Justine Moisan : 01 - My brat sister (fm/f)
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01 - My brat sister
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By Justine Moisan
Thursday, December 30th 2004 - 04:39:20 PM
My brat sister
Well, you want a tie-up story, here is one. My little sister has always been a brat. From as long as I can remember, I think we always fought, for all kinds of things. I do love her, but sometimes she really gets on my nerves. And she would always do stuff just to make me mad, and when I get mad and that I want to beat her up, she would yell and make so much noise, alerting my parents, so she would get away with it.
One day my parents went out and I had to babysit her, in a way. She was like 14 and I was 17, so she didn't really need me, she could have taken care of herself, but the fact that we were not alone in the house had my parents to go out more. So one of these evening, I had planned to have my boyfriend over, and I eagerly wanted to make out. I knew she would be a pest but I had hoped she would give us a break.
But it was not to happen. Like I said, she would always do stuff just to make me mad. She would go to my room and take my things, like my CDs or play with my computer, or even worse, sneak on my journal. She was also mean to me and would laugh at any boyfriend she would hear about. And this boyfriend made no exception.
So that night, my parent left, and soon after my boyfriend was over. I wanted to use all the time I could have with him, so we got to my room and started to make out. One thing about me, I am kind of loud with guys. I don't know, I like to let them know I like to be with them. Also I think I just "let go" of all the stress and I just go with the flow, so I sigh loud and I say "Mmmm" kissing, and everytime he touches me I breath very hard. You know, the stuff we all do. Anyway, my boyfriend and I were going at it and it was getting great.
It was already kind of late, I would say around 9:30, and my sister was in her room, just beside mine, and she was getting ready to bed. She knew we were in my room, and being a brat like she can be, she was shouting at us and telling us to keep quiet. I tried to be as quiet as I could, and I swear that she couldn't hear a thing, but she was just trying to disturb us, as much as she could. She would shout at us from time to time, she would knock on the wall between our two rooms, she would even come, banging her feet on the floor, and stand just outside my room, and shout at us again.
I knew she would be a complete brat and I tried to ignore her as much as I could. But the last straw came when she rushed right into my room, without any warnings, as my boyfriend had his hand under my top. And then she would just say, laughing: "I told you to keep it quiet!!" And she would run back out, slamming the door, and laughing.
Needless to say that cut our inspiration. But I had it. She was not getting away with that. So I got off the bed and started to look for stuff; I wanted to tie her up and gag her. I was so mad, livid, and I frantically went through my stuff to find what I needed. The first thing I grabbed was my bathrobe, and I got the belt from it. It is like a long bandana. I also got a pair of socks rolled in a ball, a couple of leather belts and a few pair of nylon socks. My boyfriend asked what I could possibly wanted to do with that, and I told him straight what was my plan. He said: "What? Are you serious?" I was dead serious, and I told him he had to help me. That brat is tough when she wants, so I needed him to help me hold her.
It was not the first time I'd tie her up, sometimes it was just for play, sometimes it was for fun, but this time was for real. So I grabbed my stuff and told my boyfriend to follow me. I went straight to her room, opened the light, I ran in and she was there, laughing her head off, trying to hide under her sheets. So I grabbed the sheets and tried to remove them from the bed. But she was holding on to them and was yelling like I was to kill her. I wished I was, but that's not the point. We fought a little over the sheets, and then I jumped on her. I sat on her as she was still trying to hide under what was left of the sheets. I grabbed her first arm firmly and twisted it, so I could pin it on her back. She would yell like hell but I was so determined, I wouldn't let go. Then I tried to grab her second arm, but she would hide it underneath her body. So I twisted even harder the arm that I had, which made her yell even more. And then I shouted to my boyfriend to come and help me.
He just stood on the doorstep, with his eyes so wide open, and it was like he couldn't move. But then I could reach and grab her second arm, and with all my will I succeeded to twist it like the first one and bring the two together. During the fight I had lost all the stuff that I had in my hands, and I yelled at my boyfriend to bring me something, anything, to tie her up. So as I was holding her, she was laughing and giggling and my boyfriend finally got a nylon sock, so I could start to tie her hands together. She was trying hard to get herself free, but I finally held on and got her hands tied.
