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SAMMY TIED [ part 3 ] Well, instead of watching her parents, Sami decided to follow them into the house. She wanted to see what happened when they found her brother all tied up. “So, what have you been up to, Little Bug?” asked her dad. She liked the nickname. “Not much, daddy. I’ve been looking for Sammy everywhere, but I can’t find him.” “Well, help with taking in the groceries. Then help putting them away, then all three of us will go looking for him. OK?” Her daddy smiled at her. “OK, daddy.” They got the groceries in and put away. “Now, Little Bug, where do you think we should look for him first?” “Yes, sweetie, you know him better than we do,” mentioned her mother. “Well, I guess the first place to look would be his room. Right? But I didn’t see him there when I checked last time.” A little gray fib. “Well, we’ll check there first anyway, Little Bug. Let’s go.” Sami smiled a secret smile. She wondered what would happen to Sammy when they found him like that. “Sammy!” yelled her daddy. “Are you up there?” She knew there would be no answer the way he was gagged so tightly. She giggled under her breath. They all stood in front of Sammy’s room, noticing the door not completely closed. “I’ll have to fix this door one of these days,” mumbled daddy. “Shall I push the door open, daddy?” “Sure, you might as well.” Sami couldn’t wait to see their faces when they found Sammy bound naked and gagged and blindfolded. She slipped into his room, and there he was, still tied up. She noticed the slipknots around his ankles had tightened up as well. “Look, daddy! Look at Sammy!” and she pointed at her brother as she stepped aside to let her mommy and daddy in his room. Sami watched as they stopped in their tracks, seemingly dumbfounded at the sight of their son. “Son, who did this to you?” asked daddy. Sammy could only mumble. Daddy started toward Sammy to untie him. “Wait, daddy, I don’t think anyone did this. I’ve been here all day, and no one came in or out.” “Are you saying he might have done this to himself?” “Well, yeah. I mean, how else could he get this way?” “What do you think, Mama? What do you think we should do with him?” “If what Sami says is true, and I have no reason to believe otherwise, how about we just leave him alone the rest of the day, to teach him a lesson?” Sammy began to jerk in his ropes and make noises. “What do you think he wants, Papa?” asked Mama. “Let’s go take a closer look,” suggested daddy. “May I touch him, daddy, momma?” asked Sami. “I don’t see why not,” sad daddy. “After all, you are ten years old, and already know about sex and everything. What would you like to do?” “I’d like to touch his penis, see what if feels like.” “Go ahead, Little Bug. Feel it.” Sami walked over to her bound brother. She didn’t tell them what happened before. She took her brother’s penis between two fingers, gingerly, as if it would break. “Like this, daddy?” she asked him. “No, Little Bug, wrap your hand around it fairly hard.” She obeyed her daddy, and felt it become erect within her hand. “What do I do now, daddy? Do I do some of the things you told me when you and mommy told me about sex and everything?” “Like what, Little Bug?” “Do I do this?” and she moved her hand up and down her 12yo brother’s shaft. Her grip was soft, her movement very slow. “Tell me something, Little Bug.” “What, daddy?” she asked innocently. “If you looked in his room, and he wasn’t here, then where was he? If his door had been open like it was when we came upstairs, then you could have seen him like this, couldn’t you?” “Yeah, I guess so.” She continued to pump Sammy’s penis. “You did see him, didn’t you?” “Well, yeah, I guess I could have,” she replied sheepishly. “In fact, you did see him didn’t you?” “Well, yeah, I guess I could have,” she repeated herself. “OK, tell me what happened?” While still pumping Sammy’s penis, she told her mommy and daddy everything. “What were you trying to prove, Little Bug?” Sami knew that as long as her daddy called her Little Bug, she was OK. “I don’t know, daddy. I just wanted to know what sex was like, I guess.” “And do you think you found out?” “Oh, yes, daddy. It was wonderful.” Throughout this whole conversation she continued to pump Sammy’s penis. Neither mommy nor daddy told her to stop, or untied Sammy. She wondered why. “But you haven’t experienced love yet, have you Little Bug?” “Oh, yes, daddy. There’s an 11-year-old boy in my class. He’s just dreamy. We talk to each other a lot at school. He knows all about sex, too. Sometimes, from the way he talks, I think he knows more about sex than I do. May I have him over tomorrow or the next day so we can play together for real?” “What do you mean, ‘for real’?” “You know, play outside, swing on my swings, go to the store with some money to buy a soda or something like that.” “Sure, I don’t see why not. How about you, mama? You have any problem with that?” “No, and invite him for supper, too.” “Thanks, mommy, daddy. I love you.” “We love you, too, Little Bug.” Just then, Sammy spurted. His semen hit Sami’s face, chin, chest, and ran down the shaft as Sammy lifted it straight up, to pool around the base of his penis. As soon as Sammy finished, Sami wiped her semen-covered hand on his legs, washed off her brother’s sperm in the bathroom, then ran downstairs to call her friend. Everything was set. Only she hoped she could do more than what she told her parents. While she was watching TV her brother came downstairs. He had showered and put on clean clothes. Sami noticed the scowl on his face. He was barefoot. “Come here, Sami. Now!” “Are you going to hurt me?” she asked him. “Come here, Sami. Now!” he repeated. Sami got up and very slowly walked over to her brother. “Yes, Sammy?” she gulped, fear very apparent on her face. Sammy grabbed his sister’s shoulders lightly, and pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Sis, you can do whatever you want to me from now on, even tie me up if you want. You gave me the most thrilling day of my life, and I love you.” Sami watched as he disappeared back upstairs to his room. She stood there, a big smile forming on her mouth. She sat down again, the TV forgotten, trying to decide what she could do to him next time . . . |