Tyler and Emma go to the same school. They're in the same grade but different classes. Normally, they hardly ever see each other during the course of a normal school day. That Monday, though, they find themselves making every excuse to see each other during the day. They don't get together to talk and chat outright, but they borrow pencils, exchange apples, stuff like that -- even just sneaking a peak from the other end of the hall. When the final bell rings, Tyler makes an excuse why he isn't going to stick around after school to play basketball with his friends. Emma, on the other hand, has no choice but to walk home with her friends, like she always does. When she gets home, though, Tyler is waiting for her on their front porch.

They're both nervous. Both have been thinking about their 'game' all day long. Both want to continue enjoying the other's company. But they're not sure how the other feels, and are afraid to initiate something and be met with disappointment. It's been a long school day, long enough to forget about where they were yesterday and go back to a standard set of mind.

Emma's used to Tyler ignoring her at best, or being horribly mean and cruel at worst. Yesterday was a big exception. She wants to go up to him and hug him, like they hugged yesterday, but she wonders if Tyler's gone back to 'normal' and would get mad and sickened. Tyler feels similarly. Well, Tyler wants to touch his sister, wants to find an excuse to get her into a bathing suit again, and wants to dominate her again. He doesn't intend to jump right into it -- he knows he'll need to do lots of 'foreplay' first, and he's not disappointed in that; that part's fun in itself. But he's not sure if she's at all interested in continuing where they left off yesterday.

It's a normal weekday. Their parents aren't home yet, but can be expected to return from work any minute, so they don't have the freedom to be able to play the same way they were able to yesterday. Still, they're both hoping that they'll be able to do something.

So Tyler just waits there, standing on the front porch. When he sees Emma saying goodbye to her friends at the foot of the driveway he turns to the door, making like he's trying to get the door open. He can't have her friends notice that he's waiting for her. She, though, suspects that he is waiting.

Once her friends are gone, Emma slowly walks up the driveway. She stops at the foot of the porch stairs, and the two siblings look at each other and smile.

"Hi," Tyler says, smiling friendly.

Emma wants to run up and hug him tightly, but she's not sure if he'd like that. "Hi," she says back, and slowly begins to ascend the stairs.

"Have a good day at school?" he asks.

"Okay, I guess," she says. "You?" Even this conversation -- asking each other how their days were -- is totally unheard of in the twins' lives.

"Kind of... I was really tired, didn't really listen to the lessons much," Tyler admits.

"Yeah, me too."

Tyler wants to put his arm around her. To touch her. To touch her clothes. Anything. But he doesn't. "Well I guess we'd better go inside."

"Yeah," Emma says. She gently puts her hand on Tyler's arm. She was trying to touch him casually, the way two people might touch each other having a normal conversation, but it feels too forced, too artificial to her, and she pulls her hand away quickly, afraid of how Tyler will react. "Sorry," she whispers nervously. But Tyler looks at her and smiles, reassuringly. That touch was very meaningful to him as well. As soon as he gets the lock open he takes her hand in his and leads her into the house. Emma closes and locks the door, and they walk hand-in-hand down the hallway to the kitchen.

Normally when they get home, they grab snacks and head their separate ways. Today, though, it's different.

"Hungry?" Tyler asks.

"Yeah, a bit."

"I'm taking some ice-cream -- want some?"

"Okay, thanks."

Tyler begins to dish out his favorite ice-cream into two bowls, giving the one that looks slightly bigger to Emma. Emma notices that he doesn't know that she doesn't like that flavor... in fact, normally she would have refused to eat it and taken the other kind, but today she says "Thanks" and immediately puts a big spoonful in her mouth. "Mmmm, it's delicious!" she says, taking another spoonful.

"Where should we eat?"

"TV room?" she suggests.

"Okay."

They go into the TV room and Tyler flips on the TV. Normally Tyler would watch "Dragonball Z", which Emma would describe as "horrible and ugly", and be disgusted by. Delighted by his company, though, Emma intends to watch it with him enthusiastically.

Except this time Tyler knows better. "You can pick the show," he offers.

"That's okay -- you can pick," says Emma.

"No, really, you pick," says Tyler.

Emma begins flipping through the channels. She puts it on a show she likes for a second -- Powerpuffs -- but feels guilty knowing that he hates it. She glances at him and sees he hasn't really noticed -- he's looking at her, not at the TV. She smiles at him and flips the TV to his dragonball program. He notices and says, "It's okay, I'm not really that interested in watching it now, you can watch your show."

So Emma just turns the TV off. The two look at each other while eating their ice cream. "We could watch that video we made yesterday," Emma suggests.

"Yeah, I'd like to, except Mom and Dad are probably going to be home real soon... wouldn't want to get caught."

"Yeah, you're right," Emma agrees, disappointed though.

They're watching each other, not their food, and some of Emma's ice-cream drips onto her skirt. Tyler laughs and helps her out -- scraping it off with his spoon, then holding it out for her mouth. Emma takes it in her mouth, giggling.

They're finished eating and are looking at each other, smiling, wondering what they could do next. Finally Emma says, "I guess I'll go do my homework -- might as well get it done early."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Tyler says. Emma likes to get things done early. Tyler, on the other hand, normally leaves everything for the last minute. This time, though, he does as Emma suggests.

Emma gets up to walk to her room, then says, "You can come do your homework in my room with me if you want."

"Okay," Tyler says, and grabs his bag and follows her upstairs to her room.

"You can use the desk if you want," Emma offers.

"No, go ahead, I can sit on the floor," Tyler responds.

Emma takes a seat on the floor beside him. Tyler tries to do his work but has a hard time concentrating. At one point Emma shifts positions -- lying down on her tummy, propping herself up on her elbows. Tyler's left near her legs. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he puts a hand on one of her legs. Emma giggles softly to herself but tries to ignore it, curious at what he'll do next.

Tyler loves how soft and smooth her legs feel. Since she doesn't make any indication that she wants him to stop -- in fact she doesn't -- he slowly gets the courage to allow his hands to explore more of her legs. Even the parts covered by her skirt (though not touching her panties).

"Did you get an answer to number 27?" He asks her.

"Um, 320," she responds. Emma's almost done her work, and Tyler's still near the beginning. He plans on lying and claiming he finished too when she says she's done... who cares about the consequences at school the next day?! Emma, though, is done already, but enjoying the attention her legs are getting she pretends she still has more to do.

Emma's skirt is pulled up a full three inches higher than it was at first when she lay down on her stomach. Tyler managed to do that rather subtly. He still has his hand under it a lot of the time, though. And that's exactly where his hand is when their mother startles them, sticking her head in the door. He quickly pulls his hand away, unsure of whether or not she noticed.