As she felt I has overpowering her with her hands, she started to kick with her feet and tried to smash my back with then. I yelled again to my boyfriend to help me and to hold her legs, so he carefully grabbed her calves and held them down, the time I finished her hands. I was confident that the nylon socks will hold, and I knotted them as tight as I could. Then I quickly grabbed a leather belt, I made a few turns around her ankles and buckled it as tight as I could. The way I saw it, she was not going to get free.
My sister was yelling at us and was making all kind of threat, like: "You bitch!! I will so tell mom and you'll be grounded for the rest of your life!!! You too slug! (talking of my boyfriend) My parents will sue you and you'll be so sorry!!" But I was so livid I was not seeing things very clearly. I just wanted to give her a run for her money, and I kept on my pace. Once her ankles were secured, I looked for the roll of socks I had brought, but couldn't find it. So I went to her drawer and found one. Then I turned to her, and I showed it to her with a smile. She knew what it was for. And then she tried even harder to get free and she yelled even more. So I jumped on her again and tried to force the socks inside her mouth. Of course she would seal her lips and I couldn't push it through. I told my boyfriend again to come and help me, so he sort of grabbed her head and held it as much as he could, while I was pushing the socks through her mouth. Well, I was trying but that little shit made it so hard. We pinched her nose, we tried many ways, and finally we succeeded. But that little brat tried to bite me and I had to be careful pushing the socks inside her mouth. She tried to push it back with her tongue, but I held it carefully in place, placing my hand over her mouth in a way she couldn't bite my fingers, and I reached for something to hold it in place.
I grabbed a nylon sock, and I went around her head several times, making sure it was placed carefully over her mouth, until I had only enough length to knot it in place. So I made a few solid knots and she was gagged, finally. She would keep swirling and muffing through her gag, but nothing was stopping me. She would even pretend to choke on her gag, but I've seen it all before. Then I found the belt of my bathrobe. I used it to tie her ankles to her wrists, as close as I could, and I used all of it going around her ankles and wrists again, and making sure it was very well knotted.
She seemed so mad, and she was wriggling and swirling like hell, but it seemed that my bondage was good enough. She was really going at it and my boyfriend and I stood there for a little while, just to watch her and make sure she wouldn't get free. After a while I was ready to get out and mind my own business, but my boyfriend seemed uncomfortable with the situation.
- We can't just leave her like that?
- Oh yes we can, get out!
We were on our way out and I turned around, just to make sure she was not getting free. And she was so trying hard, she was really mad. Then my boyfriend said, to my surprise:
- Maybe we should tie her some more, and then she wouldn't even think of fighting it.
I thought to myself: "Naah, that's not her style". I knew she would keep fighting no matter what. But it gave me an idea. I still had a couple of nylon socks. So I took one an tied her elbows together, which made her even madder. And since my boyfriend was holding the other one, I told him to tie up her thighs, which he did, very carefully though, as I was holding my little sister in place.
Then I took my boyfriend by the arm and proceeded to the door. I closed the light and we went back to my room. Since my boyfriend worried about my sister, we left both the doors open, so we could hear if anything happened.
We tried to get back to business, but it was nothing like before. It was like the magic disappeared. We still made out, but not with the same passion as before. It was like she had taken all our energy. We could hear her going: "Mmmhhh! Mmmgngngn!" She was still trying, but less and less as minutes passed. In a way, it was quite satisfying to finally have a moment of peace, thinking she was just in the other room, all tied up and gagged. She so had it coming, that little piggy.
So I guess even though we didn't have the same energy, I think it was more fun to do some forbidden stuff, knowing she was there and listening to us. After about half an hour of making out, we were taking a break. My boyfriend looked at me and said: "I can't believe you'd tie her up".
