Kid brothet : Spying on Sister (ff/m)
Posted: Mon May 27, 2019 3:22 am
Spying on Sister
Kid brothet
Mon Oct 26 21:19:30 1998
This is the first time I've posted and all names are fictitious.
I've always enjoyed bondage having seen it on TV almost all the time growing up. To me being tied up was always the most exciting thing in the world, especially if there were girls involved. I had never been tied up until that one summer night when I was 11 and my sister Emily(13) had her friend Bridget(12), who I had a crush on, over for a sleepover. Our parents had broken up and mom had to work so we were pretty much on our own that night. Emily was the "responsible" one and I was the "bratty kid brother". That one night I was being brattier than usual.
I think it was Bridget being there. She was pretty. Long black hair bright green eyes. I was too shy to approach her and Emily's patronizing treatment of me didn't help. Especially when she made me get my Pajamas on and go to bed at 9:00.
"Mom wants you in bed and she left me in charge so do as I say." Usually I wouldn't have minded so much but with Bridget there it was downright humiliating. It would get worse, thanks to me.
After about a half hour of fuming and listening to my sister and her friend giggling in the next room, I decided to sneak over to the door and see what they were up to. I knew it wouldn't be anything too interesting but I had to do something. I guess I was asking for trouble that night.
I thought I was being real sneaky when I peeked in through the half open door and watched the two sitting on Emily's bed gossiping and giggling. Emily was in her pink cotton sleeveless night gown and Bridgett was in sky blue pajamas with a pullover shortsleeved top. I was entrtanced by her so I did not see Emily get up and go into her bathroom. This was a mistake as the other door let into the hallway where I crouched. I didn't even know she was behind me until she grabbed me by the shoulder.
"And what are you doing out of bed Little Brother?"
I could barely stammer a reply when Bridget walked out curious as to what the noise was.
"I caught my creepy little brother snooping around out here." said Emily angrily. "You're going to get it when Mom gets home."
"Yeah", Bridget joined in. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" This was even more humiliating, being scolded by the girl of my dreams, but it was also strangely exciting. It wasn't nearly as exciting as what came next.
"You know what I think, Emily." said Bridget with a sinister smile. "I think this little snooper needs to be taught a little lesson."
Emily, still mad, was curious.
"What kind of lesson?"
"Well, since he's so curious about what we're doing in here I think we should keep him here for a while." I felt my heart beating a mile a minute and was scared and excited at once.
"W-what do you mean?" I said nervously. It was as if I could almost anticipate Bridget's next words.
"Emily. do you have any rope?"
"I think so." my sister answered gently ushering me into her room. "In the closet over there. I used to use it to jump rope."
Bridget turned and rummaged around the bottom of the closet while Emily steered me over to a chair at the corner of the room.
"I'm going to keep you in here until mom gets home and then she'll see what a brat you've been."
I choked on what I was going to say next because I saw that Bridget had found the rope. It was about 50 feet long, white and cotton. I remember emily had it tied to tree and used it to jump rope with her friends.
"This should hold him quite nicely." she said.
I couldn't or wouldn't resist too much at this point. I felt a mixture of dread and excitement as Bridget unwould the rope and ordered me to put my hands behind the chair.
Taking the rope, Bridget proceeded to secure my hands behind me, with surprising tightness for a girl I might add, while my sister expalined the terms of my captivity. I was to stay tied up in her room until mom got home. Until that time, they could do whatever they wanted to me. Bridget continued to tie me, my arms to my sides holding me to the chair and around my legs and feet. All the time she was tickling me lightly and giggling.
"Of course you will be gagged" said Emily as she pulled a scarf and a handkerchief from her drawer. "We'll take off your gag every fifteen minutes to give you a drink of water, not too much of course, since you won't be able to go to the bathroom. But when we do, you are not to make a peep."
"Yeah" giggle Bridget, "and not only that, but you have to kiss us both, on the mouth."
I must have blushed quite visibly at that, as kissing Bridget would have been a dream come true, as they both burst out laughing. This made me blush even further and I felt a sense of helpless excitement and humiliation as my sister gagged me.
The whole evening was a blur. I watched helplessly as they continued their giggly girl talk interspersed with teaseing and tickling. I think Bridget noticed me watching her especially as she always made it a point to give me the water so that I would kiss her. She would not have needed rope to make me kiss her but somehow her kisses were even sweeter when she gave them to me as a captive. I had to kiss my sister too but I would be too enthralled by Bridget to really notice. I found myself glad that Bridget tied me up and wished that I wasnt' forbidden to speak as I felt that I could tell her anything. I was her slave.
Anyway mom came home and found me bound and gagged in my sister's room. She wasn't too happy and gave both the girls a stern talking to. Emily had to promise never to do it again and sadly, she kept that promise. We moved away shortly after that as mom couldn't afford to keep the house and wanted to move near her family. We never saw Bridget again and I think Emily was kind of ashamed of what happened that night and didn't keep in touch. I have thought of Bridget often though and, although I've been tied up, and tied others up, many times since then, I can never forget the special evening I spent as her captive.