"Oh, that's where you two are. The house is so quiet I worried. Why are you doing your work in here, Tyler?" their mother asks.

"Ah," Tyler hesitates, not sure of what to respond.

"I needed his help with some of my work," Emma steps in. "It was too hard for me, he knew how to do it."

"Oh, that's nice of you Tyler," their mother says, not believing a word of it. Emma was a hundred times better than Tyler in school. In fact, if not for them being the same age and their worrying about jealousy, Emma could have been skipped at least a grade, if not more. But their mom has no reason to push the issue. "Okay, well, keep up the good work," she says, leaving the room.

Emma gets up and closes the door, then sits back down on the floor, cross-legged, facing Tyler.

"Thanks," he says to her, smiling.

"No problem," Emma responds. "But I'm done. You?"

"Yeah, me too," he lies. "What should we do now?"

"Good question. I dunno," Emma responds. "I should probably change out of my school clothes."

"Okay," says Tyler. As Emma opens her drawer, her blue swimsuit falls out. Emma giggles, and Tyler bends down and picks it up for her.

"Thanks," she says, putting it back into the drawer. She finds a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

"I guess I should wait outside," Tyler says.

"That's okay, I'll go to the bathroom."

So Tyler waits in her room as Emma changes in the bathroom. He hears the toilet flush, and the twins are united again. They're about to go looking for something to do when they hear their mother calling. "Kids, dinner's ready."

Tyler and Emma sit across from each other at dinner. Their parents see them looking at each other, smiling and giggling. Emma almost chokes when she starts laughing with milk in her mouth. Their parents don't notice that every few seconds, one of the twins jabs the other in the leg with their foot. But they're not dumb. They know something's up.

"What's going on with you two?" their father finally asks. His wife gives him a stern look, but he ignores it.

"Nothing!" the twins immediately respond, simultaneously, and break into laughter.

"Yeah right! Come on, you can tell us," he prods.

"Ted, leave them alone," his wife chastises.

Ted looks down and they eat in silence for a few minutes. Finally their mother says, quietly, "You weren't hurting each other, or doing anything bad, were you?"

"Of course not!" says Emma. "We were just playing a fun game."

"Really?" Dad interjects. "What game? Is it something we could all play together?"

"I don't think so," Tyler answers, nervously.

After dinner, their mom goes to wash the dishes. The twins run to Tyler's room.

"I hope they leave us alone," Emma says. "I'm not going to tell them anything, don't worry."

Tyler's looking through one of his dresser drawers, with a nervous look on his face.

"What's the matter?" Emma asks, looking nervous.

Just then their father walks into the room. "Looking for this?" he asks, holding up a video-tape.

The twins are mortified. They don't know what to say. They both feel that their privacy has been invaded. Their father shouldn't have been going through their things, taking their things without permission. But they're more worried about his reaction. So they just stare at him with mouths hanging open.

"I got to hand it to you kids," their father says. "You have really creative imaginations! Who's idea was it?"

"Yyy... you're not mad?" Tyler asks.

"Emma, you really wanted to do it?"

"Um, yeah," she says, looking down.

"Did you have fun?" he prods some more.

"Yeah, kinda," she says quietly. She had tons of fun, but isn't sure she should be admitting that to her father.

"Where did you come up with the idea, Tyler?" he asked.

"Uh, I dunno," he says.

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you guys. Listen, I haven't told your mother about this yet. I'm not sure how she'll take it yet, and as long as you're both enjoying it, I don't want to do something that might force you to stop. So I dunno if I'll tell her. I just want you to be very sure that you're being safe. Tyler, make sure you don't cut off her circulation, and make sure you'll be able to get her free quickly if there's an emergency and you need to. Don't do anything like tying her up and leaving the house. Okay?"

"Of course, Dad, I'll be very careful." Both kids are shocked that their father seems to not only tolerate their game, but actually approves of it!

"And one last thing... I have a request... I want to watch you do it. I promise I won't interfere, I'll let you two do whatever you want to do, I just want to sit in the corner once and watch -- you two looked so adorable in the video, I just have to see it up close.!"

The twins are shocked by his request. They don't know what to say.

"Well don't bother answering now -- you can think about it for a while. Just, well, if you're going to let me watch, tomorrow night might be a good time since Mom's going to be out 'till real late and I'm going to be home early. I can pick you two up after school if you want, so you won't have to walk. Anyway, you can think about it and let me know in the morning."

Dad leaves the room. The twins are shocked by this whole turn of events. They sit on Tyler's floor staring at each other for what feels like hours.

"What do you think?" Tyler finally asks.

"I dunno," Emma says. "What do you think?"

"I don't know either."

Ted's words distanced the two a bit. They're scared, embarrassed, uncertain. They don't know how much they can trust their father... it being discovered took away lots of the fun of their game. They feel uncomfortable being themselves.

Eventually they go to bed, each in their own bed. They haven't given their father an answer. Both are really disappointed -- they both loved the game and wonder if they will ever be able to recreate that magic, now that this has happened.

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It's the middle of the night. Tyler sneaks into Emma's room to see if she's sleeping. He tiptoes in ever-so-quietly, shutting her door softly, and tiptoes up to the side of her bed. She appears to be asleep, lying on her stomach with her eyes closed. Tyler's disappointed. Before leaving her room, though, he leans over and gives her the lightest, gentlest kiss on the cheek.

Emma opens her eyes and turns over, startled at first. Seeing him kneeling beside her bed in the dark, though, she smiles. "Are Mom and Dad asleep?" she whispers.

"Yeah, snoring loudly. Their door's closed too... I didn't mean to wake you."

Emma smiles and pulls her blanket open. "I'm glad you did... climb in?" Tyler does, and Emma covers him with her blanket, keeping her arm around his chest. They snuggle together for a while. Tyler brushes a strand of hair out of her face and continues to stroke her hair.

"I'm glad Dad didn't get mad at us," Tyler says. "You know, I was going to take all the blame, tell him I forced you to do it."

"You didn't have to do that, we were in it together, it's my fault too."

"I wouldn't want you to get in trouble -- it was so much fun!"

"For me too," Emma agrees, then leans over and kisses his forehead. He responds with a kiss on her neck, which she accepts with a little giggle.

"So listen Emm, Dad came into my room tonight after I was in bed... asked me if we'd thought about his request... he told me again that he's totally okay with our games as long as we're safe and as long as I'm not doing anything to you that you don't want... He also said that he's only asking we let him watch once, and promises he won't interfere or anything... and that if there's anything that we'd like him to buy for us, for our games, he'll do so gladly -- as long as it's not too expensive. I still didn't give him an answer -- I told him I'm not sure and that I need to discuss it with you. I figure we could give him a little show, not do very much stuff really, then he'd leave us alone and we'd be able to do whatever we want when they're not home. Nice of him to offer to buy us stuff."

