2 Girls Tied Together by Their Brothers

2 GIRLS TIED TOGETHER BY THEIR BROTHERS

BY SCAVENGER
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Her name is Sylvia, 11 years old, with a trim body, but with slightly plump nipples and aureole, pudenda and bottom. She still bore no underarm or vaginal hair. Her hairless body intrigued her brother. These features accentuated, rather than denigrated, her lovely form. Her long dark hair hung to the bottom of her butt cheeks, her eyes seemed to always sparkle, and her beautiful smile almost never left her face. Except for those certain occasions when someone had her naked, tied, gagged and blindfolded. Her little brother, 9-year-old Mark, usually had that opportunity.

Mark bore close-cropped blond hair, large nipples, and cute butt and genitals. He too bore no underarm or pubic hair. He sported a nice-sized cock for his age, and the boys at school envied him. He knew, because a couple days a week some of the boys would gather in the rest room and let down their pants and underwear. He always won in his larger sized penis.

He didn’t mind being tied up once in a while, but he knew his sister literally lived to be tied up, and he did his best to accede to her wishes. She also couldn’t be tied up with clothes on of any kind. She had to be completely naked. She even took off her jewelry she liked to wear.

Summer vacation just started, and both their parents worked, so they were left alone from 0730 to 1830, plenty of time to tie Sylvia for a very long time. And when Mark tied her up, she remained that way all day.

Mark pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and stomped on the stairs as he headed for the kitchen to make certain Sylvia heard him. He pulled up a chair at the kitchen table and waited.

Sylvia slowly entered the kitchen naked, her head bowed. Quite often they played Master/Slave, but not all the time. This time, they did.

“You kept me waiting, Slave. What is your excuse, not that I’ll pardon you.”

“I was in the bathroom, Master. I was relieving myself.”

“I see. Describe to me what you did, and make sure you give me every detail.”

“Oh, Master. I couldn’t do that! That would be too embarrassing, too humiliating!”

Mark gazed down past her face, to her little breasts, to her bare cunny. He got up and pulled a chair out and set it facing her own.

“Sit down,” Mark ordered her. She obeyed immediately. He went to their hiding place and pulled out a box of “goodies”. “Put your arms over the chair back and cross your wrists.’

“Yes, Master,” she intoned in a whispery voice. This forced her up more, because the top of the chair was slightly higher than her armpits. Mark wasted no time. He tied her wrists tightly then tied them to the middle of the cross rung of the back, then added two shorter ropes. One he tied around her wrists and pulled it to her left ankle, and tied it off to the left upright. He repeated the procedure on her other ankle and the right upright of the chair. Next, he pulled her right ankle, back and center and tied it to the back leg center rung of the chair, and did the same to her left ankle. Then he pulled her ankles crossed, and tied them again. He tied her big toes to the opposite rungs of the chair, pulling harshly on her delectable digits.

Sylvia knew what came next. The blindfold. She hated the blindfold. It kept her eyelids closed tightly so she saw nothing but darkness. Then he put clothespins on her nipples, after playing with them to get hem standing out. Which didn’t take much. She wanted to scream every time he did this to her, but she barely grunted through closed lips.

And lastly, the butt plug. This was the worst. Her butt had been pulled up enough by her arms over the back of the chair so that he could easily slide it inside her, but she couldn’t eject it. He used his own spit to wet her butt hole, and a finger deep inside it, then slid it in. She squealed as it settled in.

But now came the fun part. Her brother began to rub a finger up and down her little slit, making her feel so good. Sylvia couldn’t do a thing to make him speed up. She knew he would eventually make her reach her orgasm, sometimes many times, sometimes only once, but making her reach the point then stopping really irritated her, and she understood that’s what a sadist did to a masochist.

“Now, Slave, tell me about you relieving yourself on the toilet. You were late, and I am still hungry. You were supposed to be here by 0800, but you weren’t here until 0801.”

“I’m sorry, Master. But I couldn’t help it.”

“I am going to ask you one more time, tell me every detail of what you had to do in the bathroom, Slave.”

“I . . . I had to pee first. I had to . . . to push my bl . . . bladder for it to come out my pee hole. My . . . my pee finally came out, and it hit the toilet bowl. Soon it . . . it stopped. Then I had to . . . No! I can’t tell you, Mark! It’s just too embarrassing!”

Mark grabbed Sylvia’s neck, not enough to hurt her, but enough so she might choke just a little. He applied this procedure quite often to her, and she seemed to like it.

Squeezing her neck just a little more, he told her, “First you failed to call me Master. Now, tell me, or I’ll gag you as well and leave you here all day and all night!

