MUSICAL CAPTORS

BY JILL THE SUB

[ part 1 ]

Scott & Amanda

Standard Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Anyone unable to tell the difference between fiction & reality should seek professional help. This is adult in nature and not intended for viewing by minors, or anyone who could be harmed by reading it.

Scott entered his little sister’s room early in the morning, to get her up for school. Well before school, actually, because he wanted a chance to play with her a little before they had to leave to catch the bus. Scott had been spending a lot of time with his new girlfriend, and felt guilty for neglecting his sister. He & Amanda were practically inseparable up until he had started High School this year, now that they were attending different schools he saw her a lot less, and with his girlfriend taking up a lot of free time, it seemed like they were growing further apart.

Amanda was still sound asleep, and her dark brown hair and serious face looked adorable and innocent as Scott crept up beside her bed, quietly so as not to wake her. He reached out and took a lock of her hair and gently brushed just the tip of her nose with it. Her nose twitched, and he did it again. He kept tickling her gently with her own hair, first the nose, then the ear, then trailing gently along her lips, until she finally woke up from the tickling, itchy pestering.

Her eyes opened sleepily. “Hey, you.”

“Good morning, sleepy head.” And he kissed her cheek, and began tickling her sides and her ribs with his long, flexible fingers. She giggled and laughed and tried to roll away from his assault, and he just grabbed her and rolled her back and kept tickling.

“Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!” he said, his fingers dancing all over her skin, grabbing and pinching and prodding her ribs, and up in her armpits, and her neck, then suddenly down to her belly, then along her legs, then quick as a flash back up to her vulnerable, ticklish ribs.

She laughed and giggled, hysterically, until he had her practically shrieking with delight.

“Whoa! Not so loud! You’ll wake up mom and dad.”

She was laughing too hard, but trying to catch her breath to tell him something, but she couldn’t get the words out because she was laughing so hard, and that made it funnier and set her off again, louder than ever.

Scott startled and looked up as she shrieked loudly in her laughing fit, as if he expected his parents to angrily burst in right that moment to see what the noise was all about at this early hour of the morning. He quickly clapped his hand over Amanda’s mouth.

“Sshhhh, now, you’ll get us in trouble if you’re too loud.”

But with his other hand, he started tickling her sides again, keeping one hand securely over her mouth for safety’s sake. Then she struggled to get away, and he lost his grip on her. It looked like she was about to say something, but she was trying to get her breath back.

Scott took his hand off her mouth to pull her back to him and tickle her some more, which set off laughing again. If he didn’t use both hands to hold her, she’d get away, but if he didn’t keep his hand on her mouth, she’d wake up their parents. Thinking quickly, he pulled her blankets and bedcover up over her head for a moment. Then he got up and crossed to her dresser, and opened a drawer. He snatched up a soft, white handkerchief and a handful of brightly colored bandannas.

Amanda had gotten her breath back and untangled herself from her bedcovers. She was looking up at him, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes. “Scott, what I was trying to tell you before is I can’t….”

“Here you go, I’ve got just the thing,” Scott said, ignoring her. She claimed he ignored her all the time, which he claimed wasn’t true, but yet it still seemed to happen an awful lot. He had folded up the handkerchief into a nice, neat, compact square. “This will keep you from waking up the whole house!”

“But, you don’t have to do that because ulmmpfffff!!!!” as Amanda didn’t get to finish because Scott popped it into her mouth quick as a flash. Then he tied the red bandanna around her head, deftly knotted in the back, over her mouth to hold the hanky safely in place. “That’ll help keep you guiet so mom and dad can sleep. Now, where were we?” And he fell on top of her, pushing her back onto the bed, and his hands roamed her body, seeking out the most ticklish spots.

Now able to tickle without fear of parental interruption, Scott redoubled his assault, and had Amanda shrieking and squealing into the gag, making muted, muffled howls of laughter and joy. She kicked her feet, knocking her bed covers all around, and struggled to get away from the tickling assault. Scott kept up until he had her helplessly exhausted from laughing, sucking in air through her nose, unable to to get much oxygen from her packed mouth. She felt faint and giddy, and practically light headed.