"Yeah it is," Emma agrees. She has an arm around Tyler's waist; his T-shirt's lifted up a bit so that she's touching his bare skin. "Well, I dunno, Tyler... seems strange fooling around like we did in front of Dad, but I guess it can't be that bad. He saw the video already, anyway, and it didn't bother him. But I dunno... I doubt it'll be as fun with him watching, but, well, I guess it's okay... whatever you think, I guess. If you think it's a good idea and you want to, then I'm okay with it. I don't think I'll have much homework tomorrow so we should have plenty of time to play, especially if Dad picks us up from school."

"So you're okay with it? Great!" Tyler gives her some more kisses on her cheeks and a really tight hug. She hugs him back, glad she's pleasing him. "I'll tell Dad in the morning without Mom listening."

"It's just going to be the same stuff we did last time?" she asks.

"Yeah, same stuff, probably less of it too with Dad there."

"So what kind of stuff is he going to buy us?"

"Oh, just a few things I told him I thought we could use. Don't worry about it -- I'd rather keep it as a surprise to you... Roll over..."

"What?"

"Go on, roll over onto your tummy, I wanna play with your back a bit."

That makes her giggle and forget about the new 'toys' that were going to be purchased... She turns over onto her tummy and waits. Tyler pulls the blanket off so he can see her, then takes hold of her pajama top and pulls it way up until it's bunched up around her neck, exposing her back completely. Then he tugs her bottoms downwards. That gives her a bit of a thrill and she squeels -- it feels like he's going to pull them straight off!

"Shhh, don't wake Mom and Dad... don't worry I'm not taking them off, just uncovering part of your back." He inches them down a little further, grasping the waistband of her panties and pulling them down as well as he did so, making sure he doesn't offend her by accidentally seeing her panties. When he thinks he feels the beginning of her tail-bone he stops pulling down, and started rubbing her perfectly smoothe back.

Her hands are down by her sides, so her top is all bunched up over the back of her neck and around her shoulders and underarms. After rubbing her back for a minute -- his palms flat against it -- he gives her top a little tug and asks if he can take it all the way off.

"I guess, since i'm lying on my chest anyway," she says. She moves her arms above her head and allows him to slide her top off completely. He tosses it onto the floor beside her bed.

Now he starts seriously working on her back, using his hands, his forearms, and his lips. She breathes deeply, enjoying it like she never believed. He also works on her legs, arms, neck, face... even plants kisses on the soles of her feet. Finally, thoroughly exhausted, he lies down beside her again. He pulls Emma's blanket back over them.

Emma clutches the blanket to her chest and rolls over to face him. "That was amazing! Thank-you so much!" and she gives him a few kisses on the cheek.

"Glad you enjoyed it!" He says. He's obviously very tired.

"Take your top off and I'll do you too." she says. Tyler does so, and turns over onto his stomach. "Close your eyes so I won't have to put my top on," she instructs. He does so, and she throws the blanket off again and sits up. Unlike her, he's wearing long-legged pajama bottoms, and one-by-one she scoots them up his legs as far as possible. She, too, pulls the waistband of his pajamas down. She's a little surprised that he's not wearing underwear beneath them. She tries to be careful but accidentally gets a glimpse of the beginning of his crack. That excites her a lot, though she hopes he doesn't realize she saw it.

She starts working on his body much the same way that he worked on hers. At one point she lies herself down flat on top of him, with her bare stomach and chest pressed into his bare back. Finally, exhausted, she lies down beside him and pulls the blanket back over them. Tyler, afraid he left a wet spot in her bed, is embarrassed to turn over and remains like that on his stomach. She strokes his hair a bit and the two hug and kiss. Finally she falls asleep. He drifts off for a bit too, then wakes up and, being careful not to wake her or his parents, tiptoes back into his own bedroom. He has to change into a new pair of pajamas. It's already beginning to get light outside.

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In the morning, Tyler wakes up to the sensation of kisses being planted all over his face and neck -- a strange and quite unwelcome sensation to a preteen boy. He's about to push her away with an 'ewwww', when he remembers what they were doing the night before and what's in store for them today. So, taking a deep breath, he opens his eyes. "Good morning sleepyhead," Emma says when he finally opens them. Tyler sees she's fully dressed and ready for school. "Better get up and dressed, it's pretty late," she says.

Tyler sits up in bed. "Thanks Em," he says with a smile, giving her hand a squeeze. "I'll be right out."

School goes by in much the same way as the day before. The two are both exhausted, trying to act 'normal' while at school, yet dying to see and be with each other. The truth is that Tyler's suffering from enormous internal conflicts. He never felt so close to his sister, and he loves it. He loves touching her and the way he felt being touched by her. But at times Tyler's age and gender kick in, and he feels sickened about the koochie-koochie. He wonders if he maybe gave Emma the wrong idea. Thinking about what he'll do -- what he'll be able to do -- when school's over, though, get's him back in a good mood. He knows he'll be able to take out his frustration on her... he'll show her who's boss. Tyler has a hard time hiding the hard-on he's walking around with most of the day, planning for later.

Emma's also distracted, but in a somewhat different way. She enjoys the game too, but she's thinking more of the feelings of togetherness with her brother than the actual bondage part. She also still feels somewhat funny about doing it in front of her father.

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The final bell rings and the twins run outside to meet their father in his sports car. Instead of fighting over who gets to sit in the front, they both happily climb into the backseat together and ride home silently, but holding hands. Tyler also lays a hand on Emma's knee.

"So are we still on?" Dad asks as they pull up to the house.

The twins exchange looks and Tyler responds for the both of them. "It'll take us a little time to set up -- I'll let you know when we're ready. Did you get the stuff I asked for?"

"Yeah, I put them in the garage like you asked."

"Okay great. So I'll tell you when to come."

"Great."

They enter the house, and without a word Tyler takes Emma's arm and guides her into his bedroom. "Wait here," he tells her, leaving her there. Moments later he returns with a bag which he places on his desk. "So you're sure you're okay with this," he says to her, sitting down next to her on his bed.

Emma's nervous, but she says "Yeah, if you still want to. But take good care of me."

Tyler laughs and puts his arm around her shoulders assuringly. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. We'll probably do less than we did last time anyway -- I feel funny about letting Dad watch too. We'll just get him off our backs so that we can play in peace whenever we want to, without them bugging us."

"Okay. So I guess I should go put my bathing-suit on again?"

