JD : 04 - JD's Revenge (m/ff)
Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 1:09 am
JD's stories
04 - JD's Revenge
Story index at the bottom
By JD
Okay Gillian, you requested a story of when I exacted revenge on my sisters. Seek and you shall be rewarded. However, these scenarios were relatively scarce. My sisters hung out together a lot. Not being completely dense, I knew that I had to have two elements present in order to capture one of my sisters: One, there had to be only one of them present; and Two, I had to have the element of surprise. There wasn't enough of an age difference between us to successfully kidnap an unwilling sister without raising the dead from all of the ruckus (I think the dead had their ears to the walls in any case). I was also averse to bringing my friends into the mix. I always thought my friends would think I was a geek for wanting to do such dastardly deeds. Of course, little did I realize that my friends were probably too engrossed to help me anyway as they were busy tying up their little sisters. From the stories on these pages, it must have been an epidemic.
One of the few times I can remember came straight out of the blue. I had been long conditioned by the monsters (my sisters) to never expect to gain revenge following one of their attacks. I was like a rat in a psychology experiment. After getting shocked each time you reach for the food, you start going hungry. My older sister Sam (Samantha) and I were hanging out in the den one day following school. Mom had taken Dana to her soccer game and would be gone for a few hours. It was usually okay with Mom to let us stay alone during the day. I guess she figured that if the house caught on fire, the neighbors would be more likely to see it. To my mom, every danger always revolved around the house catching on fire. It probably didn't help things that I was a pyromaniac in the works. However, after I lit my wastebasket on fire, my derriere was so sore for the next week that I grew quickly out of that stage. Women must love hearing about all these little stages that boys go through when they grow up. Fortunately for parents, they don't all occur at the same time.
So Sam and I are watching the television in the den. Mom had left the wash out to be folded, so it was sitting in a basket on the floor near us. As Sam watched I got this idea...this awful idea...this wonderfully awful idea (sorry Dr. Seuss). So I acted on it and dumped the entire load of laundry on Sam's head. This immediately began a wrestling match in the midst of the laundry, which would have no doubt infuriated mom if she ever had found out. Meanwhile, I am gaining the upper hand as I usually would in a one-on-one situation. I finally manage to pin her down on her stomach. As I sat on her back, I was suddenly struck by another "Grinchy" idea. I pulled one of her arms behind her back. Finding a pillowcase that was lying around from in the laundry, I stuck her arm into the pillowcase. While she was still pinned, wondering what the heck I was doing, I pulled her other arm back and stuffed it into the pillowcase as well. I then pulled the pillowcase as far up her back as I could. Picture this if you can, Sam is lying down on her stomach with her arms effectively pinned behind her. As long as I keep the pillowcase pulled up, she was unable to free her arms. Of course, this only took one hand and little or no effort.
"JD, what are you doing?" Sam asked somewhat frantically.
"Can't get free, huh?"
"You brat!" she hissed at me in a little monster type of way.
Keeping the pillowcase pulled up, I lifted Sam to her feet and marched her into her room, grabbing a few stretched out hankies from the laundry pile.
"Okay, where is it?" I commanded.
"Where's what?"
"Where's the rope you two always seem to have in here?"
I think it was with that question that Sam realized what was coming. She really started to struggle, even throwing herself onto the bed in an effort to get away. I knew that I was past the point of no return. Little sisters don't feel compassion later when you claim to have let them go because they struggled. They only see the attempt, not the result. These two had tied me up for smaller reasons than this, so at least I was going to have some fun before I got a serving of the same dish.
"Let me go!" Sam insisted, as if I would suddenly change my mind. I always thought that was the most useless thing for a damsel to say to her captor. As if the scoundrel would suddenly see the point and say "Okay!"
