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MONDAY:
"Billy! Time to get up!"
I heard my mother's voice and moaned, rolling over. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was well after nine. Something was wrong with that, but I was still tired and aching from my bondage time of the day before so I dismissed it and tried to get out of bed.
I visited the bathroom and finally made my way to the kitchen. I saw Mom sitting at the table and thought that odd. Today was a workday as far as I remembered. Even odder was the fact that Christy was at the stove cooking breakfast. She smiled as I shambled into the room and sat down at the table, wishing me a 'good morning' as she placed a heaping plate of bacon, eggs and toast in front of me-
"Morning," I mumbled and Mom lowered her paper with a smile as she took a sip of coffee. I saw that she was not dressed for work in her usual suit or uniform but rather in a more casual dress. I asked her what was up-
"I'm sorry, Billy, but you were in bed when I came home," she started, taking a small nibble from her toast, "Your Aunt Louise called last night at work and said she was out with a bad back and needed me to come up to help out with the baby."
I knew my Aunt Louise had had a little girl not so long ago, but my Uncle Dick had died just after the baby was born. Jen was her third, and Christy and I had two other cousins- Rhoda who was a year older than me, and Lydia a year younger. Louise was Mom's sister-
"I've taken some vacation time and I'll be heading up to Lou's to help her out with the baby until she mends. I'll be gone a week at least-
"Christy will be in charge, and I've left some money for food and such-"
"Can't we go too?" I asked.
"Billy, you know how expensive it is to fly to Lou's, and it takes way too long to drive. You'll be fine, but you'll just have to manage. I'll be back in a week I'm sure."
"Yeah, Billy," Christy said as she sat at the table with her own steaming plate of food. "It'll be great. We'll have some fun while Mom's up north."
I felt Christy's foot scratching at my leg underneath the table. I glanced at her but she just smiled, digging into her breakfast-
"I've given Christy some money, just in case, but I doubt you'll need it. We have plenty of food on hand, and since you two are on summer break there shouldn't be any problem. I expect you to listen to Christy though, and both of you to split the chores while I'm gone. I don't want to come home to a mess, understand?" Christy and I both nodded that we did and Mom smiled-
"Good. My plane leaves at eleven-thirty, but I packed last night so no rush. You two will drop me off and then you're on your own. I have faith in you both to do the right thing. I want you to know. I trust you both-"
Christy scratched at my leg again and I saw her trying to suppress the giggles. I just nodded, feeling just a little weird. Christy and I had buried the hatchet last night as far as I could remember, but was I ready for a week with her in charge. I smiled at Mom and said that we would do our best…
***
Mom's plane got off on time and we got her to the airport with plenty of time to spare. Christy and I stayed to watch until the 727 was well on its way and almost out of sight before she suggested that we leave. She wanted to stop at the Mall before heading home. She wanted to do some shopping, groceries and other things that she thought we might need over the upcoming week. That was fine by me. I wanted to pass by the Comic Book store.
Christy let me drive to the Mall, which was just over a couple miles from the airport. That was great, though not totally legal I imagine. I had my Learner's Permit, but Christy was not eighteen yet. I'm not certain of the laws really, but it was great anyway and I quickly forgot all my worries as I tried to maneuver and park the car in the Mall's Parking Lot.
Christy and I split up; she going to shop and me heading to Cosmic Comics, maybe to Borders after that. We scheduled to meet up for lunch in a couple hours. At the Comic Book Store I picked up the latest issues and a couple back issues as well, spending most of my allowance for the week. I got an old issue of Action that I knew had a Supergirl story with some bondage as well as a Twilight Zone that had a bit of Shrinking in it- another big fetish of mine that I was pretty sure even Christy did not know about. I was happy when I finally met up with my sister in the Mall's Food Court-
"All done?" she asked and I said I was as I eyed the bags piled up and around the table. I saw bags from Macys and Food King as well as Ace Hardware. She had been busy. We ate, and I showed her the comics- the Action anyway, which she thumbed through smiling at the Sorority girl tied to a tree in the Supergirl story. We had a nice time, eventually leaving with me carrying most of the heavier bags and Christy driving the rest of the way home as traffic had gotten a bit heavy.
It was later that night that she finally approached me with her ideas for the week and things changed…
***
"I want to tie you up."
We were standing side by side at the kitchen sink, just finishing up the dishes when she dropped that bomb. I knew that it would be coming eventually as she had already hinted at it, but it was a little surprising the way that she just blurted it out. Usually we had to talk in code, just in case Mom was around to hear saying things like, "Feel lucky?" or "Want to play a game?". I was just a bit surprised was all.