Kid brothet
Kid brothet
Mon Oct 26 21:19:30 1998
This is the first time I've posted and all names are fictitious.
I've always enjoyed bondage having seen it on TV almost all the time growing up. To me being tied up was always the most exciting thing in the world, especially if there were girls involved. I had never been tied up until that one summer night when I was 11 and my sister Emily(13) had her friend Bridget(12), who I had a crush on, over for a sleepover. Our parents had broken up and mom had to work so we were pretty much on our own that night. Emily was the "responsible" one and I was the "bratty kid brother". That one night I was being brattier than usual.
I think it was Bridget being there. She was pretty. Long black hair bright green eyes. I was too shy to approach her and Emily's patronizing treatment of me didn't help. Especially when she made me get my Pajamas on and go to bed at 9:00.
"Mom wants you in bed and she left me in charge so do as I say." Usually I wouldn't have minded so much but with Bridget there it was downright humiliating. It would get worse, thanks to me.
After about a half hour of fuming and listening to my sister and her friend giggling in the next room, I decided to sneak over to the door and see what they were up to. I knew it wouldn't be anything too interesting but I had to do something. I guess I was asking for trouble that night.
I thought I was being real sneaky when I peeked in through the half open door and watched the two sitting on Emily's bed gossiping and giggling. Emily was in her pink cotton sleeveless night gown and Bridgett was in sky blue pajamas with a pullover shortsleeved top. I was entrtanced by her so I did not see Emily get up and go into her bathroom. This was a mistake as the other door let into the hallway where I crouched. I didn't even know she was behind me until she grabbed me by the shoulder.
"And what are you doing out of bed Little Brother?"
I could barely stammer a reply when Bridget walked out curious as to what the noise was.
"I caught my creepy little brother snooping around out here." said Emily angrily. "You're going to get it when Mom gets home."
"Yeah", Bridget joined in. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" This was even more humiliating, being scolded by the girl of my dreams, but it was also strangely exciting. It wasn't nearly as exciting as what came next.
"You know what I think, Emily." said Bridget with a sinister smile. "I think this little snooper needs to be taught a little lesson."
Emily, still mad, was curious.
"What kind of lesson?"
"Well, since he's so curious about what we're doing in here I think we should keep him here for a while." I felt my heart beating a mile a minute and was scared and excited at once.
"W-what do you mean?" I said nervously. It was as if I could almost anticipate Bridget's next words.
"Emily. do you have any rope?"
"I think so." my sister answered gently ushering me into her room. "In the closet over there. I used to use it to jump rope."
Bridget turned and rummaged around the bottom of the closet while Emily steered me over to a chair at the corner of the room.
"I'm going to keep you in here until mom gets home and then she'll see what a brat you've been."
I choked on what I was going to say next because I saw that Bridget had found the rope. It was about 50 feet long, white and cotton. I remember emily had it tied to tree and used it to jump rope with her friends.
"This should hold him quite nicely." she said.
I couldn't or wouldn't resist too much at this point. I felt a mixture of dread and excitement as Bridget unwould the rope and ordered me to put my hands behind the chair.
Taking the rope, Bridget proceeded to secure my hands behind me, with surprising tightness for a girl I might add, while my sister expalined the terms of my captivity. I was to stay tied up in her room until mom got home. Until that time, they could do whatever they wanted to me. Bridget continued to tie me, my arms to my sides holding me to the chair and around my legs and feet. All the time she was tickling me lightly and giggling.
"Of course you will be gagged" said Emily as she pulled a scarf and a handkerchief from her drawer. "We'll take off your gag every fifteen minutes to give you a drink of water, not too much of course, since you won't be able to go to the bathroom. But when we do, you are not to make a peep."
"Yeah" giggle Bridget, "and not only that, but you have to kiss us both, on the mouth."
I must have blushed quite visibly at that, as kissing Bridget would have been a dream come true, as they both burst out laughing. This made me blush even further and I felt a sense of helpless excitement and humiliation as my sister gagged me.
The whole evening was a blur. I watched helplessly as they continued their giggly girl talk interspersed with teaseing and tickling. I think Bridget noticed me watching her especially as she always made it a point to give me the water so that I would kiss her. She would not have needed rope to make me kiss her but somehow her kisses were even sweeter when she gave them to me as a captive. I had to kiss my sister too but I would be too enthralled by Bridget to really notice. I found myself glad that Bridget tied me up and wished that I wasnt' forbidden to speak as I felt that I could tell her anything. I was her slave.
Anyway mom came home and found me bound and gagged in my sister's room. She wasn't too happy and gave both the girls a stern talking to. Emily had to promise never to do it again and sadly, she kept that promise. We moved away shortly after that as mom couldn't afford to keep the house and wanted to move near her family. We never saw Bridget again and I think Emily was kind of ashamed of what happened that night and didn't keep in touch. I have thought of Bridget often though and, although I've been tied up, and tied others up, many times since then, I can never forget the special evening I spent as her captive.
Kid brothet