Holding up the pillowcase with one hand, I fumbled around in a desk drawer for something that I could use. As it happened, the only thing that seemed useful was a roll of masking tape. I don't like tape. It hurts and it doesn't match my idea of a damsel in distress. You never saw Daphne on Scooby Doo all tied up with tape. But then again, Daphne didn't have a kid brother hanging around. It was a temporary fix.
I wrestled Sam down on her stomach again, wrapping the tape around the pillow case at her elbows and then around her torso a few times. I didn't want to use all the tape. Mothers don't look kindly on that type of exploitation of family resources for kidnap jobs.
The tape held. Sam sat there struggling wildly to get free while I did a hard point search of their belongings.
"Dana and me will get you for this!" she exclaimed defiantly.
"Just tell me where the rope is. Otherwise I'll have to go through all your belongings. I wonder if it could be in your diary."
Brothers always learn the weak points. Sam gave me a reluctant glare.
"It's in the closet," she grumbled.
"Where?" I asked realizing that searching their closet was a monumental chore.
"In the shoe box on the left."
I couldn't believe these two actually had a storage area for this stuff. I also couldn't believe that I had coaxed that much cooperation from Sam. Something grievous was in that diary.
I opened the shoebox. In side were all the goodies I would need, plus a healthy supply of Dad's handkerchiefs that I am sure he thought he had lost long ago.
Putting the tape away, and gathering the supplies, I tried to pull Sam off of the bed. She was not going to make this easy. Moving quickly as I was unsure of how long the tape would hold, I threw the supplies in my room and went back to get Sam. Dragging her down the hallway kicking, I was able to get her into my room and onto the bed.
Afraid of letting the cat out of the bag in a manner of speaking, I pulled the tape off and simply replaced it with rope. I was able to pull it sufficiently tight to not hurt her but keep her restrained. Working on the outside of the pillowcase, I was able to push her wrists together and tie another rope tightly around them. Gathering her still kicking legs, I wound a rope around her ankles, effectively immobilizing her. This was fun. Not the same kind of fun as when Janet was involved, but it was gratifying in a different sort of way.
"You are in big trouble now, JD! Your going to beg after we get through with you. That is if you can talk."
She was probably right, but I didn't care at the time. One thing was true, I had enough of her back talk. I don't know what it is about gagging your sister. Maybe it is because they tease you so much. Maybe because I just wanted to get her back for all the times the roles were reversed. Boy, all I know was I really wanted to gag Sam. I grabbed one of the handkerchiefs from the pile on the bed and wadded it up.
"JD, You are a mmmmppph."
I shoved the wadded up kerchief into her open mouth. Taking another handkerchief (prefolded I might add) from my sisters' stash, I pulled it over her mouth and tied it tightly behind her head. Sam just looked at me glaringly.
"I guess I better clean up the mess in the den before Mom comes back," I said as I got up and pushed her flat on the bed.
Checking to see her response, I walked down to the den and hastily threw the clothes back into the basket, trying to put things exactly as they were before. I was halfway down the hall to my bedroom when I hear this bloodcurdling scream.
"Heeeeeeeeelp!"
I instinctively ran to my room, worried that the house may be on fire. I could never explain that to my mom. I rounded the corner to find Sam, having worked her gag free, yelling at the top of her lungs.
"You little brat. You scared the living daylights out of me." I exclaimed, shaking off the jitters.
This had a profound effect on Sam.
"Heeeeeeeeeelp!"
I quickly grabbed another handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. I untied the handkerchief that she had loosened from over her mouth and replaced it even more tightly. She was quiet again, but for how long? Thinking quickly (for a thirteen-year-old this is a rare event), I folded another handkerchief in half and tied it over her mouth and nose. I wasn't sure of the effect, but I knew I had seen it done somewhere like that. It seemed to do the trick. Sam had no trouble breathing through the cloth, and the friction of two handkerchiefs kept the one over her mouth in place. She seemed a bit surprised by this. I guess the effectiveness was registering in her mind as it soon became a part of the little monsters' repertoire.
