MERRILL: POST ORDEAL

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 6 ]

The next day Merrill went in to take a shower, and Merrill had just gotten in. “You can have it after me. But I want you to go back to your room until I call you.”

“OK,” replied Beryl, and did so.

“OK, Beryl, you can take your shower now.”

When Beryl went back into the bathroom Merrill had wrapped a big heavy towel around her, covering everything from her armpits to her ankles. She was combing her wet hair.

“Is it OK if I get in the shower?” he asked her.

“Sure. If you don’t mind me seeing you naked.”

“Why should I. After all, I have seen you naked a lot.”

“So have I you,” he told her. “So, why don’t you take the towel off. You know that I think you have a very beautiful body.”

She stopped brushing her hair and turned to face him, his nudity exciting her. She tried to suppress it, but as soon as she saw him her little vagina became instantly wet, and she could feel her juices forming inside her. She threw off her towel, rushed to him and put one arm around him, lay her head against his chest, and with her other hand pulled his penis to her, played with it only to get it fully hard, and stood tip-toe so it would slide into her easily. She wrapped her other arm around him, both hands now on his bare butt. She still stood on tiptoe, trying to ease her way down onto his penis. He spread his feet so she could come down a little more, then she began moving up and down on him, his penis slicing her in two, sliding easily in and out. She began to sob, tears dripping onto his chest. Soon, she felt her orgasm as he spurted into her. It was the most fantastic orgasm she had ever had, including all the ones when she was tied up. She let his limp penis, slick from his and her juices, slide down and out. She turned to the sink and wet a washcloth with warm water and cleaned herself off down there, then took her things into her room and locked the door. Beryl just shook his head and got his shower.

When done he dressed in cutoffs and tank top. He went to her room and knocked on the door. “Merrill, it’s me, Beryl. Open the door, please.”

He waited patiently. After about three or four minutes she slowly opened it. “May I come in, sis?”

She opened the door wider and allowed him to enter. She was still naked. She smelled good. He pulled her to him and hugged her, kissed her on the cheek.

“Merrill, can we talk?”

“Sure, what about?”

She sat down on her bed and sat Indian style. He sat down in front of her on the bed, stretched out. “About yesterday. I’m sorry what happened happened. They were supposed to be my friends. Now they are my enemies. I will get them somehow. Believe me, I will get them for what they did to you.”

She reached out with her hand and held his chin in the palm of her hand. “It doesn’t matter. Besides, I don’t want you to get hurt. And what about you? They had you tied up too. But no, it’s not worth the trouble. Forget about them. It’s just you and me. And that’s they way it should be, shouldn’t it?”

She removed her hand. She lay on her stomach, stretched out on her bed, pulled her crossed feet up. He looked at her, at how beautiful she was. He patted her head, felt her smooth cheeks with the back of his fingers. He ran his hand down her back, across her bare bottom, then to her sweet and delicious feet and toes, so perfect. Her body, still a little chubby, but not fat, endeared him to her even more.

“I love you, Merrill. And I have something I need to ask you.”

“What is it?” She turned sideways, her cunny and nipples now becoming visible. He rolled her to her back, where he then proceeded to gently play with her nipples and clit and cunt. Merrill closed her eyes, laid her head back, and just enjoyed her brother playing with her without being tied up or anything. “I was wondering if I could somehow talk you into tying me up, as revenge for what happened yesterday.”

Merrill opened her eyes and looked directly into her brother’s. “No. I want you to keep tying me up. If you can find someone to tie you up, all well and good. But I want you to keep tying me up. OK?”

Beryl nodded his head. “I think I know of someone who will do it for me. Right now, tell me when you would like to be tied up again.”

Merrill smiles her sweet dimply smile. “How about after breakfast?”

Beryl smiled right back at her. “OK. Let’s go.”

“Wait,” Merrill said. “Are mom and dad home?”

“No, they’ve left already. They won’t be home until after 2300 tonight. We have the house, and all day, to ourselves. Let’s go eat.”

“Wait,” Merrill said again. “You have to get naked, too.”

“And how am I going to get naked?” he asked her.

“Like this,” she answered, first pulling off his T-shirt, then pulling down his cutoffs. He now stood naked before her. Both of them felt the tingling sensations between their legs. Neither one could wait. “Race you to the kitchen!” yelled Merrill, already at the door before Beryl had even started.

