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MERRILL: POST ORDEAL [ part 3 ] Around 5 o’clock the next morning, Beryl woke up. He climbed out of his sister’s bed and pulled the covers down. He untied her, then returned to his own room through the mutual bathroom they shared. He found a towel and went back to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. Just as he opened the door to the bathroom, Merrill did the same. Both were still naked. Merrill held the towel up in front of her, ashamed of what had happened the night before. She couldn’t believe she had asked her brother to do those things to her. Beryl didn’t bother with the towel. “Shall we shower together, Merrill?” he asked her softly. “I . . . I don’t know. I’m ashamed of what I asked you to do to me.” “Merrill, there is nothing to be ashamed about. I know why you needed to be tied up and played with. After being tied up for several days, you now need it. And you can ask me to do anything you want me to. So, let me see you naked, just as you are, and I think you won’t care about my seeing you naked. Especially after last night.” Merrill entered the bathroom, then removed the towel and hung it up. She turned to face Beryl, who had also entered the bathroom. He hung his towel up, then walked over to his sister and gently hugged her for a very long time. She returned the hug. He finally released her and took her hand and led her into the shower. They washed each other off, with no thoughts of sex on their minds. They dried each other off then returned to their own rooms where they got dressed. When they got downstairs, their parents saw their daughter dressed in a short red skirt and white tube top. She was barefoot. The tube top nearly didn’t hide here small strawberry size breasts. They could see her dark nipples almost poking through the thin material. Beryl wore only shorts. They all ate breakfast in near silence, when the doorbell rang. Their father answered the door. When he returned a few minutes later he was carrying a case about the size of an overnight bag. “The police said they found this where you were . . . indisposed when we found you. It has your name on it.” Merrill got up and took it from her father’s hands. She held it a moment, then motioned for Beryl to come with her. “Don’t you want us to be with you when you open it?” asked their mother. “No. Just Beryl.” The two then traipsed off to her room. They heard the door shut and the car start. Both had gone off to work. Merrill put the bag in the middle of her bed. She sat on one side of it, Beryl on the other. “What do you think is in it?” asked Beryl. She sat cross-legged, and Beryl could see all the way up to her crotch. She wore no panties. Of course, he wore no underwear either. She shook her head. “I don’t know.” She noticed there was a lock on it. Just below the lock, on the canvas itself, was her name. The lock was, of course, locked. She turned it over and over, but couldn’t find any key. “Wait,” Beryl told her. He went to his room, then returned with a small pick. In only moments, the lock fell open. Merrill stared at Beryl. “I read books, you know,” was his explanation. Merrill pulled the lock from the closure, and very slowly opened the bag. Inside she found all the things the man had used on her. The cuffs, the ropes, the nipple clamps, the gag, the blindfold, even the weights. Everything. Beryl noticed her breathing speeded up, her heart beating faster. “Merrill, are these the things that he tied you up with?” She merely nodded. “Now. Do me now. Hurry. I need you to do me now.” Beryl touched each item in turn. He knew what to do with them. But how would he tie her up? “Downstairs, in the basement. There. Do me there.” And she immediately removed her tube top and skirt, and stood naked in front of her brother again. She grabbed his hand. “Come on. Bring the bag. Hurry.” She pulled him downstairs, then downstairs again into the basement. There were many large pipes running just beneath the ceiling. Pipes big enough, strong enough to hold her. There were a few posts as well. “Quickly, tie me up before I change my mind. Tie me as tightly as you can. NOW, Beryl!” |