Meanwhile, I am sitting in my room with my tightly bound and gagged sister. There was at least another hour before my mom and Dana would be home. I wasn't about to release Sam now. I finally decided to leave a little surprise for Dana when she walked into her room. This was a safe play. During all of the back and forth escapades with my sisters, we always kept it from my parents ears. I knew I could leave Sam in her room for her sister to find without concern for punishment from my mom. I also knew that I was in for it from the monsters, but nothing was going to change that as of this point. I'd just stick around my parents all evening. They couldn't do a thing in the neutral zone. I could also have become a monk, but that is a lot to comprehend for an adolescent. What I hadn't reckoned on was the fact that our parents were going out for the evening the following day. Thirteen-year-old minds don't work that fast. Payback would come swiftly, but I was unaware of it at the time.
I dragged Sam back into her room and put her in their closet. This was viable until I closed the door and Sam proceeded to kick the walls. I could picture Mom and Dana walking in to this thumping sound.
"What's that?" Mom would say.
"Termites?" I'd offer.
Thinking again, I dragged her over between the girls' beds and just left her there on the floor. Sam struggled for a second, then gave me an angry look from over the white gag covering her face. I turned the radio up a little to cover her "mmmmppphhs", closed the door behind me, and went back to the den to watch television.
About an hour later, my mom and Dana came in. Dana was all excited about the game. I guess she had done pretty well. She asked where Sam was so I told her. I saw Dana disappear into their room and a few minutes later a sneering Sam walked out.
"You're going to get it!"
"Yeah, from me too." Dana had to add, copying her older sister as they walked into the kitchen.
Fortunately for me, the rope was over the pillowcase so Sam showed no rope lines on the wrists on elbows. There was the familiar gag line though, across her face just under her nose. I guess Mom didn't notice because it ended there. The monsters spent a lot of time in their room that evening. Planning my demise I am sure. One can't be to worried about those things, particularly if you don't consider them to be that bad. As I have said earlier, the wait and contemplation is sometimes more fun than the actual event.
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JD's stories
04 - JD's Revenge
Story index at the bottom
By JD
Okay Gillian, you requested a story of when I exacted revenge on my sisters. Seek and you shall be rewarded. However, these scenarios were relatively scarce. My sisters hung out together a lot. Not being completely dense, I knew that I had to have two elements present in order to capture one of my sisters: One, there had to be only one of them present; and Two, I had to have the element of surprise. There wasn't enough of an age difference between us to successfully kidnap an unwilling sister without raising the dead from all of the ruckus (I think the dead had their ears to the walls in any case). I was also averse to bringing my friends into the mix. I always thought my friends would think I was a geek for wanting to do such dastardly deeds. Of course, little did I realize that my friends were probably too engrossed to help me anyway as they were busy tying up their little sisters. From the stories on these pages, it must have been an epidemic.
One of the few times I can remember came straight out of the blue. I had been long conditioned by the monsters (my sisters) to never expect to gain revenge following one of their attacks. I was like a rat in a psychology experiment. After getting shocked each time you reach for the food, you start going hungry. My older sister Sam (Samantha) and I were hanging out in the den one day following school. Mom had taken Dana to her soccer game and would be gone for a few hours. It was usually okay with Mom to let us stay alone during the day. I guess she figured that if the house caught on fire, the neighbors would be more likely to see it. To my mom, every danger always revolved around the house catching on fire. It probably didn't help things that I was a pyromaniac in the works. However, after I lit my wastebasket on fire, my derriere was so sore for the next week that I grew quickly out of that stage. Women must love hearing about all these little stages that boys go through when they grow up. Fortunately for parents, they don't all occur at the same time.
