BIG SIS TIES UP LITTLE SIS

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Hi! My name is Lacey. I was ten years old when this happened and my big sister, Tracy, was fourteen. She never played with me after she turned ten. I love my sister so much, but she just ignored me all the time. She acted like she was the only child living here. That is until this Special Day.

I was playing in my room. I wore a pair of yellow shorts, pink panties and blue tank top, and I was barefoot. It was summer, so it was pretty not. Tracy and I both had our own air conditioners, as did mom and dad. Anyway, our folks left about noon to spend the day shopping and would be gone until after 10:00 pm.

Tracy, also dressed in the same type of clothes (she had to wear a bra to school because her breasts were growing and were just above small, and when we went out with mom and dad, but at home she never bothered, and I could see her dark brown nipples pressing against her too tight white tank top). She too was barefoot.

“Hey, little sis, what’s up?”

Startled, I turned around (my back was to the door) and just looked at her, kinda frozen in place. “I was just playing with Barbie.”

“Would you like to come into my room?”

WOW! I had never been invited into her room before! “Sure, Tracy, I’d really like that. What will we do?”

She looked around, saw my games. She went over and picked out one – LIFE.

“How about a game of LIFE?”

“Sure, Tracy.” I got up and followed her into her room. She was a beautiful girl, with orange-red hair (both on her head and in her other area below her belly), deep green eyes and freckles covered her from head to foot. Yep, even down there, even on her butt. I had blond hair and blue eyes. No freckles, no hair down there.

We set up the game, and it only took us about thirty minutes to play it since there were only two of us playing. We put the game away, and Tracy said, “OK, now how about a game I’d like to play?”

“Sure, Tracy, anything. What’s it called?”

“Tie Up Your Little Sister. All the older girls who have little sisters play it. I want to tell them I have a little sister who plays it as well.”

“What do I need to do?” I asked, kind of frightened at they way it sounded.

“First you have to take off all your clothes,” she told me.

I asked her why. She said that’s the way the game is played, and if I ever wanted her to play with me again I had better do it.

I loved my sister dearly, so I figured why not. After all, all girls look alike, and she had seen me naked plenty of times. In fact, on days like this, I probably would have been running around naked anyway. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Tracy often watched me running naked around the house and in the back yard where the privacy fence stood about eight feet high. It only took me seconds to strip. I pulled off my tank top, then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pulled them down with my panties. I kicked them all over away from me.

I now stood stark bare butt naked in front of my still dressed sister.

"OK, sweetie, lay down on the bed face down.” I obeyed, wondering what would happen next. Tracy got on the bed and straddled my legs. She pulled first my right wrist behind me, then my left, and tied them tightly together in a crossed fashion. It didn’t hurt, but when I tried to get my wrists free, I couldn’t. Tracy had tied me really well. Then she took another rope and tied it around my wrists, and with the long ends began to wrap it around my lower arms all the way to my elbows, making them meet. I had been taking gymnastics so that didn’t hurt too much either. She turned around and tied my ankles really tight, then tied my legs at the knees, both above and below. She helped me to stand, then tied my thighs together, finally wrapping lots of rope around my upper body to keep my arms to my sides. Lastly, she forced my mouth open when she tried to gag me. I didn’t want her to gag me. But by pinching my nipples really hard I screamed and she shoved a rolled up sock into my mouth, then tied another around my head to keep it in. In fact, when she did this, it forced the sock even further into my mouth, forcing my teeth completely over the outside.

“Well, this is the game, Tie Up Your Little Sister. How do you feel, sis? This isn’t so bad is it?”

I nodded, trying to tell her to let me loose, but all that came out were muffled gibberish. She pulled me to her, lay me down on the bed face up, straddled my legs facing away from me, and began to tickle my feet and toes. I giggled as hard as I could through the severe gag, moving my feet back and forth.

