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MERRILL: POST ORDEAL [ part 1 ] When Merrill finally got home, she was ashamed to tell her family what she had gone through, but she knew they all must know. She hoped they understood. As she talked, sitting in a large soft easy chair, which could easily hold two of her, she told her tale, all in exquisite detail still wrapped in only the blanket. She cried as she told what had happened to her. Her brother went to her and climbed into the chair with her, pulled her to him, and held her. Her parents assured her she had done nothing wrong. If she hadn’t done what she had done, he would have kidnapped her anyway. “Do you guys mind if I go ahead and go to bed? I am really tired. He didn’t give me much of a chance to sleep, tied up like I was.” “No, go ahead, honey,” said her daddy. “We’ll talk about this some more later, when you have a chance to rest. Maybe you might think of something which you don’t remember right now.” “I want Beryl to come with me.” “Sure, sis. Let’s go.” As they left, he kept his arm around her. They climbed the stairs and he took her to her room. He pulled the blanket away from her, and she didn’t notice. She was too tired now to care about being naked in front of her own brother. He laid her down, and pulled the covers up over her. He kissed her on the forehead and told her goodnight. “NO! Don’t go!” and she grabbed his arm as he started to leave. “Please, stay with me. Take your clothes off and get into bed with me. Please.” Beryl thought it a little strange, but after the ordeal she had been through he thought it best to humor her. He stripped, not caring whether or not she saw him naked. He slid into bed with her. She scooted over, and laid her head on his hairless chest. “Beryl, I have to ask you something.” “What is it, Merrill?” “Well, I need, notice I said I need, to be tied up. I want you to tie my hands behind my back and my feet together, then hogtie me as well. And stay with me all night. Please. Do this for me.” Beryl slipped out of bed and went to his room where he pulled three robe ties from three of his several robes. He returned to her room, where he found her on top of the covers, her wrists behind her back and her feet together. He wasted no time in acceding to her wish, and in no time her wrists and ankles were tied very tightly. He then pulled her ankles back to touch her wrists, and tied them together as well. She was now tightly hogtied. “Lay with me, Beryl. And please don’t leave me. You can even touch me if you want to. I couldn’t stop you.” Beryl seemed shocked, but asked her, “Where do you want me to touch you?” He began to look at her as more than a sister. Her nipples were rather large for a 9yo, her private area still hairless, as were her underarms. As he looked at her, he moved her to her stomach to look at her bottom. So beautiful, he thought. She rolled herself back to her side. “My nipples, torture them, pull on them, twist them, squeeze them. Touch my . . . my . . . my cunt and clit. And I want you to play with my . . . my . . . butt hole. Stick your finger up inside it, move it back and forth. PLEASE! I need these things done to me. You are my twin brother. I know you will do these things. And I think you understand why.” ”Yes, my beautiful little sister, I do understand. And I will do what you ask . . . |