- Well, she deserved it, didn't she?
- Bof, I guess, but to that extreme?
- Oh don't worry, you have no idea what she can take.
He had no idea I had tied her up many times before, for fun and games, so we were sort of used to it. Although, it has been a very long time since I had done that.
- But will you get in trouble for that?
- I don't know...
I really didn't know, and I stayed laid on the bed, thinking what will happen with my parents afterward. At first I didn't want to think about it, I just wanted to have a good time with my boyfriend. At one point I got off the bed and told my boyfriend I was going to check on my sister. So I went to her room and he followed me from a distance. She was still there, of course, and as I appeared at the door she glanced at me. I could see in the dark that she was still mad, but surprisingly calm. Then she moved a bit, just to get another position, and I could see she was still securely tied. She just didn't wriggle any more, she apparently had given up trying to free herself.
I slowly got closer, she was watching me. As I got close enough, I could see that the nylon sock at her elbow slid down to her arms. So I wanted to put it back in place but my sister started to wriggle again and moan loudly, she really was mad. Well, I did it anyway, and I even took yet another sock of her own to tie the other one in place, and make sure it wouldn't slide again. She was welling at me like hell.
But doing that, it gave me an idea. I finished my tying, and then I went out of the room, telling my boyfriend to follow me. We ran downstairs and went to my father's office. I found the digital camera, and it was a real benediction that I knew how to use it. I had read the instruction book first when we got it and even taught my father how to use it. So I told my boyfriend that we had to take pictures of her, and we had to make sure they were good. We had to see clearly that it was her on the picture and he had to help me. He was not up for it but I convinced him. If that brat was to tell my parents, we both would be as good as dead. But with the pictures, if she tells anything, I swear I post the pictures all over the internet and I make sure all her friends get some. Maybe it was not the best publicity for us, meaning me and my boyfriend, but she wore only minimal clothing, which could make her quite uncomfortable. So I needed him to hold her while I was taking the pictures. After a lot of convincing, I got him to do exactly what we planned.
So I sneaked back upstairs, without making any noise, and having made sure I had the camera all ready, with the flash and everything. Like I thought, she was still fighting and moaning, she was not aware we were coming back. Very slowly I had a look at what she was doing, and she was not looking in my direction. SO I prepared the camera, waited for her to show me her face, and then "Click!" That was it!
She was so mad and yelling through her gag, and she tried to hide her face, but I told my boyfriend to get in action. As my boyfriend tried to turn her body to face me, I was taking pictures after pictures, I didn't mind showing her bound hand. Those pictures from the back would prove that she was all tied up, and we could see her big ass!! So my boyfriend fought her for a while, and we finally got her good, a full front view. Then we removed her gag to show it was really her. She was wearing boxers and a little top. So I told my boyfriend to hold the camera while I would push her top up to see her bare breasts. She was yelling and fighting like hell, but we got her anyway.
We took quite a few pictures, and I was so glad I could have gone on and on, just to make her even madder. But all has to come to an end. And we had to let her go sometimes. But before we let her go, I wanted to make sure I had the picture well secured in the computer. So my boyfriend and I went to my room, we downloaded the pictures on my hard disk, and they were all superb!! She looked so damn mad. We could see her, all her body, all her bare breast, and it was so delightful. I was so glad. I sent them to myself to make sure they were on e-mail, where I can retrieve them anytime. We could hear my sister shouting her head off from her room and telling me she will kill me, but we had the pictures secured, and it was our insurance policy.
After that, we did the high-five and went back to her room. Then I told her that if she ever tells my parents, if she just open her big mouth once, those pictures will be so all over the place and she will die in shame. She called me all sorts of manes, but I knew I had her. I knew she would keep quiet about that, and I was right. As mad as she could have been, she knew she asked for it, and she got it. From then on, I didn't have much trouble with her when I invited my boyfriends over.