“All right! All right, Master!” He let go of her neck and she continued, “Then I had to – poop!”

“Keep going my Slave. Describe to me what happened.”

“I had to strain at first to get the first bit of . . . of stuff out of my posterior.”

“No, tell me what you call it, or what I call it, Slave.”

“My asshole. After that, the rest of the . . . the poop came out as one bunch of stuff . . .”

“No! What do we call that ‘stuff’ coming out of anyone’s asshole!”

“The shit came out a bunch at a time, until I felt better, and my stomach didn’t hurt any more. I got up and wiped my bottom.”

“Didn’t you do any more to clean your asshole, Slave?”

“I . . . I got my middle finger wet and soapy, then I stuck it up my asshole and pulled it out, doing that again and again until my finger came out clean. Now, Master, may I go?”

“No. You may not. Just sit there, Slave, until I get done with you, which my be a very long time.”

Sylvia sat there, naked, bound and blindfolded, wondering what her brother was going to do to her.

Sylvia felt his hand on her lower jaw. “No, please don’t gag me with that. It hurts too bad!”

“Isn’t that what a Slave like you is supposed to feel? Pain? Now, open your mouth while I pull down on your bottom jaw.”

She did as he ordered, and Mark shoved a slightly overlarge black ball gag into her mouth, with two straps going from the ball to the back of her head, a strap going from under her chin to the top of her head, and on top of the harness stood a D-ring. Sylvia felt Mark tug on the ball gag, shoving it into her mouth as far as he could, then locking all the straps in the back of her head

“Now, what can I do to my naked, bound Slave? Do you have any ideas, Slave?”

Sylvia mumbled through her gag. She could feel the drool dripping from around her mouth and onto her chest. It always did that. She hated it, but her brother loved it. She felt it rolling down her chest between her pinned nipples, and into her little cunny, pooling in the seat of the chair, rolling under her and into her asshole.

“I know, Slave, how about this.”

Mark began to slide his finger up and down his sister’s slit. Not only was it wet from her drool, her own juices added to the wetness as well. Mark listened to Sylvia’s moaning as he moved his finger very slowly up and down her bare slit. He would make her cum, but not now. But he would play with her throughout the day. He allowed his finger to slip inside her cunt, and he turned it slowly deep inside her front hole, and he watched as his sister squirm her bottom as he played with her. He knew she was ready to cum, so he pulled his finger out. Sylvia screamed through her ball, but she knew he would do this throughout the day.

He whispered in her ear, “I’ll take care of you later.” And he disappeared.

Sylvia moved, squirmed, worked at her ropes, but as usual, she knew her attempts at getting loose proved useless. She sat there, tied, nipples clamped, blindfolded and gagged by her brother. She loved it, she loved the torture. Especially since it was her brother doing it. There seemed to be something really bad about having your younger brother doing tie-ups. To be naked in front of him. To have him make you cum. When he allows you to.

She never told him how much she loved him, but she would tell him after he untied her. He had never told her either.

“Hey, sis. There’s a new family in town. They have two kids our age, our sex. His name is Tony and he’s my age, and his sister’s name is Lessa, and she’s your age. In fact, they’re here now. Guys, this is my sister, Sylvia.”

Sylvia started screaming. Why did her brother bring those kids in with him, to see her naked and bound! “Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!”

“Oh, she’s my Slave. I am her master. We don’t do this all the time, just some of the time. So if you two want to learn about tying up, come over in a couple of days, and I’ll start teaching you. OK?”

“Sure, Mark, that sounds cool,” said a boy’s voice. “Yeah, it looks like fun,” said a girl’s voice.

“See you, sis,” and Sylvia heard them leave again. She didn’t cry, though she nearly did. Maybe she could help out in tying the boy or girl up.

She tried to move to ease the pain in her armpits, her wrists, her ankles and toes, but nothing helped. More and more drool leaked from around her lips, flowing down her chest and pooling even more into her asshole. If she moved her bottom, she could hear the occasional squeaks it provided on the hard wooden seat. But then, she started to itch down there, the liquid from her drool and from her vaginal juices mixing, drying at the edges, making her itch. Unbearably. Itching powder type of itch. An itch that even scratching couldn’t help, that only a shower using the spray head could help make go away.

Her stomach growled. Her throat burned from being dry. But Sylvia just sat there, because she could do nothing else.

She heard voices again.

“Hey, sis, you hungry and thirsty?” She nodded violently, squealing through her ball.

“What would you like? Hot dog with sauerkraut, mustard and ketchup?” She shook her head no. “Ham sandwich with mustard, milk, and a piece of cake?” Sylvia definitely nodded at that.

