thought should have been renamed Monotony, especially after most of the properties were purchased. We were playing for a while. Dana, the youngest of my sisters, was taking a real beating. It wasn't long before she had negotiated a "deal" whereby all her earthy belongings were bequeathed to Sam (I didn't remember anything like that in the rules) and she retired to a position not more than our usual three feet in front of the TV screen. The game is continuing, and I'm playing along even though I hate the game. You see, I was next to Janet and she was sitting sideways with her legs curled to one side, my side. Of course, shortly after she moved that way, I realized that my money was all out of order and rearranged it so it was on that end of my area. You can never count your money too often in a situation like that. I was a sly dog - as if Janet never realized what was going on. I did goofy things back then, but they all seemed so important to a thirteen-year-old mind. Anyway, we are playing along when suddenly Dana shouts, "JD, it's your favorite scene!"
We all involuntarily looked up to see what Dana was watching on the TV.
"Oh my gosh!" I thought viewing the TV as it showed a bound and gagged damsel struggling to free herself from a treacherous villain (I have no idea now what it was that we were watching.). I turned bright red and looked back down at the game. Dana and Sam started whooping hysterically, augmented by my obvious embarrassment. Even Janet couldn't help herself, although I could tell she was trying to keep some of it in.
This was bad. Real bad. Total embarrassment, even though Janet was aware beforehand. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
After a minute of so of taunting from the monsters, the laughter finally subsided. My sisters could be merciless. I was finally able to get them diverted back to the game when Dana quipped,
"I don't think that's fair! Why does the girl always get it like that?"
Silence for a second.
"Well, sometimes the boys get it," Janet answered, looking first at Dana and Sam and then at me.
"Uh oh!" I thought. The girls had picked up on Janet's double meaning and started to gaze guilefully over in my direction. I looked at Janet. She had this big smile on her face like a kid who was just told that the candy store forgot to lock its doors that night.
"Double uh oh!" I thought. I started backing away from the game but it was too late. All three of them pounced on me at once. I never had much of a chance against just the two of my sisters, much less this new ally.
After a short wrestling bout, they pinned me down on my stomach with Sam planting herself on my back holding my arms behind me.
"This isn't fair!" I managed to yell before Janet clamped her hand over my mouth.
"No talking!"
Dana, who was now the self-appointed commander as she was the only one not holding me down at the time, made the executive decision. "I'll get some rope and stuff."
"Stuff?" I thought knowing full well what she meant.
Dana scampered off in the direction of their room while the other two tried to strengthen their grip. Meanwhile, I was being crushed underneath, but unable to bring that to anyone's attention.
In a mercifully short time, Dana was back, carrying the usual monster tools of rope and a bunch of dad's handkerchiefs. I'm told that handkerchiefs don't normally make the best gags which might be true except for two things: One, my dad had these really big handkerchiefs and; Two, whoever said that has never met my sisters. They could cinch a handkerchief so tight that it felt like your eyeballs would pop out. I always wondered what it was like when dad was at work and pulled out a handkerchief for some reason. I wondered if the other office workers would look at him and wonder why his handkerchiefs were so stretched out.
Another thing that struck me as they were tying my wrists was "Why was the rope in my little sisters' room instead of the garage?"
Meanwhile, back in reality, the three of them had managed to tighten a rope around my wrists and another around my ankles. Janet just kept her hand over my mouth and let the monsters do the dirty work.
"Boy, she has soft hands." I thought oblivious to what was happening to the rest of my body.
"Here you go Janet." Dana said as she threw the handkerchiefs over.
"I'm going to let you two do the honors," Janet exclaimed as they rolled me over and sat me up.
Disappointed? You bet. I dreamed of being tied up by Janet, sans the monsters of course.
"I want to watch and see how you two do this," she continued as Sam took her place, clamping her hand over my mouth. Janet backed up a foot or so and pulled her legs up to her body in a balled position. I can still see her smiling at me, her arms around her legs and those tight black boots as she pulled her legs up to her chest. She had this big mischievous smile across her face.
"Earth to JD, Earth to JD, come in please!" Dana had grabbed the handkerchiefs and stuffed one in my mouth. They never asked you to open up. They always figured if you stuff hard enough, it will go in eventually. Sam was folding another, and with Dana's help, tied it ever so tightly over my mouth. I didn't even bother to say anything. Who was I going to say it to?
One rope to go - the long one. I mentioned in a previous story on Bob's page how Janet was so squeezed by this rope in an earlier episode. Let me tell you why. My little sisters thought the proper way to apply this rope was for one to hold it to keep it from slipping and the other to swing around, almost as if it was attached to a pole. I gathered all my breath into my lungs to make for additional room once I exhaled. Dana always seemed to enjoy the swinging part. One, two, three loops. Oh, they weren't done yet. Four, five, ... , I think it was twenty or twenty-five when they ran out of rope. Exhale. "Well that gained me a centimeter or two," I thought.
Janet seemed to be enjoying this from that ever-growing smile on her face. I was enamored with the idea to kidnap me, which seemed to have emanated from her direction. Sam had folded another handkerchief and was about to blindfold me with it when Janet said, "Wait! Let's let him see this time."
"This time? Is this the first course?" I pondered as I watched my temptress stand up and pull up her boots.
"Let's put him over here on the sofa," she continued.
I couldn't move, much less stand up. The little monsters had made certain of that. Ankles, knees, wrists, torso - they hadn't forgotten a thing. The three of them dragged me up to the sofa and propped me up against some pillows.
"I'll watch him," Janet queried plopping herself next to me.
"What's on TV?"
Dana and Sam's attention was immediately drawn away from me to the television. I don't think those two were ever into tying me up for anything but the sheer joy of making their brother suffer.
Janet crossed her legs, I think so I could see her boots, and just started watching with them. Whatever show they were watching was already in progress so they watched the rest of it - another 40 minutes or so I think. I didn't watch. I was too busy go through this all in my head. I kept trying to block my sisters out of my view. They were the "lump in my gravy" so to speak. Every once in a while I would look over at Janet only to see her grin when she caught me out of the corner of her eye. I never bothered to struggle, except to remind myself how helpless I was. Nor did I cry out, as that would be useless as well. I just sat there.
Forty minutes seemed to pass quickly, although my arms were starting to go numb.
"Girls, you want to untie your brother?" Janet asked knowing when enough was enough.
"Ahhhh! Do we have to?" they whined almost as if parroting each other.
"C'mon. I'm sure he had better things to do than sit here like this."
"I do?" I thought. "Where?"
Janet let them do the untying, which would also have been more interesting if she had participated. And that was that. No discussion. No joking. We just went back to playing another board (or was that "bored") game.
Hope you enjoy the story. Someone has asked me why I know so many details. I'll let you in on a little secret - I kept a diary. Of course I don't remember every last detail, so I did take the very small liberty of filling in minor dialogue as best I can recall. I did get an e-mail account at Hotmail if I can fill in any other details that I may have missed but you were interested in. However, please keep the questions and comments no worse than PG rated - I'm a sensitive guy (don't read that "gay").
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JD's stories
- 01 - My Final Shade of Red (ff/f)
- 02 - Janet’s Revenge (mf/ff, ff/mf)
- 03 - Sometimes the Boys Get It (f+/m)
- 04 - JD's Revenge (m/ff)