Justine Moisan
jmoisan80@hotmail.com
Canada
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Justine Moisan's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - My brat sister
Story index at the bottom
By Justine Moisan
Thursday, December 30th 2004 - 04:39:20 PM
My brat sister
Well, you want a tie-up story, here is one. My little sister has always been a brat. From as long as I can remember, I think we always fought, for all kinds of things. I do love her, but sometimes she really gets on my nerves. And she would always do stuff just to make me mad, and when I get mad and that I want to beat her up, she would yell and make so much noise, alerting my parents, so she would get away with it.
One day my parents went out and I had to babysit her, in a way. She was like 14 and I was 17, so she didn't really need me, she could have taken care of herself, but the fact that we were not alone in the house had my parents to go out more. So one of these evening, I had planned to have my boyfriend over, and I eagerly wanted to make out. I knew she would be a pest but I had hoped she would give us a break.
But it was not to happen. Like I said, she would always do stuff just to make me mad. She would go to my room and take my things, like my CDs or play with my computer, or even worse, sneak on my journal. She was also mean to me and would laugh at any boyfriend she would hear about. And this boyfriend made no exception.
So that night, my parent left, and soon after my boyfriend was over. I wanted to use all the time I could have with him, so we got to my room and started to make out. One thing about me, I am kind of loud with guys. I don't know, I like to let them know I like to be with them. Also I think I just "let go" of all the stress and I just go with the flow, so I sigh loud and I say "Mmmm" kissing, and everytime he touches me I breath very hard. You know, the stuff we all do. Anyway, my boyfriend and I were going at it and it was getting great.
It was already kind of late, I would say around 9:30, and my sister was in her room, just beside mine, and she was getting ready to bed. She knew we were in my room, and being a brat like she can be, she was shouting at us and telling us to keep quiet. I tried to be as quiet as I could, and I swear that she couldn't hear a thing, but she was just trying to disturb us, as much as she could. She would shout at us from time to time, she would knock on the wall between our two rooms, she would even come, banging her feet on the floor, and stand just outside my room, and shout at us again.
I knew she would be a complete brat and I tried to ignore her as much as I could. But the last straw came when she rushed right into my room, without any warnings, as my boyfriend had his hand under my top. And then she would just say, laughing: "I told you to keep it quiet!!" And she would run back out, slamming the door, and laughing.
Needless to say that cut our inspiration. But I had it. She was not getting away with that. So I got off the bed and started to look for stuff; I wanted to tie her up and gag her. I was so mad, livid, and I frantically went through my stuff to find what I needed. The first thing I grabbed was my bathrobe, and I got the belt from it. It is like a long bandana. I also got a pair of socks rolled in a ball, a couple of leather belts and a few pair of nylon socks. My boyfriend asked what I could possibly wanted to do with that, and I told him straight what was my plan. He said: "What? Are you serious?" I was dead serious, and I told him he had to help me. That brat is tough when she wants, so I needed him to help me hold her.
It was not the first time I'd tie her up, sometimes it was just for play, sometimes it was for fun, but this time was for real. So I grabbed my stuff and told my boyfriend to follow me. I went straight to her room, opened the light, I ran in and she was there, laughing her head off, trying to hide under her sheets. So I grabbed the sheets and tried to remove them from the bed. But she was holding on to them and was yelling like I was to kill her. I wished I was, but that's not the point. We fought a little over the sheets, and then I jumped on her. I sat on her as she was still trying to hide under what was left of the sheets. I grabbed her first arm firmly and twisted it, so I could pin it on her back. She would yell like hell but I was so determined, I wouldn't let go. Then I tried to grab her second arm, but she would hide it underneath her body. So I twisted even harder the arm that I had, which made her yell even more. And then I shouted to my boyfriend to come and help me.
He just stood on the doorstep, with his eyes so wide open, and it was like he couldn't move. But then I could reach and grab her second arm, and with all my will I succeeded to twist it like the first one and bring the two together. During the fight I had lost all the stuff that I had in my hands, and I yelled at my boyfriend to bring me something, anything, to tie her up. So as I was holding her, she was laughing and giggling and my boyfriend finally got a nylon sock, so I could start to tie her hands together. She was trying hard to get herself free, but I finally held on and got her hands tied.