"Actually I have something new for you to wear -- Dad bought a bunch of new outfits for you so that you wouldn't always need to wear the same bathing-suit. I picked one for today -- I hope you like it. Why don't you get changed in here -- I need to go set a few more things up. I'll come back for you in a few minutes."

"Okay," says Emma, taking the bag from him. Tyler leans over and gives her a kiss on the cheek before he leaves, closing the door to allow her to change.

A minute or two later he comes back in without knocking first. Emma is sitting on his bed wearing the new swimsuit; she stands as he enters the room. "Let's see..." he says, looking her over from top to bottom and bottom to top. "You look amazing in that! Could you turn around?" She does. "I love it! Do you like it?"

"Yeah it's a cool swimsuit. How did Dad pick it out without me there to try it on?"

"Oh, I gave him your other suit so he could compare sizes. Actually I picked this one out myself -- I saw it in the Sears catalogue and thought you'd look cute in it, but I never imagined you'd look this good! Can I get a hug?" he asks, rolling up his sleeves.

She giggles and walks up to him, putting her arms around his neck and allowing him to circle her with his arms. He practically drinks her in with his arms and hands. He's careful not to touch her butt, although it's so tempting. He's intoxicated by the way she looks and feels. "I'm the luckiest brother in the world," he whispers in her ear. She responds by giggling and pressing her body harder into his.

"But we'd better start our game," Tyler finally says, gently breaking from her embrace. "I thought you should put this on over your swimsuit." He hands her an outfit -- a white blouse and a long green jumper, with a jeans vest to go on top. Emma looks a little surprised, so he explains. "Your outfit will give an even better effect if you change right on stage -- I mean, if you take your dress off on stage in front of the audience."

"Okay," Emma agrees.

Tyler helps her get into the clothes. "It's a shame to have to cover it up," he says. "But we'll see it again in no time. Okay, Dad's waiting in the living room so let's get you into the garage." He takes her by the hand and leads her into the garage.

The garage is set up differently this time. Near the door, a few seats are set up, obviously for the audience. "It's just Dad," he explains. "But I thought it would give it more of an atmosphere of a show if there were a few more chairs." The video camera is on the tripod, behind the chairs. A big black curtain is strung straight across the middle of the garage preventing the 'audience' -- as well as those on stage -- from seeing what's in the other half of the garage. On stage, on the audience's side of the curtain, is what appears to be a simple table, on wheels.

"Get up onto the table, okay? Let's have a little bit of fun here. Sit on your knees right in the middle." Emma climbs up while Tyler disappears behind the curtain. Once on the table she notices a few little metal grooves near the edges. She has no idea what those are for, though.

Tyler comes back out holding a large box, draped with an opaque black cloth. "Okay, so here's the idea I had," he says. "I'm going to cover you over with the box. Don't worry, there are plenty of holes on top so you won't have trouble breathing. Then I'll wheel your table behind the curtain. Once Dad's here I'm going to wheel you back in, introduce you as my beautiful assistant, and take the cover off. Okay? It just adds a little fun to the show. Is that okay with you?"

She doesn't see any problem with that. "Okay," she agrees.

"Don't talk when you're inside -- I want it to be a surprise that you're there. And when I take the cover off stand up on the table so the audience can get a good look at you before you climb down. I'm going to go get Dad right away so you shouldn't be under the cover for more than a minute or two."

"Okay," Emma agrees. She's excited for the show to begin.

Tyler leans in and kisses her cheek. She loves this. "See you soon," he says. He lifts the box up and slowly lowers it over her. She ducks as he does this, but the box is tall enough for her to kneel comfortably inside it without having to bend. Once the box is resting on the table, Emma hears some snapping noises. Now she realizes what those metal grooves must be for. Not wanting him to think she's not happy to be inside there, she just pushes ever so lightly on the sides and top of the box, confirming to herself that he indeed latched it to the table, trapping her inside. She giggles. The game has already begun.

"Are you okay in there?" Tyler asks.

"Yeah," Emma says. The top of the box is punctured with air holes; she's able to breathe without a problem. She feels the table being wheeled to a different position. Then she waits.

Tyler ushers his father into a chair and then disappears behind the curtain where he changes clothes. Ted (Tyler's father) has agreed to take care of the camera, and sets it up.

Tyler comes out from behind the curtain. He's wearing a black leather outfit with lots of shiny zippers, which he thinks makes him look fierce and tough. Emma is still in her box, behind the curtain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our show," Tyler begins. Dad is aiming the camera. "Without further ado, let me get my beautiful victim." Emma feels the table moving again. The box is still covered with the cloth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my beautiful assistant," Tyler announces, removing the cloth from the box. The sides of the box are painted pink, with pictures of her -- artistic renditions of her standing in different poses, completely naked, with her hands covering her private parts. Emma did not pose for those paintings -- her father got an artist friend of his to do them, using only a photo of her face. The paintings look as realistic as photographs, though. Tyler wonders what Emma would think of the paintings, and is careful not to let her see them (yet). He turns the table around so the audience can see all the sides. Ted claps and whistles. Emma has no idea why she hears whistling. He gives the table one more, slow turn, and then covers it again with the cloth.

"And now for my real assistant." He's about to open one of the latches when he gets an unwelcomed surprise.

"What's going on here guys?" It's his mother. Everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Julia, I... I thought you were working late," Ted says.

"The meeting got cancelled last minute. What's going on?"

Ted gets up and leads her out of the room to explain in private. The garage is silent. Emma recognized her mother's voice but has no idea what's going on now. She stays completely silent, embarrassed about her mother finding out she's locked in that box. She hopes Tyler will find a way to get her out quickly and quietly, without her finding out what they had planned.

Tyler's not sure what to do, not sure what's going to happen. Thinking they'll return any minute he ends up leaving Emma locked in the box a full twenty minutes. To Emma, who's not wearing a watch, it feels a lot longer. Finally their parents return.

"Okay I talked to Mom and showed her a bit of your video from last time, and she's fine with it -- she wants to watch too. So go ahead and continue from where you left off."

Emma doesn't want that, and hopes Tyler doesn't agree.

"Uh, I don't know..." Tyler begins to say. Emma breathes a sigh of relief, thinking he's going to cancel.

"No really," their Mom interrupts. "it's perfectly fine. I think it's cool you two play games like this -- please let me watch too!"

"I don't think..."

"Go on, it's fine! Really!" their father encourages. "Pretend like we're not even here."

"Yeah, don't let me spoil your fun!"

Tyler sees that his mother is smiling -- what appears to be a very big, sincere smile. "Well okay, I guess it can't hurt."

Emma almost dies when she hears this. She thinks about refusing to participate, but her mother obviously already knows what they were planning, and she's about to be revealed locked inside the box -- she figures there's no point asking to stop. She'd just be blamed by everyone and called a chicken.