“This will never do. I can’t have you moving your feet around. Let me see. Oh, yes. I have it.” And I watched as she brought out a very long shoestring, then tied my big toes with it, tying the ends first around my toes, then around my already tied ankles with the rest pulling my toes back toward my ankles. Now I was truly helpless. She got back onto the bed, straddled me as she did before, and began to tickle my bare feet all over again. This time, I couldn’t move them at all. I couldn’t take it. But I had to. Tracy looked back at my face, saw me turning really red. She stopped, giving me a break.

“Now, you just lay there and don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in a little bit.”

So she left me there completely naked, tied and helpless, and gagged. Maybe, if I could get the door open before she came back. So I wriggled myself around until I managed to get to my feet. I hopped over to the closed door, and with my bound hands tried to turn the knob. Because of they way I was tied, I couldn’t get it turned. Just then my sister returned, and when she opened the door it pushed me down on the floor face down. It hurt, but not too bad. Her floor had nice thick carpeting on it, as did mine. She picked me up, and told me, “Naughty little sister. Little sister shouldn’t try to get away. Just for that, Big sister has to spank Little sister.”

Spank? NO! Not a spanking! Neither mom nor dad had ever spanked me. I don’t know what a spanking feels like. Now my sister is going to spank me on my bare butt, and I can’t do a thing about it! She picked me up and carried me over to the bed. She sat down, then turned me over her knee face down with my butt positioned so it stuck straight up in the air. She ran her hands over my little cheeks, and she moaned. It felt good to me, too. Very lightly, she continued with running her hands back and fort, up and down, in a circle, on my bottom. I thought maybe she had forgotten about the spanking. But the spanking took second place to what she did next. She parted my butt cheeks, and I knew what she was looking at! My little puckered rear hole! I squirmed when she did this, but she held on too tightly for me to get away. She must have kept my cheeks parted with one hand, for I felt a finger touch me there. I wriggled again. She pulled away, then felt something wet being rubbed onto my little anus. She rubbed it all over my anus, then put a finger there, and began to very slowly ease it in. NO! I screamed through my gag. NO! NO! NO! But even as I struggled, I realized it just helped her move her finger farther into my rear passage. Finally she stopped. Her finger was as far in as it would go. I could feel it there, not moving, not yet. The more she left it there, the more it felt good. Soon she began to move it in and out, in and out. Oh God, I wanted her to do it more and more, faster and faster. She must have read my thoughts, for she did this very thing. The sensations moving through me were indescribable. I wriggled some more, this time trying to move against her, i.e. as she pushed in, I pushed up; as she pulled out, I pushed my bottom down. She must have done this for about ten or fifteen minutes. I didn’t know what my body was telling me, but it was great, whatever it was. Then she stopped, and instantly pulled it out. I screamed through my gag when she did this, and I felt completely empty.

“Ah, now it’s time for your spanking. And, I’m going to give you double what I was going to give you, because you enjoyed my finger in your anus way too much. So, instead of ten swats with my hand, you get twenty, ten on each butt cheek. Ready, here I go.”

Blow after blow of her hand smacked each cheek in turn, hurting more and more each time. I was crying, both from the pain and from the pleasure I had just experienced. The two now seemed to become one. I could hear the hard slap of her hand. I could feel my butt burning, becoming crimson. Finally she stopped and stood me up facing her. She reached up and tweaked my nipples, not really hard, but hard enough to hurt (good). She took me by the arm and made me hop to her dresser and stand in front of the full-length mirror nailed to the wall beside it. I looked at myself. God, how much I loved seeing myself completely naked and tied up and gagged. She got a large hand mirror and held it so I could see my butt in the other one. My bottom was just as red as I thought it was. She took my by the arm again and laid me down on the bed, face up. She got on and straddled my legs, facing me. She never took her clothes off, though I could see her nipples hard and erect. I saw a wet spot in the middle of her shorts, in her crotch. I wondered what happened. Has she let some pee leak out? I stared. She laughed, said don’t worry, you will learn about that in just a few minutes. I didn’t know what she meant until she started to play with my little nipples peeking from between the ropes. I squealed and squirmed, but little good it did me. She moved down a little farther. She ran her hand down my belly, played with my belly button. She got off the bed, and finally took off her clothes. I hadn’t seen my sister naked since about when she was ten. But now, I could see her half-cantaloupe breasts hanging in the air, pointy nipples sticking straight out. I could see her down there, and could tell her sparse hair was a little damp. She got back on the bed, and straddled my chest, her butt in my face. Her legs were spread far enough apart I could see her pale anus just peeking from between her butt cheeks, a little of what hair she had down there. Then, when she bent over I could see her all down there. She bent down and . . .