As she felt I has overpowering her with her hands, she started to kick with her feet and tried to smash my back with then. I yelled again to my boyfriend to help me and to hold her legs, so he carefully grabbed her calves and held them down, the time I finished her hands. I was confident that the nylon socks will hold, and I knotted them as tight as I could. Then I quickly grabbed a leather belt, I made a few turns around her ankles and buckled it as tight as I could. The way I saw it, she was not going to get free.
My sister was yelling at us and was making all kind of threat, like: "You bitch!! I will so tell mom and you'll be grounded for the rest of your life!!! You too slug! (talking of my boyfriend) My parents will sue you and you'll be so sorry!!" But I was so livid I was not seeing things very clearly. I just wanted to give her a run for her money, and I kept on my pace. Once her ankles were secured, I looked for the roll of socks I had brought, but couldn't find it. So I went to her drawer and found one. Then I turned to her, and I showed it to her with a smile. She knew what it was for. And then she tried even harder to get free and she yelled even more. So I jumped on her again and tried to force the socks inside her mouth. Of course she would seal her lips and I couldn't push it through. I told my boyfriend again to come and help me, so he sort of grabbed her head and held it as much as he could, while I was pushing the socks through her mouth. Well, I was trying but that little shit made it so hard. We pinched her nose, we tried many ways, and finally we succeeded. But that little brat tried to bite me and I had to be careful pushing the socks inside her mouth. She tried to push it back with her tongue, but I held it carefully in place, placing my hand over her mouth in a way she couldn't bite my fingers, and I reached for something to hold it in place.
I grabbed a nylon sock, and I went around her head several times, making sure it was placed carefully over her mouth, until I had only enough length to knot it in place. So I made a few solid knots and she was gagged, finally. She would keep swirling and muffing through her gag, but nothing was stopping me. She would even pretend to choke on her gag, but I've seen it all before. Then I found the belt of my bathrobe. I used it to tie her ankles to her wrists, as close as I could, and I used all of it going around her ankles and wrists again, and making sure it was very well knotted.
She seemed so mad, and she was wriggling and swirling like hell, but it seemed that my bondage was good enough. She was really going at it and my boyfriend and I stood there for a little while, just to watch her and make sure she wouldn't get free. After a while I was ready to get out and mind my own business, but my boyfriend seemed uncomfortable with the situation.
- We can't just leave her like that?
- Oh yes we can, get out!
We were on our way out and I turned around, just to make sure she was not getting free. And she was so trying hard, she was really mad. Then my boyfriend said, to my surprise:
- Maybe we should tie her some more, and then she wouldn't even think of fighting it.
I thought to myself: "Naah, that's not her style". I knew she would keep fighting no matter what. But it gave me an idea. I still had a couple of nylon socks. So I took one an tied her elbows together, which made her even madder. And since my boyfriend was holding the other one, I told him to tie up her thighs, which he did, very carefully though, as I was holding my little sister in place.
Then I took my boyfriend by the arm and proceeded to the door. I closed the light and we went back to my room. Since my boyfriend worried about my sister, we left both the doors open, so we could hear if anything happened.
We tried to get back to business, but it was nothing like before. It was like the magic disappeared. We still made out, but not with the same passion as before. It was like she had taken all our energy. We could hear her going: "Mmmhhh! Mmmgngngn!" She was still trying, but less and less as minutes passed. In a way, it was quite satisfying to finally have a moment of peace, thinking she was just in the other room, all tied up and gagged. She so had it coming, that little piggy.
So I guess even though we didn't have the same energy, I think it was more fun to do some forbidden stuff, knowing she was there and listening to us. After about half an hour of making out, we were taking a break. My boyfriend looked at me and said: "I can't believe you'd tie her up".
- Well, she deserved it, didn't she?
- Bof, I guess, but to that extreme?