"Well on with the show, then, I guess," says Tyler. "Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I present my beautiful assistant, Emma!" Emma hears the latches being unsnapped. A moment later Tyler lifts the box up, off of the table, revealing Emma -- still sitting on her (sore) knees.

"Hold on, you mean she was inside there all this time?" their mother asks.

"Well we didn't expect such a long delay, Mom." Tyler answers.

"And you didn't get fed up and leave? You must have been under that box for a good half hour, maybe more!"

"Yeah Emma, why didn't you just take the box off and get out?" Tyler asks her with a wink.

"Well, uh, 'cause the box was locked. I wouldn't have been able to get out even if I'd tried." Emma answers, smiling.

"Really?" Mom asks, amazed at what her kids are doing.

"Okay Mom, please, let us get on with our show... you can ask your questions when we're done," Tyler says.

"Oh right, sorry. Okay, I'll be quiet."

Tyler begins again. "Ladies and gentlemen, meet my beautiful assistant Emma. Emma, stand up so our audience can get a nice look at you." Emma stands up on the table, glad to finally be straightening her legs again. Then she slowly turns around. Their parents clap. "Thank-you Emma, you can jump down from there now." Tyler puts his hands on Emma's waist to help her jump down. Emma thinks that's funny -- she could have climbed off the table by herself without his help -- but she allows him to assist her.

Tyler stands behind Emma, a little off to her left, and places his right arm around her shoulders. "My cute little sister, Emma, is a really good girl. Does her homework on time, does what her parents and teachers tell her, doesn't cheat on her tests..." Tyler moves his right arm so that he's got it around the small of her back, resting his hand on her right hip.

"As I guess you know, two days ago Emma and I played a new game. It was my idea really -- I wanted to see if Emma would agree to place herself completely in my control, completely losing her own control of herself, and I wanted to see what it felt like to have that power over someone else." Tyler places the palm of his left hand flat against Emma's stomach. Between his two hands, his manner of holding her is quite possessive and Emma feels it... she likes it!

Tyler continues. "So we played this little game. What we found out was that we both enjoyed it so much, that we wanted to do it again. Today we're going to let you watch us as we do it again and explore some more possibilities."

Tyler takes his hands off of her abrubtly, and takes a small step away from her. "Now, just so that you don't have even the slightest doubt that maybe I'm doing this to Emma against her will, Emma's going to actually ask me to do it to her, with all you listening. Emma?"

Emma's caught off-guard here. She hasn't rehearsed anything to say... she wishes Tyler would tell her what he wants to hear. But he's just standing there looking at her, waiting. So she tries to think of what he told her to say the last time. "Yeah, um, oh brother dear, would you please do me a favor? I want you to make me completely helpless, I want to be totally in your control, unable to stop you from doing anything you want to me."

Tyler gets a big grin on his face. He reaches out his hand and gently strokes her cheek. "You're sure that's what you want?" Tyler asks. "Yes, definitely!"

"Nobody's forcing this on you?"

"No, I want to do this."

"Okay then. Folks, you heard it -- she asked for it! Now in a moment I'll go behind this curtain to get some stuff, but first, Emma, you've got a really nice body -- do all our eyes a favor and show us more of it -- would you take your clothes off? Emma's wearing a really awesome bathing-suit under that dress."

Emma giggles as without waiting for her consent, he takes the lapel of her jeans jacket in his hands and helps her off with it. Then he unzips the zipper on the back of her jumper. "I'll let you do the rest yourself," he says, not sure how she (or their parents) would react to to his stripping her down to her swimsuit by himself -- though his hard-on sure would like that opportunity! Emma obliges by lifting the jumper up over her head, and then slipping her shirt off as well. She's left there wearing the awesome pink and black horizontally-striped Speedo swimsuit that Tyler asked their father to buy.

"Awesome!" Tyler exclaims, licking his lips. He can't hold back from touching her, so he puts his hands on her waist, feigning a need to move her. "Let's move you to center-stage so our audience can get a better look at you... turn around and model your swimsuit for us please."

Emma giggles some more, but obliges. Tyler instructs his father to zoom in with the camera on all her 'good' parts, and upon Tyler's request Emma even does a bit of a butt-wiggle for the camera.

Tyler wants to touch his sister... to feel her... to run his hands up and down her body... but he's embarrassed to do so with his parents watching like that. So he just takes her by her wrists and has her stand to the side while he disappears behind the curtain to get some equipment. They hear the squeeking of wheels, and a moment later the contraption appears.

It consists of a large wooden platform supported a few inches off the floor by four wheels. At one of the corners, a tall vertical pole is attached. The pole is at least a good foot taller than the twins. At the base of that pole a few small wheels and handles can be seen. At the top of the pole, another pole extends horizontally, parallel to the board, reaching the board's center, more or less.

Using his foot, Tyler steps down on the wheels brakes so the contraption will not move. Tyler and his sister are standing beside the contraption. Emma wonders what it's going to be used for. She feels a little nervous, but excited at the same time. She knows she can trust Tyler... but can she?

"So you want to be helpless," he says to his sister, playing with her hair. "We can arrange that! Let's go over the rules while I lock this collar around your neck.

"The rules are simple, really. I make the rules, so whatever I say goes. Until you reach the point where you're stuck or helpless in some way, you can back out; once though you're helpless, you're mine even if you change your mind." The collar locks in place with a click. "You won't be able to get out of that without the combination. Go ahead and feel it."

Emma does, realizing pretty quickly that there's no way she can get that collar off of her neck.

Tyler continues. "And just to let you know, all the locks I'll be using on you today are combination locks, and only I know the combinations. Even Mom and Dad won't be able to get you free! Now, last time we agreed that you'd be helpless for ten minutes, and then I'd let you go. This time I'm not promising you any maximum amount of time... so it's a risk you're taking.

"Okay, ready to be helpless?"

"Yeah," Emma responds, half nervous, half excited. She looks out and sees her parents looking right at her with big grins on their faces and feels very embarrassed.

"Okay, here we go... let's start with something simple. Keep your eyes on Mom and Dad." Tyler begins rolling one of the dials at the base of the pole. Emma hears the squeaking and wants to turn and see what he's doing, but decides to obey his instruction and not look.

Their parents, though, can see what's happening. As Tyler turns the dial, a long, chain slowly descends from the end of the pole above the board's center. When it's finally long enough, Tyler takes the end of the chain and locks it to Emma's collar.

"There you go, sis," he says, patting her on the shoulders. "You can look now, how does that feel?"

Emma looks and sees that she's attached to Tyler's contraption. She feels the end of the chain, confirming that it's locked securely to her neck.