Oh God! Her tongue on my (pussy) lips down there! Moving back and forth across my little slit, finding what my girl friends knew to be the clitoris. I began to buck and bounce on her bed, barely able to control myself. She continued to lick, then rose up and put a finger there, and slid it in.

“Oh, my dear Little sister, you are so wet down there inside, I don’t have to use spit to get you wet like I did your anus.”

Her finger slipped in easily, and began to move in and out, while she made certain my clit did not get ignored. Soon, I could do nothing but shake and buck and scream. Suddenly, I shivered, tensed, and did this several times.

“Well, Lacey, you just had the first orgasm of your life. Now, you must make me cum as well. I will remove your gag only if you don’t say anything at all. Agreed?”

I nodded.

“Good.” She removed my gag, allowing me to get some very deep breaths at last.

“I am going to move my cunt over your mouth, and you must use your tongue and mouth to make me orgasm. Here I come,” and she slid up until her (pussy) was directly over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, just barely touching her slit. She groaned. It didn’t taste too bad. I licked again, she groaned again. Soon, I was licking and nibbling at her labia and clit, sticking my tongue as far into her as I could. Soon, she tensed, shivered, tensed more, shivered more, then relaxed, dropping her (pussy) directly onto my mouth, covering my nose as well. I couldn’t breathe. I yelled and screamed and bucked, and finally got the message.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry. Are you OK?” I merely nodded, knowing not to say anything.

She rolled me to my stomach and replaced the gag. Then she did something else. She also blindfolded me with a very long knee sock of hers, long enough to wind around my head three times to make sure I couldn’t see, then tied it tightly behind my head. Finally, she put me closer to the foot of her bed, and tied my ankles again, this time tying the ends to each of the two foot posts. I could partially roll over, but I couldn’t get up.

“Well, Little sister, have fun. I will see you about 9:00 pm when I will untie you. Love you, little sweetheart.”

I didn’t know what time it was when she left me, but it seemed like ages. I got hungry, thirsty, and had to pee really badly. I jerked around, hopefully the ties holding me there would slip free. Of course, that was hope beyond hope. I cried into my gag I had to pee so badly. I could barely move, and if my sister were actually downstairs, then she would never hear me. If she stayed to watch me, maybe she would take the hint.

Hours passed when she finally returned. She untied my ankles, my knees, my thighs. Next she removed my blindfold. I couldn’t wait for her any longer, I rushed to my bathroom and peed, my arms and wrists still bound, and still gagged. Tracy followed me in, and watched as I peed, and it seemed like it took ten minutes to get it all out, though probably it was only a couple of minutes. When I finished, I looked down there, then at the toilet paper, then at Tracy. She got the hint, and wiped me clean. Right there in my bathroom she untied me the rest of the way and removed my gag.

“Hey, for being such a good sport, would you like to take a shower with me? A nice, long hot (but not too hot) one?”

“That would be great, Tracy.”

Come on, let’s go to my bathroom. It has a bigger shower than your room does.”

Tracy bathed me, soaped me really good, played with my nipples, teased my anus, and made me orgasm again.

“Would you like to be tied up again?” she asked me.

I gulped, then finally said, “Yes, Tracy, I would love to be tied up again. Only, if you could spread my legs somehow, but tied really really tight, tighter than you did today. Make my legs spread as far apart as you can, as if I were doing the splits. I want the pleasure as well as the pain. I am your torture slave. I love you, Tracy,” and hugged her, both of us naked.

She didn’t answer, but only smiled. I knew.