By sub01

I caught up with Carol downstairs in the kitchen just as she was dialing the phone.  I reached out and pressed the disconnect button, ending her call before she could even finish dialing.  "Oh no you don't," I growled.

Carol stared at me in surprise.  "Brian!  How dare you?"

How dare I?  I frowned.  How dare she!  Making my sweet Mary do this.  "Put the phone down, Carol."

She smiled.  "And why should I do that, Brian?"

"Because you're not going to call him."

Carol studied me with amusement for a moment, as if she couldn't tell if I was kidding or not.  Then she smiled and began dialing again.  "I am going to call him, Brian.  And then I'm going to take you upstairs and find you a nice little belt, just like your sister's.  That'll teach you."

I put my hand over hers, stopping her from dialing.  "I told you to hang up the phone, Carol.  You're not calling him.  And that's final."

Carol smiled sweetly.  "You're testing my patience, Brian."

I bristled.  She looked so smug, so damn sure of herself.  "That's not all I'm going to test, you bitch."

"Oooh!"  Carol seemed amused.  "It looks like Mary's little brother is getting jealous!  Well, we can't have you ruining things, Brian.  I think we'd better restrain you."  She hung up the phone.  "Come along upstairs and let's find you some nice cuffs.  And maybe even a gag for good measure.  After all, we can't have you disrupting your sister's fun."

Carol moved to brush past me but I caught her wrist.  "Not so fast, you bitch."  Carol giggled, but it was a halfhearted giggle as if she wasn't sure if I was kidding or not.  But I wasn't kidding, and now I pushed her back against the counter, trapping her there.

"Oooh... what's gotten into you, Brian?"  Carol smiled up at me as I held her against the counter.  "You weren't like this last night."

No, I wasn't.  But last night had been new and strange, and I'd been horny, and I hadn't had time to reflect -- really reflect -- on just what Carol had done to my sister.  I'd been jealous, yes, but not half as much as I was now.  Not a tenth as much.

Carol's eyes searched my own, her amusement obvious.  "I can see why Mary's so infatuated with you, Brian.  You're cute when you're angry."

"I'm not angry... just horny."  And bitter of course.  And jealous.  And so many other things.

"Well, you'll just have to wait."

"Or maybe I'll just have to take it from you," I said, tightening my grip on Carol's wrist.

Her smile faltered, but just for a second.  "Oooh... is that a threat, Brian?"

Damn her, she was so smug and amused!  "Not a threat, Carol.  Just a thought."

Carol twisted gently, trying -- but not too hard -- to break free of my grip.  "I think you're forgetting who's who around here, Brian."

"Actually, I'm not.  Mary's my sister, and I'm her horny brother... and you're just a twisted bitch who needs to be taught a thing or two."

Carol's smile really did falter now.  "A what!?"

I smiled.  "You heard me, Carol.  It's about time someone put you in your place."

"You're crazy."  A smile tugged at Carol's lips.  "And out of line.  If you're not careful, Brian, I may not let you fuck your sister again, ever."

How amusing.  Now who was threatening who?

"No threat, Brian."  Carol was smiling again, but it was a devious smile now, sly.  "Your sister's mine, whether you like it or not.  The sooner you get that through your head, the better.  And the more fun we'll have.  Now let me go, and maybe I'll overlook your insolence and spare you your punishment."

I gripped Carol's wrist tighter, making her wince.  "And you need to get this through your head, Carol:  Mary's not yours, not any more.  I'm taking her back."

"You're what?"

"I'm taking her back.  And I'm taking you with her."

Carol laughed.  "Now I know you're crazy, Brian!"

Maybe I was.  But I was also excited, and suddenly anxious to see Carol pay for having tormented my sister and I.  I gripped her wrist still tighter, forcing her arm behind her back.  We were close now, so close that I could feel her breath on my neck, and smell her sweet perfume.  I tried to grab her other wrist but she managed to wriggle it away.

"Brian, what are you doing?"

"What I should have done yesterday."

Carol tried to pull her wrist away, but I held her tight.  "What's that?" she asked quietly.

I pressed forward, pinning Carol harder against the sink.  My erection pressed against her belly, my chest against hers, and I felt a surge of lust.  I moved my knee between her legs, pressing my thigh to her crotch.  She was starting to look flushed.  I knew that look.  It was a look of shameful, embarrassed arousal.  I'd seen it before many times in my sister's eyes.

"I told you.  I'm going to put you in your place, just like you deserve.  Just like you need..."

"You're crazy, Brian.  Now let me go."

Her denial was for some reason delightfully amusing to me.  "Then why aren't you struggling?"

"I am!"  Carol tried to pull free of my grip again, but still not nearly as hard as she surely could have.

"Nonsense.  You're excited by this, aren't you Carol?  By the thought of me having you, just like you've had Mary.  By the thought of me taking you..."

"I'm not!"

I chuckled.  "Then you're not wet?"

"No," she said softly.  "Of course not."

With my free hand I reached down between Carol's legs.  Before she could protest or defend herself I pulled her skirt up in front and thrust my hand between her legs, feeling her panties.  I smiled.  Not only was she wet, she was soaked.

