BABY SITTER: GIRL VERSION

BY OCTAVE

[ part 2 ]

I awoke early, eager for Brighton's sisters to come over. I got out of bed and didn’t even put on any clothes. Brighton already had my breakfast ready, and I ate, rather quickly.

"When are your sisters coming over?" I asked him.

"They should be here about now." And just as he finished talking someone knocked at the kitchen door. Brighton opened the door and there were his sisters. He had told me the oldest, Shawn, was eleven and the youngest, Marla, nine. Brighton introduced me to them, then asked, "Where would you girls like to be tied up?"

We all shrugged our shoulders. "OK. How about the bedroom with the double bed?"

We all ran upstairs, Brighton trailing behind with his large bag filled with bondage goodies.

"OK, my little sisters, strip."

Since I was already naked, the sisters quickly stripped. The sisters had been wearing nothing but shorts and tube top as well, so it only took seconds to take them off. Being girls, we naturally looked each other over, comparing our breasts which, at that age, didn't really matter.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your backs."

We obeyed him immediately. "Now, on the bed, face up, all three of you." The bed, actually a king size, held the three of us fine, but shoulders and hips touched the shoulders and hips of the next girl. I was in the middle, so my body touched the other two.

Brighton then proceeded to tightly tie our ankles, and each in turn rolled us to our stomachs, pushed our feet down as close to our butts as possible and tied them to our hands, hog tying us. He then made us open our mouths by pinching our ass cheeks in turn, and putting ball gags in our mouths, so we couldn't speak, nor even make much sound.

"Bye now. Have fun." And he left, leaving us naked and completely tied up. We couldn't move; the sisters, if they tried, would fall off either side of the bed. I couldn't because of the sisters, one on each side of me. Basically all we could do was move our heads to look at each other. We didn't know how long Brighton would keep us tied up. There was no clock in the bedroom to count down the time. The problem was, it wasn't long before I had to go pee, and there was nothing I could do. I screamed through my gag to try to get Brighton's attention, but the muffled sounds weren't loud enough to even leave the room, much less make their way down the stairs to Brighton. The more I tried to hold back, the more I had to go pee. I began to move as much as possible to try to ease the pressure on my bladder, but then the sisters pushed against me to keep from falling off the sides of the bed. I couldn't tell them what was wrong and why I was moving the way I was. It got to the point where I couldn't hold it any longer, but held it I did, somehow, until finally the urge passed. And still we continued to remain hog tied next to each other.