- Oh don't worry, you have no idea what she can take.
He had no idea I had tied her up many times before, for fun and games, so we were sort of used to it. Although, it has been a very long time since I had done that.
- But will you get in trouble for that?
- I don't know...
I really didn't know, and I stayed laid on the bed, thinking what will happen with my parents afterward. At first I didn't want to think about it, I just wanted to have a good time with my boyfriend. At one point I got off the bed and told my boyfriend I was going to check on my sister. So I went to her room and he followed me from a distance. She was still there, of course, and as I appeared at the door she glanced at me. I could see in the dark that she was still mad, but surprisingly calm. Then she moved a bit, just to get another position, and I could see she was still securely tied. She just didn't wriggle any more, she apparently had given up trying to free herself.
I slowly got closer, she was watching me. As I got close enough, I could see that the nylon sock at her elbow slid down to her arms. So I wanted to put it back in place but my sister started to wriggle again and moan loudly, she really was mad. Well, I did it anyway, and I even took yet another sock of her own to tie the other one in place, and make sure it wouldn't slide again. She was welling at me like hell.
But doing that, it gave me an idea. I finished my tying, and then I went out of the room, telling my boyfriend to follow me. We ran downstairs and went to my father's office. I found the digital camera, and it was a real benediction that I knew how to use it. I had read the instruction book first when we got it and even taught my father how to use it. So I told my boyfriend that we had to take pictures of her, and we had to make sure they were good. We had to see clearly that it was her on the picture and he had to help me. He was not up for it but I convinced him. If that brat was to tell my parents, we both would be as good as dead. But with the pictures, if she tells anything, I swear I post the pictures all over the internet and I make sure all her friends get some. Maybe it was not the best publicity for us, meaning me and my boyfriend, but she wore only minimal clothing, which could make her quite uncomfortable. So I needed him to hold her while I was taking the pictures. After a lot of convincing, I got him to do exactly what we planned.
So I sneaked back upstairs, without making any noise, and having made sure I had the camera all ready, with the flash and everything. Like I thought, she was still fighting and moaning, she was not aware we were coming back. Very slowly I had a look at what she was doing, and she was not looking in my direction. SO I prepared the camera, waited for her to show me her face, and then "Click!" That was it!
She was so mad and yelling through her gag, and she tried to hide her face, but I told my boyfriend to get in action. As my boyfriend tried to turn her body to face me, I was taking pictures after pictures, I didn't mind showing her bound hand. Those pictures from the back would prove that she was all tied up, and we could see her big ass!! So my boyfriend fought her for a while, and we finally got her good, a full front view. Then we removed her gag to show it was really her. She was wearing boxers and a little top. So I told my boyfriend to hold the camera while I would push her top up to see her bare breasts. She was yelling and fighting like hell, but we got her anyway.
We took quite a few pictures, and I was so glad I could have gone on and on, just to make her even madder. But all has to come to an end. And we had to let her go sometimes. But before we let her go, I wanted to make sure I had the picture well secured in the computer. So my boyfriend and I went to my room, we downloaded the pictures on my hard disk, and they were all superb!! She looked so damn mad. We could see her, all her body, all her bare breast, and it was so delightful. I was so glad. I sent them to myself to make sure they were on e-mail, where I can retrieve them anytime. We could hear my sister shouting her head off from her room and telling me she will kill me, but we had the pictures secured, and it was our insurance policy.
After that, we did the high-five and went back to her room. Then I told her that if she ever tells my parents, if she just open her big mouth once, those pictures will be so all over the place and she will die in shame. She called me all sorts of manes, but I knew I had her. I knew she would keep quiet about that, and I was right. As mad as she could have been, she knew she asked for it, and she got it. From then on, I didn't have much trouble with her when I invited my boyfriends over.
Justine Moisan
jmoisan80@hotmail.com
Canada
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Justine Moisan's stories
- 01 - My brat sister (fm/f)
- 02 - One of our games (M/F)
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