I turned slightly to look at my sister and found her eyeing me out of the corner of her eye. She was grinning widely and almost blushing as she ran a plate under the faucet, rinsing it off and handing it to me. I took it, rubbing it with a terry cloth towel as I looked her up and down. She was dressed to kill- me I realized, wearing short blue jean cut-offs, a black Lycra sports bra and a well-worn pair of black rubber flip-flops. With her hair tied back in a ponytail to show off her thick hoop earrings and all her nails sculpted and polished a light pink I could tell that she had dressed up with me in mind, though oddly I had not noticed till then. As I looked her up and down I saw that she was cocking her leg back slightly and slipping her toes in and out of the dirty thong. I could feel my penis stirring despite the fact that it was my sister teasing me. She looked hot-
"S-sure," I croaked, my voice catching in my throat as I blushed myself and put the plate back in its cabinet to take another from her. Christy giggled-
"You don't understand," she said, turning fully and leaning against the drainboard, crossing her legs at the ankles and flexing her toes- for my benefit I'm sure. She licked her lips and folded her arms under her breasts, which seemed to make them bigger. "I want to tie you up for the week. I want to take you prisoner, hold you captive like a real hostage. Mom won't be back for a week. This is our chance to really have some fun."
She smiled widely at me, her big blues eyes sparkling as she stared, waiting for me to say something. I must have looked like a total geek standing there blinking my eyes in stunned silence, my mouth hanging open. I had to admit that the thought of being tied up and held prisoner for a whole week got me excited as hell. It would be like a dream come true, and with Mom off at our aunt's house up north there would be no chance of discovery. I knew too that Christy would love to have me at her mercy for a week, and I could already see the wheels spinning in her mind as new ideas sprang forth. It was the chance of a lifetime, but did I really want to be so totally helpless and dependant on my sister for so long. A lot could happen in a week. Then too there had been the argument of the other day, and the revenge she had taken with the help of my friend Steve. Was she over that? Was I truly forgiven? And would Steve be brought in on this too?
I finished drying the plate while she watched me, turning to put it away and closing the cabinet. I folded the towel over the handle on the stove, stalling as I mulled the thoughts over in my head. I knew that if I said 'No' that that would be it. We would never 'play' again. I knew it somehow, and I don't know if I was ready for that. I loved our little games. I loved to be tied up. I loved when she made me lick her shoes and clean her dirty feet. But a week- a whole week…
"I don't know, Christy," I finally said. I couldn't look at her eyes for some reason, so I focused on her tapping foot. "I want to, you know that, but a whole week?"
"C'mon, Billy. It'll be fun for the both of us, and who knows when we'll have the house to ourselves like this again."
She was right of course, but the sight of her and Steve sitting on the couch and using me as a footrest kept popping to mind. And what had happened after that, when she had returned from the lake and the little tortures she had put me through. I worried over a week of that, as I had learned that my sister could be really, really cruel.
"I dunno," I said again, staring at her feet. She was slipping one foot in and out of the straps on her thongs, while the toes of the other kept clenching, scrunching into the rubber sole. "Let me sleep on it," I finally said. I'll probably say yes, but…"
Christy frowned a bit, then her lips curled into a soft smile. "I understand," she said, stepping forward and putting her hand on my arm, making it tingle with excitement. "You're worried about the other day, but don't be. I won't let anything bad happen. You know that. I love you…"
"I know," I said in agreement, "but let me think about it just the same." She snorted and shrugged-
"Whatever," she said as she strolled from the kitchen wiggling her ass. "Your loss…"
I sighed and followed her out, and we both settled into the living room to watch television. I brought us sodas, which she did not thank me for, and she lit a cigarette after a few minutes after opening the windows and turning on the exhaust on the air conditioner. We were both more or less quiet for an hour or two, at least until Christy went to the kitchen and came back with two beers-
"I'm sorry," she said, handing me a cold can dripping with condensation. "I didn't mean to pressure you. If you don't trust me, it's cool-"
"I do trust you!" I sputtered as I popped the top of the beer can. "I trust you! It's just, I don't know if I can take a week of being tied up nonstop, y'know? It's a little scary."
"I understand," she said, flopping back in her easy chair and crossing her long tanned legs. She started swinging her leg as she opened her beer, her thong dangling from her toes. "But you have to know that I wouldn't let anything happen to you. I love you. You're my baby brother. I just want us to have a little fun, y'know?"
"Yeah…"
I stared at her as she turned back to the TV, so beautiful, so loving. I was lucky that she was into bondage too, otherwise I'd be looking at pictures in magazines and beating off, imagining what it was really like. I was lucky as hell, and I'd be damned if I would let it slip away-
"Okay…" I finally said and saw her turn to look at me.
"What?"
"Okay," I repeated as she smiled. "Please tie me up." She made a fist and shook it in triumph-
"Yes!"
"But," I added and she stared at me, her smile faltering. "Let's wait until tomorrow, so I can get a good night's sleep. I imagine I won't get too many for the rest of the week." Christy chuckled, still kicking her leg-
"Sure, Billy. Whatever you say."
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