“Fix some cinnamon toast,” ordered Merrill, since Beryl got there last. Knowing how easy it was, he fixed them both four slices. Both had a glass of mile. Both went back upstairs and brushed their teeth to get the cinnamon and sugar off their teeth and tongues.

“OK, Beryl,” said Merrill with her mouth full of toothpaste.

“I know exactly what I am going to do to you. Go to the basement and wait for me.”

“OK. I hope you tie me really tight.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” He watched her little butt as she walked to the bathroom door. He heard her going down the stairs, and knew he would obey her going all the way to the basement. He looked through the phone book and found the number he was looking for. He dialed, spoke. After a few minutes he hung up. He ran down to the basement.

“Hi, sis. So, are you ready?”

She nodded, scared to say anything. He first had her put her hands behind her, palm to palm. He tied them tightly using a lot of rope. He took more rope, tied her wrists again, then wrapped the rope up her arms, binding them together, all the way above her elbows, again pulling her elbows together and touching, wrapping rope around that area as well, and finally tying it off.

“Merrill, I want you to now do the splits. I know they are a little bit more difficult for you than for a leaner girl, but I’ve seen you do them, all the way down until your butt and cunny touched the ground. Do it again.”

Merrill did the splits. She had been practicing and they had gotten easier to do. She now did them effortlessly, and without pain. Beryl then wrapped lots of rope around her left ankle, tied it off, then pulled the ends to an eyebolt in the floor, wrapped it around and through the eyebolt and tied those ends off. He repeated the process with her right ankle.

“Now I’m going to do something with your arms. If it is too painful let me know, and I will stop. OK?”

“Do what you will with me, brother. If you can tie me, I can take it.”

“OK, sweetheart. Her it goes.” He tied more rope around her wrists, then took the ends and ran them over a large pipe in the ceiling. He pulled on the rope ends, forcing her arms up and up and up, forcing her head down and down and down, and still he pulled her arms up, even to the point of lifting her little butt off the floor, and until they would go no farther. He tied the rope ends off. He stuffed her mouth with a little bigger ball gag than he had used in the past. He had to push on the ball with his fingers while he held on to her head with his thumbs. It finally slid in past her teeth. She groaned it fit so tightly. He buckled it in back, yanking until it went into the next notch, and buckled it on. He wasn’t going to blindfold her yet. He hoped that would be taken care of later. He wrapped a rope around her neck, pulling the ends under her forcing them through her pussy lips, into the crack of her ass against her anus, then tied the ends off to her wrists. He took twine and used it to tie her big toes to the eyebolts as well. He took 4 alligator clamps, attaching two each to her nipples. She groaned and tears began rolling down her cheeks, plopping onto her chest. Beryl heard a noise at the top of the stairs.

“Beryl, are you down here?” hollered a young female voice.

“Yeah, come on down,” he yelled back at her.

The girl was a short blond with blue eyes and freckles, wearing a T-shirt and tight shorts. “Hi, Beryl,” and she walked over to him, hugged him and kissed him on the lips. Apparently his nudity didn’t bother her a bit. “So, are you ready?”

“You bet I am.”

The girl then proceeded to tie him up directly in front of his sister, in exactly the same way. Except she also had his penis and testicles to mess with. And she messed with them pretty good. She used the twine to wrap and separate his balls, then came up and around his penis a few times and tied them off. Taking the additional twine ends she ran them up through the holes in the alligator clamp ends, and tied them off, forcing his nipples to point down in severe pain. The duo were only a foot apart, and could look into each other’s eyes.

“Now, are you sure you want the blindfolds?”

Beryl and Merrill, who had no idea who this girl was, nodded.

“OK, you asked for them.” She blindfolded them both.

“Am I supposed to play with you two, or leave you alone and play with you later?”

The two siblings merely made mmmphs through their gags.

“OK, tell you what. I’ll leave you two like this for a while, and when I come back I’ll masturbate you both. How’s that? TTFN.”

Beryl and Merrill heard her leave. Now they were both severely tied naked, blindfold and gagged, and unable to move, and in excruciating pain. They mmmphed at each other, but could do nothing, see nothing, say nothing else. They did manage to get their noses to touch, rubbing them against each other for comfort.

Merrill knew she would be back. Her name was Michael, and she was into heavy bondage just like he was. She was their age, and Beryl’s girlfriend. Very close and very personal girlfriend. Then had even been talking about getting married. But enough of that here. Both were virgins until they met. They made love that same night. They fell in love immediately. They had had each other tied up in various ways.

Beryl and Merrill could only wait, now, until she returned . . .