"Well, well... not wet, huh?"

Carol pursed her lips but didn't say anything.  If she had been blushing before, now she was beet red.

"Well, we can take care of that," I chuckled. 

"We can?"

"Yes.  Just as soon as you put your other hand behind your back."

"Brian, don't be silly.  I'm not going to--"

"I'm not asking you," I told Carol firmly.  "I'm telling you.  Now, hands behind your back."

She was already halfway there, with me gripping her one wrist behind her back.  I could see her thinking about it... seriously thinking about it.  I tightened my grip on her wrist and forced her arm higher behind her back, making her wince.  At the same time I dug my fingers into her cunt roughly, right through her panties.  "You need someone to put you in your place," I hissed.  "Someone to take you like you've taken my sister."

Carol blushed.  I could see in her eyes her embarrassment, but even more than that her excitement.  I wondered briefly if anyone had ever treated her like this.  Probably not.  I imagined Carol wasn't one to let anyone -- man or woman -- take the upper hand with her very easily.  But now she seemed right on the verge of doing just that.  She looked around with a furtive glance, as if making sure we were alone.  I could see the indecision in her face, the concern in her eyes... and the arousal.  And then she was whispering to me anxiously.

"Mary can't know, okay Brian?"

"Just put your hand behind your back, Carol.  Or do I have to make you?"  I twisted her wrist harder and Carol gasped.

"Ow!  Okay, Brian!  You're hurting me!"

"I'll hurt you worse if you don't hurry up and do what I told you to."

There was a moment's hesitation, and then Carol quietly relented and let me pull her other hand behind her back.  I felt a triumphant surge of lust.  "I knew it," I chuckled.

Carol avoided my gaze, obviously embarrassed.  "Mary can't know about this, okay Brian?"

I didn't say anything.  Instead I reached for a dishtowel that lay on the counter.

"What are you doing?" Carol asked suspiciously.

"Nothing you don't deserve," I told her with a smile as I looped the dishtowel around her crossed wrists.

I imagine that Carol didn't think a dishtowel would be very effective for binding her wrists.  She didn't struggle, and in fact she even smiled with a bit of amusement as I went about securing her wrists behind her back.  But growing up with Mary we often had to make do with such mundane household items, and dishtowels and other fabrics had been favorites for tying each other up.  Now all the old techniques and tricks came rushing back to me as I looped the dishtowel tightly around Carol's wrists in a figure eight arrangement.  I tightly wrapped the end of the dishtowel a couple times around itself where it crossed in the middle between her wrists and then I tied it off, leaving Carol bound quite effectively.  Actually, more than effectively.  As she tugged at her bindings, first tentatively and then with greater effort, I saw an excited realization dawning in her wide eyes.  It reminded me of the look I had seen in my sister's eyes the first time I tied her up so long ago.

"Oh my God..."

I chuckled.  "Try to get free," I suggested.

"I... I can't!"  Carol was really trying now.  As she struggled at her bindings I went in search of another dishtowel.  I found one in a drawer, and when I turned back to her Carol was eyeing me warily.  "I think you should untie me... okay Brian?"

"Okay," I chuckled.  "Give me your wrists."

Carol turned away from me and offered me her bound wrists.  But instead of untying her, I slipped the second dishtowel around the first, knotting it securely between her wrists so a long tail of dishtowel hung down from her wrists.  Then I guided her back against the counter.  Whistling softly, more to tease Carol than anything, I threaded the dangling tail of the dishtowel through a pair of cabinet door handles below the counter and pulled it tight, knotting it off to itself as Carol squealed in surprise.

"Brian!"

"There now, is that better?"

"No!"  Carol pulled at her bindings, but she was now tethered to the cabinets and couldn't take more than a step away.  As she struggled I slipped my hand down between her legs again and pulled her skirt up in front.  She tried to squirm away, but not too hard.

"Brian!  Untie me right now!"

I pressed my palm against Carol's crotch, rubbing her through her soaked panties.  "Okay Carol, I'll untie you.  Just ask me nicely."

Carol hesitated.  "Brian, please..."

I rubbed her pussy slowly, teasingly, moving up so my thumb was on her clit through the thin fabric.  "Yes, Carol?"

She blushed.  When she spoke again, her voice was barely a whisper.  "Please... please don't stop."

I smiled.  "Don't stop what?" I teased her.

"Don't... don't stop rubbing me," Carol said softly.

"Rubbing your what?"

"My... my crotch."

I smiled.  "Use the right words," I told Carol softly.  "Just like you taught my sister."

She blushed.  "My... my pussy, Brian."

I squeezed her crotch, pressing my thumb hard on her clit and delighting in how she tensed and gasped.  "That's not the right word, Carol.  Try again."

"My cunt!" Carol gasped.  "God damn you, Brian.  My cunt!"

I laughed and relaxed my grip, rubbing her gently again.  "And don't you forget it."  I kept masturbating her through her panties for a long moment as she glared at me, and then finally I slipped my hand from between her legs.  Carol's glare softened into a pleading look.