He lay back on her small bed with her while she caught up her breath. “I know I haven’t been around much since school started, and I’ve been out with my girlfriend a lot, but after my date tonight, when Aunt Karen comes to pick us up, we’ll have the whole weekend together. We can play games or watch movies or whatever you want to do. I promise.”

That reminded Amanda of what she wanted to tell him. “Hmmrff,” she started, but then remembered she still had the gag on. Feeling silly for forgetting it, she reached up to pull it down.

“Oh no you don’t!!” Scott said in his playful mock-stern voice. “You’re still the prisoner of …The Tickle Monster!!!” and he started to tickle her over again. She shrieked and giggled and rolled this way and that to escape those knowing, kneading fingers that traveled all over her, but this assault didn’t last nearly as long as the last. After a brief tickle, just to let her know who was still in charge here, he said, “Come on, let’s get some breakfast.” And he rolled over her off the bed, then pulled her with him, off the bed and onto her feet. She was wearing white socks, and just the oversize “football jersey” style nightshirt, and (he naturally assumed) her panties. He, of course, had planned ahead so he was already dressed for school.

She again reached up to remove the gag, figuring that if they were going to breakfast, the tickle game was over. But he again caught her hand as she reached up. “Now, now, didn’t I just say you’re still my prisoner? We’d better do something about those hands.” He picked up the black & white bandanna. “Now cross your wrists.” Amanda sighed theatrically, but then shrugged & did so, and Scott tied her hands loosely in front of her with the bandanna. He moved behind her and placed a hand on each of her shoulders, pushing her in front of him. “Now, March!” and he guided his captive down to the kitchen for breakfast, after grabbing a handful of the bandannas & stuffing them in his back pocket, just in case.

Once in the kitchen, he realized he was going to have to let go of her to make his captive breakfast. So, he decided to let her watch cartoons while he was busy in the kitchen. He marched her over to the couch and pushed her backwards so she fell to sitting, and flicked the TV on to cartoons. “Now, don’t move or you won’t get breakfast!” And he took the remote control with him. Amanda knew she was only loosely tied and could probably squirm free with just a little effort, but she also knew he had to untie her for breakfast and to let her get dressed for school anyway, so a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt. Secretly, she was just glad he was paying attention to her again, he’d been so busy with his new girlfriend that the only one she got to see any more was their neighbor, Jill. Jill was in high school with Scott, but had more or less taken over Scott’s job of babysitting Amanda when their parents were out, since Scott was always off with his girlfriend. Maybe Jill would want to play “Prisoner” with her some night. Amanda leaned back against the couch and watched cartoons.

After a few minutes, Scott came back. He had breakfast baking in the oven and figured he had a few minutes before the timer chimed, so he’d enjoy his captive sister a little more while he could. Amanda had really grown up in the past year, and was just on the verge of starting puberty. It was hard not to notice. Some parts of Scott had noticed before his mind had, apparently, and the tickling game had awakened an almost painful erection. This was nothing really new, because Scott was at the stage of puberty where no one really had to be in the room for him to suddenly have a painful erection. Actually, it was almost a rarity for him not to have a painful erection.

He came back into the living room and sat down next to his prisoner. During commercial, he reached his arm around her waist, and took hold of her, and playfully pulled her up to sit on his lap, getting a free tickle in the maneuver. Amanda slid up onto his lap, and wriggle back against him to watch TV. She became aware that she wasn’t wearing anything except her pink panties and her football jersey-nightshirt…which wouldn’t concern her except it felt like she was sitting on the remote control, and it was poking her panties up into her buttcrack.

She wriggled a little bit to get off of it, not realizing that Scott had left the remote control in the kitchen when he was making breakfast. Amanda wriggling around on his lap didn’t make the erection any less painful…and there’s no telling what might have happened next if the timer hadn’t chimed at that moment…the same moment that keys rattled in the doorlock and their next door neighbor Jill walked in.