"Of course, this still doesn't render you very helpless -- you can still move around, you'd just need to wheel this thing with you. I'll fix that now, though!"

Without giving Emma any instructions, Tyler begins turning the wheel again. The chain begins to retract back into the pole, and Emma is forced to climb up onto the platform and stand right in the center. When the chain's pulled tight, Tyler locks its position.

"There!" Tyler says. "I don't think you'll be coming off that platform by yourself! Just so you know, these dials are locked with a combination lock as well. Okay, I'm gonna go get something to drink... Mom, Dad, why don't you come up here in the meantime and take a look at Emma and how helpless she really is... see if you can get her free. I'll be right back." And with that, Tyler disappears from the room.

Emma would like some 'alone time' to ponder her new situation, but unfortunately doesn't get much time to think because her parents are out of their seats standing by her side. She does try to move around a bit. Even if the chain's controls weren't locked, she'd have no way of reaching them with her collar locked up so high. She can't even reach them with her feet. She thinks this is a cool way to be 'helpless' -- she's able to move all her limbs more or less, but still can't go anywhere. She giggles... she feels like a dog chained to a fence-post outside a supermarket.

Her parents look closely at Tyler's contraption, confirming that the controls are indeed locked with combination locks, as is Emma's collar. There's no way they could get their daughter out of that without using some heavy cutting equipment.

"Do you like being like that?" her mother asks her.

"I dunno, it's kind of fun," she admits. They all laugh.

"You look really cute," her father says.

"Thanks, Dad," she says.

Just then the door to the garage opens, and, unannounced, in walks Uncle Fred! Uncle Fred is Julia's sister. He lives nearby and visits often. He has his own key and lets himself in whenever he wants. The kids always got along great with him ever since he moved into town. The kids don't know where Fred was before he moved to their town... for some reason they suspect he was in prison, although they never dared ask him about that. Their parents also denied it when they were asked. But the twins think they overheard some strange conversations... In any case, Fred's a great uncle -- he takes them to ball games and amusement parks and spends lots of money on them. Emma almost dies, though, when he just walks in like that and sees her the way she is.

"Wow! What's going on here?" Fred says as he enters the room.

Ted just laughs. "Oh, hi Fred," Julia says. "This is a game the kids made up -- why don't you watch with us?"

"Mom?!"

"Well he's already seen you like this so no point trying to hide it!"

Fred walks up to his niece. "You look great in that swimsuit kiddo... Let me see this... Wow! Did Tyler do this to you? Looks like he really has you restrained well!" He runs his hands over her collar and chain, seeing that she really is restrained with no way out. "I didn't know your family was into BDSM, Julia," Fred says.

"We're not, it's just a game the kids made up," she responds defensively.

"Yeah right! So who held her down while Tyler locked her up like this?"

"Nobody, she let him -- she's doing this voluntarily."

"Really? You like being locked up Emma?" Fred asks.

"I guess, kinda," Emma responds, embarrassed. She never planned for this to happen. She begins to wonder whether this whole thing is getting out of hand.

Tyler returns. "What?... Oh!... Uh, hi Uncle Fred," he says, surprised and disappointed.

"Hey Tyler, I'm really impressed here with what you're doing!"

"Uh, this is kind of a private show, you really shouldn't be here," he says quietly.

"Tyler! Don't be rude to your uncle!" Julia scolds. "Fred's part of this family too -- he can stay and watch too."

"I don't know if Emma would be comfortable with that, though," Tyler says.

Emma looks at him, nods, and motions with her hands, pleading with him to let her go.

His mother's response really surprises him. "What do you care what she wants?! She's your slave now, you can do to her whatever you want!" Emma can't believe what she just heard! "Now please just continue with whatever you were planning... Fred's not going to be a problem. Come on, Fred, have a seat."

The three adults return to their seats. Tyler's not really sure what to do. Then he shrugs and says, "Well okay, I guess we'll continue. Sorry Emma." Tyler gets onto the platform holding something in his hand. He's about to lock a cuff to Emma's wrist.

"Tyler, maybe this is enough for today? Why don't we stop and continue some time when we're alone."

"Sorry, sis, but you agreed to this... too late to back out." He reaches for her wrist, but she pulls it away. "Give me your wrist!" he demands.

"No, Tyler, I've had enough -- I don't want to do this in front of Uncle Fred... this is getting too weird!"

"Give me your wrist now!!!" Again he reaches for her wrist and she pulls away. She does her best to get away from him -- of course she can't, because her neck's locked to the contraption. But she tries her best to dodge his hands, turning her body around, trying to avoid him as much as possible. This annoys Tyler. "That does it!" he says, stepping off the frame and moving around to the controls. He starts turning the dial again, retracting the chain further into the pole.

"Ow!" says Emma as she is forced onto her tiptoes. Her hands grip the chain as she tries to pull it back down abit, unsuccessfully of course. "Stop, Tyler, please!" She tries her best to fight the tears.

"Sorry, Emma, but that's what happens when you don't obey!" He climbs up onto the platform again. Emma's hands are gripping the chain, now. She's standing on the very tips of her toes, like a ballerina, and it's very uncomfortable. Tyler locks cuffs to her wrists; Emma doesn't try to resist this time.

"Please loosen the chain, Tyler, I'll obey you from now on." she sniffles.

"In a minute," he says, making sure the cuffs are properly locked. The cuffs are not yet attached to anything -- she can still move her hands freely. But she can't get the cuffs off, of course -- they're already prepared for the next phase.

Tyler turns a different dial this time, and a second chain begins to descend from inside the pole. Once it's descended enough, he get's back onto the platform and secures Emma's right wrist-cuff to that chain. He leaves that chain hanging a bit loose, allowing her to move her arm freely. Then he finally lets the chain around her neck go loose. He even gives it some slack, allowing Emma a bit of freedom -- not enough to get off the platform or to the controls, though.

Tyler notices tears on Emma's cheeks. He climbs up onto the platform and hugs her from behind, kissing her where her neck meets her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Emma dear... sorry I had to do that to you. But you agreed to this. You have no choice but to obey me... If you don't, then I have to teach you to obey. Now, I want you to enjoy this as much as me, and as long as you obey I'll try to make sure you do. Got it?"

He massages her shoulders and back, and it's so enjoyable that Emma quickly forgets her sorrow and smiles in enjoyment. "Yes, Tyler, I'm sorry I didn't do what you said."

"From now on, call me 'Master', not Tyler, got it? Say, 'Yes, master'."

"Yes, master," she says with a laugh. It sounds so funny to her.

"Don't laugh at me, slave-girl!" Tyler chides, tickling her on her sides. She giggles and tries to get away from him.