So Sam and I are watching the television in the den. Mom had left the wash out to be folded, so it was sitting in a basket on the floor near us. As Sam watched I got this idea...this awful idea...this wonderfully awful idea (sorry Dr. Seuss). So I acted on it and dumped the entire load of laundry on Sam's head. This immediately began a wrestling match in the midst of the laundry, which would have no doubt infuriated mom if she ever had found out. Meanwhile, I am gaining the upper hand as I usually would in a one-on-one situation. I finally manage to pin her down on her stomach. As I sat on her back, I was suddenly struck by another "Grinchy" idea. I pulled one of her arms behind her back. Finding a pillowcase that was lying around from in the laundry, I stuck her arm into the pillowcase. While she was still pinned, wondering what the heck I was doing, I pulled her other arm back and stuffed it into the pillowcase as well. I then pulled the pillowcase as far up her back as I could. Picture this if you can, Sam is lying down on her stomach with her arms effectively pinned behind her. As long as I keep the pillowcase pulled up, she was unable to free her arms. Of course, this only took one hand and little or no effort.
"JD, what are you doing?" Sam asked somewhat frantically.
"Can't get free, huh?"
"You brat!" she hissed at me in a little monster type of way.
Keeping the pillowcase pulled up, I lifted Sam to her feet and marched her into her room, grabbing a few stretched out hankies from the laundry pile.
"Okay, where is it?" I commanded.
"Where's what?"
"Where's the rope you two always seem to have in here?"
I think it was with that question that Sam realized what was coming. She really started to struggle, even throwing herself onto the bed in an effort to get away. I knew that I was past the point of no return. Little sisters don't feel compassion later when you claim to have let them go because they struggled. They only see the attempt, not the result. These two had tied me up for smaller reasons than this, so at least I was going to have some fun before I got a serving of the same dish.
"Let me go!" Sam insisted, as if I would suddenly change my mind. I always thought that was the most useless thing for a damsel to say to her captor. As if the scoundrel would suddenly see the point and say "Okay!"
Holding up the pillowcase with one hand, I fumbled around in a desk drawer for something that I could use. As it happened, the only thing that seemed useful was a roll of masking tape. I don't like tape. It hurts and it doesn't match my idea of a damsel in distress. You never saw Daphne on Scooby Doo all tied up with tape. But then again, Daphne didn't have a kid brother hanging around. It was a temporary fix.
I wrestled Sam down on her stomach again, wrapping the tape around the pillow case at her elbows and then around her torso a few times. I didn't want to use all the tape. Mothers don't look kindly on that type of exploitation of family resources for kidnap jobs.
The tape held. Sam sat there struggling wildly to get free while I did a hard point search of their belongings.
"Dana and me will get you for this!" she exclaimed defiantly.
"Just tell me where the rope is. Otherwise I'll have to go through all your belongings. I wonder if it could be in your diary."
Brothers always learn the weak points. Sam gave me a reluctant glare.
"It's in the closet," she grumbled.
"Where?" I asked realizing that searching their closet was a monumental chore.
"In the shoe box on the left."
I couldn't believe these two actually had a storage area for this stuff. I also couldn't believe that I had coaxed that much cooperation from Sam. Something grievous was in that diary.
I opened the shoebox. In side were all the goodies I would need, plus a healthy supply of Dad's handkerchiefs that I am sure he thought he had lost long ago.
Putting the tape away, and gathering the supplies, I tried to pull Sam off of the bed. She was not going to make this easy. Moving quickly as I was unsure of how long the tape would hold, I threw the supplies in my room and went back to get Sam. Dragging her down the hallway kicking, I was able to get her into my room and onto the bed.
Afraid of letting the cat out of the bag in a manner of speaking, I pulled the tape off and simply replaced it with rope. I was able to pull it sufficiently tight to not hurt her but keep her restrained. Working on the outside of the pillowcase, I was able to push her wrists together and tie another rope tightly around them. Gathering her still kicking legs, I wound a rope around her ankles, effectively immobilizing her. This was fun. Not the same kind of fun as when Janet was involved, but it was gratifying in a different sort of way.
"You are in big trouble now, JD! Your going to beg after we get through with you. That is if you can talk."