"Didn't you cum?" I teased.

"Not yet!" she whimpered.

"Would you like to?"

"Yes!"

"Beg me then."

Carol hesitated.  A grin crept across her face.  "I think you have it backwards, Brian.  I don't beg you... you beg me.  Remember last night?"

"So you won't beg?"

"Nope," Carol smiled.  "So you may as well untie me."

I shrugged.  "Suit yourself."  If she didn't want an orgasm – and I probably wasn't going to give it to her anyway, even if she did beg – then that was fine with me.  I had other things in mind anyway.

I reached for the top button on her blouse.  Carol tried to twist away, smiling playfully, but with her wrists bound and tethered behind her and me pressing up against her front she was rather well trapped against the counter.  "What are you doing, Brian?"

"You have such lovely tits, Carol.  It's a shame to keep them covered up..."

I slowly unbuttoned Carol's blouse, in no particular hurry.  I took my time and used the opportunity to explore her deliciously large breasts, touching and cupping and stroking, even pinching a little.  She didn't say a thing, but I could tell she was aroused... and getting more so by the moment.

With the last of her buttons undone I slipped her blouse off her shoulders.  I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust as her blouse slipped free, revealing a modest, plain white cotton bra.  I slipped her blouse down further until it hung up on her bound wrists.

Carol smiled tauntingly.  "Now what?" she teased me.  "Now you'll have to untie me.  How else will you get my blouse off?"

I smiled.  "But Carol, that's what scissors are for."  I had seen a pair lying nearby on the counter and now I reached for them.  Carol watched apprehensively as I snipped the scissors a couple times in the air.

"You wouldn't!" she said softly.

"Oh?"  I pulled her blouse so I could get a clear shot at it but she twisted away, wide eyed with concern.

"Brian!  Don't!"

I tried again, and again Carol twisted away.

"You'd better stand still," I told her with a smile.  "If you keep squirming like that you're likely to get stuck."

Carol froze, wide eyed.  This time when I moved the scissors close she remained still.  Wide eyed, but still.  I didn't waste any time cutting away at her blouse.  The silky fabric was so thin that with a couple snips it dropped free from her bound wrists and pooled around her feet.

"Brian!  That was my favorite blouse!"

I smiled at Carol, delighted that it should have been her favorite.  It seemed somehow just.  "Well, now it's your favorite ruined blouse," I chuckled.  I admired her for a second and then moved the scissors to her bra strap, smiling with amusement.  "You know, Carol, you never should have messed with Mary's jealous brother.  You never should have tormented me so cruelly last night."

"Brian, wait..."

I didn't wait.  With a few quick snips I made quick work of Carol's bra.  As it joined her ruined blouse on the floor her large breasts sagged free.  My lust for her surged.  Oh God, her tits looked so perfect, so luscious, so inviting.  And now so wonderfully, gloriously naked...

I couldn't help but stand back and admire Carol for a moment as she stood there barefoot and topless, wearing only her skirt, her wrists bound helplessly behind her.  She was so wide eyed and flushed.  So obviously, and ashamedly, aroused.  There was no hiding it, no mistaking the flush in her cheeks and the shameful excitement in her eyes.  It was an expression I'd seen often on Mary's face, one which I knew well by now.  It was the look of a woman who was about to relinquish herself to something she wanted desperately, deep down inside, but which she also knew she wasn't supposed to want.  I slipped my arms around her waist and pressed up against her, stealing a brief kiss as I enjoyed the feel of her luscious breasts against my chest.  So soft.  So wonderfully exotic.

"Brian, I--"

I stopped Carol with a finger on her lips.  Before she could protest I slipped down to kneel before her, reaching around behind her to unzip her skirt and then pulling it down around her ankles.  I paused briefly to plant a kiss on her lovely midriff, then pulled her panties down as well.  When I looked up at her I saw unmistakable arousal in her eyes.

"What are you going to do now?" Carol asked me softly.

"I don't know," I smiled.  "What should I do?"

Carol blushed.  "Anything," she told me quietly.  "Anything you want, Brian.  Just this once, okay?"

"That's quite a different tune than last night," I chuckled.  Carol didn't say anything, only avoided my eyes.

"Maybe I should make you suck my cock."

Carol's lips twitched in a veiled smile, as if she liked that idea.

"Or maybe I should put you over the kitchen table and fuck you silly."

"I'd... I'd like that, Brian."

"Maybe even up your ass..."

The look on Carol's face was priceless.  "I don't do that!"

I smiled.  Of course she didn't.  Women like Carol didn't do that, at least not unless they wanted to.  They didn't have to.  But she'd made my Mary do that.  I leaned closer to Carol, my voice lower.  "Or maybe you'll tell me where the key to my sister's chastity belt is, and I'll go upstairs and fuck her instead..."

Carol hesitated a moment and then smiled.  "So that's what you want."

I smiled.  "Just tell me where it is."

"Not a chance, Brian," Carol chuckled.  "Her pussy's mine."

"So you won't tell me?"

Carol smiled smugly.  "Not a chance."

I couldn't help but smile.  "I was hoping you would say that..."