Tyler goes to the controls and gives her neck chain even more slack. Then he returns to her and unlocks it from her collar, locking her left wrist to it instead. She feels even more free than before; she's able to move around quite a bit on the platform, although she's still not able to get off of it. Seemingly forgetting about his audience, Tyler gets onto the platform and starts rubbing and massaging her body all over (except for her private parts). Emma enjoys it and melts in his arms. When she tries to touch him back or kiss him, though, he pushes her away. "You need my permission before you can touch me, slave-girl!" he says.

"Sorry, Master."

Tyler now goes to the controls and retracts the chains into the pole forcing her hands up high above her head. As an after-thought, he locks the two cuffs together. Emma giggles in enjoyment. Tyler tickles her in the armpits, and she yelps. "Please don't tickle me Master!" He does so once more to spite her, and she giggles some more.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look at how much Emma loves being completely helpless! What a silly girl! Emma, tell everyone what a silly little girl you are, a silly little girl who's happiest when completely helpless! Go on, say it," he instructs her, tickling her once more to make sure she complies.

"I'm a silly little girl and I'm happiest when I'm completely helpless," she mumbles. The audience laughs and applauds. Of course, Emma knows this statement's not true. She does enjoy it, but it's not fair to say that she's happiest like this -- is it? Emma hopes her parents don't think she really meant it.

Tyler sighs, looking at the clock seeing that a lot of time has passed. "Okay, next. Better say goodbye to everyone now since you're not going to be able to talk anymore," he says, holding her ball-gag in front of her so she can see what's coming next.

"Goodbye," she says, then opens her mouth for the gag even without being asked to. A moment later the ball-gag's locked in place.

"And, lights out," he says as he locks a blindfold over her eyes.

"Okay, folks, there you have it," Tyler says. "My sister Emma, completely helpless. Unable to move, unable to see, unable to talk. Completely at my mercy. Oh, I forgot something." He disappears behind the curtain and returns, and cuffs her ankles together. "Okay, now she's completely unable to move. I guess this brings us to the end of our show -- I'll allow you all to come up and take a close look at her. You can touch her too if you want -- don't tickle her too much, though, it's torture to her. And please keep your hands off her private parts."

Emma hears the creaking of chairs as the adults rise from their seats. She hears the adults complimenting Tyler. They also compliment her on how cute and brave she is, but she has no way of responding. Due to the blindfold, it's hard to tell who's touching her when, but her body sure gets a lot of touching! She writhes in agony when she's occasionally tickled. Her butt is touched frequently too -- she can't tell by whom. Didn't Tyler say no touching her private parts? Where is he now? Whatever the case, she has no way of preventing it. And her butt isn't just touched -- someone actually runs a finger up and down her butt-crack a few times. Who did that? Was nobody watching? Well, at least it was only her butt! No wait... she jumps... someone has touched her vagina! And now her nipples have been gently pinched! Who did this? This in an outrage! She makes noises through her gag and that touching stops for a while. More hands start feeling her... this time staying away from her vagina... her butt and chest aren't as lucky though. She relents and doesn't complain about that, just hoping they stay away from her vagina.

"Fred! Come on!" Fred was just scolded by her mother, just after she felt something wet in her ear. Did he lick her ear? Yuck!

"Okay, guys, I think that's enough... I just had an idea for one more exciting thing, though, so if you'd all take your seats for a moment."

Tyler starts playing with the contraption some more. It turns out that there are also chains which an extend from underneath the platform. He brings two such chains up onto the platform and extends them until they're able to attach themselves to Emma's wrist-cuffs. Then, simultaneously, he loosens the top chains as he retracts the bottom chains, forcing her hands down and to her sides. Then he unlocks the top chains. He reattaches one of them to her collar, while he retracts the other one completely back into the pole.

Tyler turns the contraption around so that Emma's back is towards the audience. Then he gets up onto the platform and starts rubbing and massaging Emma's body. He presses his front into hers as he massages her back. Then, while working on her shoulders, he slowly slips the shoulder straps of Emma's swimsuit off of her shoulders. This makes Emma gasp and jump -- not knowing what he's planning on doing to her. He's not going to let them all see her naked is he? The thought terrifies her and she struggles in her bonds. If that's what he has in mind, though, there's nothing she can do to stop him -- her arms are pulled taught down at her sides, while her neck's chain is forcing her to remain standing perfectly vertically -- she can't even reach her butt or vagina with her hands!

"Don't worry Emma, they're not going to see you naked," he whispers in her ear. She calms down a bit and allows him to continue. He presses his body into hers. "Keep your body pressed into mine," he tells her. He continues to slip her straps down her arms until the suit is no longer covering her chest. The only thing preventing anyone from seeing her naked chest is Tyler's body. She squirms and mumbles a bit when she realizes he's taking her suit down even more. She thought he said they wouldn't see her naked, but only a few more inches and her butt would be uncovered! Tyler ignores her body language and keeps going down.

Someone in the audience whistles. "Keep going Tyler," Uncle Fred encourages. Emma wonders why her parents aren't saying anything.

"It's sure been a while since I've seen her naked," her father remarks. Emma realizes that her parents wouldn't object to Tyler's stripping her completely naked if he wanted to. All he can do is hope that she doesn't.

The suit is at the very top of her butt-crack. Tyler pauses. Emma holds her breath, hoping that he won't continue. Then she feels him pull her suit out, away from her butt. Tyler inserts his hand underneath her suit, laying it against her bare butt. He feels her crack with his fingers for a split second, and then gripping her ass in his palm he swiftly gives her suit another pull downwards. It clears her butt completely. The only thing protecting her butt from their view is Tyler's hand. But he's careful to keep his hand there -- in fact, when he doesn't need the other hand to pull her suit off, that one joins the one on her butt, giving her even more consealment. "That's it, folks -- all I'm going to show you. Sorry for not showing you the rest, but it wouldn't be right."

The men in the audience groan and complain, but their mother claps her hands and says "bravo". Tyler continues holding his sister like that for a while as his father films her body from up close. Then Tyler pulls her suit back up over her butt and takes his hand away. Emma breathes a sigh of relief. He continues pulling the suit up until the straps are once again over her shoulders.

"Okay, Emma, we're done. You did great!" Tyler says and begins to release her. He starts with the blindfold, then the gag. Then he kneels and unlocks her ankles, and gets up and releases her wrists.

He sighs. "I kind of wish I didn't ever have to release you," he says, running his finger around her neck touching her collar. He gives her a tight hug and kiss, and a little tickle, and then unlocks the chain attached to her collar. "There you are -- all free. Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for brave Emma, please! Emma, go out and meet the audience." He gives her a gentle push sending her towards their parents.