She was probably right, but I didn't care at the time. One thing was true, I had enough of her back talk. I don't know what it is about gagging your sister. Maybe it is because they tease you so much. Maybe because I just wanted to get her back for all the times the roles were reversed. Boy, all I know was I really wanted to gag Sam. I grabbed one of the handkerchiefs from the pile on the bed and wadded it up.
"JD, You are a mmmmppph."
I shoved the wadded up kerchief into her open mouth. Taking another handkerchief (prefolded I might add) from my sisters' stash, I pulled it over her mouth and tied it tightly behind her head. Sam just looked at me glaringly.
"I guess I better clean up the mess in the den before Mom comes back," I said as I got up and pushed her flat on the bed.
Checking to see her response, I walked down to the den and hastily threw the clothes back into the basket, trying to put things exactly as they were before. I was halfway down the hall to my bedroom when I hear this bloodcurdling scream.
"Heeeeeeeeelp!"
I instinctively ran to my room, worried that the house may be on fire. I could never explain that to my mom. I rounded the corner to find Sam, having worked her gag free, yelling at the top of her lungs.
"You little brat. You scared the living daylights out of me." I exclaimed, shaking off the jitters.
This had a profound effect on Sam.
"Heeeeeeeeeelp!"
I quickly grabbed another handkerchief and stuffed it into her mouth. I untied the handkerchief that she had loosened from over her mouth and replaced it even more tightly. She was quiet again, but for how long? Thinking quickly (for a thirteen-year-old this is a rare event), I folded another handkerchief in half and tied it over her mouth and nose. I wasn't sure of the effect, but I knew I had seen it done somewhere like that. It seemed to do the trick. Sam had no trouble breathing through the cloth, and the friction of two handkerchiefs kept the one over her mouth in place. She seemed a bit surprised by this. I guess the effectiveness was registering in her mind as it soon became a part of the little monsters' repertoire.
Meanwhile, I am sitting in my room with my tightly bound and gagged sister. There was at least another hour before my mom and Dana would be home. I wasn't about to release Sam now. I finally decided to leave a little surprise for Dana when she walked into her room. This was a safe play. During all of the back and forth escapades with my sisters, we always kept it from my parents ears. I knew I could leave Sam in her room for her sister to find without concern for punishment from my mom. I also knew that I was in for it from the monsters, but nothing was going to change that as of this point. I'd just stick around my parents all evening. They couldn't do a thing in the neutral zone. I could also have become a monk, but that is a lot to comprehend for an adolescent. What I hadn't reckoned on was the fact that our parents were going out for the evening the following day. Thirteen-year-old minds don't work that fast. Payback would come swiftly, but I was unaware of it at the time.
I dragged Sam back into her room and put her in their closet. This was viable until I closed the door and Sam proceeded to kick the walls. I could picture Mom and Dana walking in to this thumping sound.
"What's that?" Mom would say.
"Termites?" I'd offer.
Thinking again, I dragged her over between the girls' beds and just left her there on the floor. Sam struggled for a second, then gave me an angry look from over the white gag covering her face. I turned the radio up a little to cover her "mmmmppphhs", closed the door behind me, and went back to the den to watch television.
About an hour later, my mom and Dana came in. Dana was all excited about the game. I guess she had done pretty well. She asked where Sam was so I told her. I saw Dana disappear into their room and a few minutes later a sneering Sam walked out.
"You're going to get it!"
"Yeah, from me too." Dana had to add, copying her older sister as they walked into the kitchen.
Fortunately for me, the rope was over the pillowcase so Sam showed no rope lines on the wrists on elbows. There was the familiar gag line though, across her face just under her nose. I guess Mom didn't notice because it ended there. The monsters spent a lot of time in their room that evening. Planning my demise I am sure. One can't be to worried about those things, particularly if you don't consider them to be that bad. As I have said earlier, the wait and contemplation is sometimes more fun than the actual event.
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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)