The adults hug her and compliment her on being so brave. They ask her a bunch of questions, how she felt when he did this, how she felt when he did that... In the meantime Tyler wheels his contraption back behind the curtain. He returns with a table similar to the one she was introduced on -- except this one's shaped a little differently. It's lower and wider, and the box-cover it has on it is also shorter... she knows it's intended for her, and she knows she won't be able to do anything but lie down when inside that box.

"I'm glad you guys liked the show," Tyler says walking to the 'audience'. "And I'm sure Emma's enjoying chatting with you, but she's got to be really warn out from all the excitement. I should put her away and let her rest a bit. Come on, Emma." Without waiting for her to agree, he takes her by the wrist and leads her towards the table. She thought her bondage session was over, but now she knows she's about to be locked inside a box again. Still, she doesn't resist.

He guides her onto the table and has her lie down on her stomach, bending her legs up behind her. Once she's in position, Tyler locks a short chain to her collar -- until now she just assumed Tyler overlooked unlocking it. The chain short chain's other end is attached to the table. "Get some rest sweet Emma," he says, stroking her hair and kissing her on the cheek. "And keep your legs bent like that so your cover will fit." She watches as he lowers the cover on top of her. Then -- complete darkness. She hears a few clicking sounds and knows the cover is latched in place -- not that she would be able to get away anyway -- the chain on her neck prevents that.

She feels the table being moved -- Tyler has moved it behind the curtain. She hopes she'll at least get to see what else is behind there when Tyler finally frees her.

She waits and waits. She hears them talking and laughing. They give Tyler a lot of compliments. Then everything goes silent -- she assumes they left the room. She waits some more and eventually she actually does drift off to sleep.

She wakes up feeling someone rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. Feeling kind of groggy she opens her eyes and sees Tyler. Forgetting about the collar, she tries to sit up. "Hold on..." Tyler cautions, and unlocks the collar from her neck. He rubs her neck for a moment and then she sits up on the now-uncovered table. Tyler uses a finger to wipe a little strand of drool from the corner of her mouth, and she laughs.

"Have a nice rest?" he asks her, playfully poking her in the gut.

"Yes, Master," she responds with a giggle. They both laugh. Then they hug. Emma notices that the table has been moved back to the audience's side of the curtain. Pity, she doesn't get the opportunity to see what else is behind the curtain.

"I had so much fun," Tyler says. "Thanks so much."

"Me too," she says. "I'm glad you didn't let me go when I asked for it."

"Really? I was just about to ask your forgiveness for that, and for hurting you to get your wrists collared."

"No, don't apologize, you were right -- I had no right to disobey. And I had so much fun, it's a good thing you didn't let me go then. Looks like the master knows what the slave wants better than the slave herself!" She laughs again.

Tyler hugs her some more. "Actually, I don't really think of you as a slave, more like a pet. Pets are kept on leashes and in cages and stuff, but they're kept mainly for playing with. That's the way I feel with you... like you're a pretty canary, or a cute little bunny-rabbit, or something like that."

"Well I'm glad I can be your bunny-rabbit. You're every pet's dream for a master!"

Tyler climbs up onto the table and sits beside her, and the two cuddle for a while.

A little while later their mother walks into the garage. "Tyler, you'd better take your slave and get her dressed if you're going to allow her to come out to dinner with us!"

"Oh, right Mom, I forgot. Oh, and she's not my slave -- she's my pet." He strokes her head as he says this.

Their mother laughs. "That's sweet. But even if she's a pet, she has to wear clothes to the restaurant, and remember it's formal."

"Okay Mom, I'll take care of it," says Tyler. He waits until Julia leaves the room, then he hops off the table and holds his hand out for Emma. "Come on," he says. "Uncle Fred enjoyed our act so much that he's taking us all out to dinner. Can I pick out a dress for you?"

"Sure," says Emma, happily. She lets him help her jump off the table, and the two scamper off to her bedroom, hand-in-hand.

Tyler picks out her outfit, complete with tights and the ribbons she's to put in her hair, and stays in her room while she gets dressed. He turns around while she takes off her swimsuit and dons the dress, of course.

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Over dinner, Fred talks a lot about the 'show', while the twins' parents caution him to be quiet, not to let the other people hear about it. Fred thinks they should make money by selling the video. The rest of them are not so sure about that.

"Well, at least let me take the tapes home and do a nice editing job for you -- remember I used to work in the video business."

"I guess that's up to Tyler," the father says.

Tyler thinks for a moment. "Yeah, okay, go ahead, but promise you won't show them to anyone without my permission first. And as much as possible, try not to show our faces."

"Deal!" says Fred, holding out his hand to shake Tyler's. Emma thinks it's a little strange that they didn't ask for her permission as well, especially as she's the 'main character' in the videos. But she doesn't say anything.

The family happily eats dinner together. Of course, the twins sit next to each other, and most of the time are holding hands. Some of the time Tyler rests his hand on Emma's thigh. And although Emma would like to do the same to his, she thinks she's not allowed to without first asking his permission, and doesn't want to do that in front of everyone.

"Can I be excused?" Emma asks at one point. "I need to use the restroom."

"Don't ask us," her mother responds. "Ask your master!"

Emma thinks that's quite peculiar, but shrugs and does so. "Master, may I be excused to go to the restroom?"

Tyler laughs. "Yes you may, pet, but hurry back immediately."

She climbs over him to get out of the booth. He tickles her in the side as she passes over him, and she falls onto his lap.

"I wouldn't tickle me now -- I might pee on you!" she says and they both laugh.

He grabs her wrist just before she goes and asks her, "Number one or number two?"

She's surprised by the question, but answers truthfully. "Number one."

"Okay, you have seven minutes... if you're not back in seven, I'll punish you when we get home. Ready... go!"

Emma scampers off. She wonders what authority he has to punish her for anything now -- their game's over. She figures he's just joking with her so she doesn't say anything. Still, she makes sure to return just in the nick of time.

"You made it -- you're lucky!" Tyler says as she climbs back over him. "Oh, and I guess it's safe to tickle you now!" He tickles her, and again she falls into his lap. He tickles her for a few good seconds while she begs him to stop. Finally he does, and she sits back down beside him.

They finish dinner and go home.

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When they get home, Tyler invites Emma to his room to hang out. They sit on his bed and just talk -- not so much about their 'game', but about everything and anything: school, friends, TV shows, books... they're both tired so they lie down while they talk, and eventually they both fall asleep -- still on his bed. Their parents notice them sleeping together on his bed -- still in their clothes, and take a few pictures of them before covering them up with a blanket and turning out the light.

The next day they're very tired at school. Again!