“Sit down, guys, while I fix us something to eat. Then I’ll fix my sis what she wants. I’ll have to remove her gag and feed her, but she has to eat and drink.”

“She looks great sitting there like that,” Sylvia heard Lessa say.

“Would you like to be tied up like that?” asked Mark.

“I . . . I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Eat first, then let me know as I feed Sylvia.”

With everyone having eaten, including Sylvia and her ball gag replaced, Mark asked Lessa, “Well, what do you say. You want to be tied up like my sister?”

“I’m scared,” she replied.

“Nothing to it,” said her brother, Tony.

“Just remember, once I start, I will not stop,” Mark told Lessa.

“Yes, tie me up like your sister. Just remember, I’ve never done this before.”

“Take your clothes off,” ordered Mark.

“You mean, here, in front of you and my brother, and your sister?”

“Yes. And if you don’t, one of us will hold you while the other undresses you. Your choice.”

The two boys watched as Lessa slowly stripped, covering herself as she finally stood naked before the two males. They could tell she was on the plump side.

“Move your arms, and let them hang by your side, and spread your legs.”

They noticed she stood shorter than either of the boys, and in fact was even slightly shorter than Sylvia. They noticed her nipples and aureole pushed out in their soft plumpness, her belly slightly protruding, her little butt looking as soft as a pillow full of baby powder. They followed her down to her belly button, and on down to between her legs. The boys saw her labia hanging far down. Her legs and feet just fit her.

Mark pulled out a kitchen chair, and placed it in front of Sylvia so the two chairs faced each other.

“Sit,” ordered Mark. Lessa did so.

Mark removed his sister’s blindfold so she could see her new bondage friend.

Tony watched as his new friend tied his sister as he had tied Sylvia. But when he attached the clothespins to her nipples is when Lessa let out with a blood-curdling scream. Only her ball gag kept it from being heard from outside the kitchen. Then, Mark tied their knees together, pulling them out and tied to their arms. Finally, now that he had something to do this with, he took two pieces of twine and with one end, tied it to Sylvia’s right clothespin, pulled it, and tied it to Lessa’s left clothespin, pulling both nipples out and toward each other. Both screamed through their gags, because they were forced to lean forward as far as they could, and still their nipples pulled them even farther out. He repeated the tying the twine to their other set of clothespinned nipples. Now, they couldn’t lean back.

Mark didn’t blindfold them, but wanted them to watch the other in total agony. Tony watched in total ecstasy, because he had never seen a naked girl before. Now he got to see two, naked and tied up and gagged. Then he noticed the drool coming from Sylvia’s mouth and rolling down her chest and onto her slit and the chair. He looked at his own sister as she, too, began to drool, watched as it hit her chest, rolled down, to pool around her slit.

“What do I do now?” Tony asked Mark.

“Watch,” Mark told him.

Mark stood next to his sister, and reached down with his hand and began to lightly rub his finger up and down her slit. Tony watched, then did the same to Lessa. Neither girl could take her eyes off the other girl’s body, especially the hand at the other girl’s crotch.

“Now, speed up just a little,” Mark told Tony. Tony watched to see how fast his new friend sped up. “Now, slip your finger into her cunt and just move it around, but not in and out.”

Tony did what Mark told him to do. He didn’t realize how nice it felt deep inside his sisters’ cunt. Tony never saw naked girls before. Now here he was, staring at two girls, one of them his sister, naked, tide up, gagged, and at his mercy. And he had his finger in his sister’s pussy!

“Now, quickly pull out!” said Mark. Tony did, at the same time as Mark. The girls yelled, wanting the boys’ fingers back inside them.

“Well, Tony, should we make them reach orgasm, or make them wait a while?”

“Orgasm,” said Tony.

“Let’s do it. Stick your finger inside, and just above where the slit ends, is a little knob. That’s their clits. As you run you finger in and out of her, with your other hand rub her clit. They will reach an orgasm fairly quickly. Once they’ve reach an orgasm, we can either continue to make them reach orgasms, or quit and make them wait for another time.”

“Let’s make them have one over and over again,” said Tony.

Tony watched, mesmerized by his sister’s actions. Lessa began to jerk in her bondage, move her hips back and fort as best as she could, as fast as she could. Tony sped up, and watched as Lessa tensed, pulling at her bonds, screaming into her gag. He had never seen a girl orgasming before, and he was totally enthralled with it.

“Quick, look at her toes,” said Mark.

When the girls struggled, the twine pulled even harder on their clothespinned nipples because they couldn’t not stop struggling.

Tony looked down, and saw his sister’s toes curled back tightly. Lessa finally relaxed, breathing hard. Sylvia experienced her own orgasm. The two boys continued masturbating their sisters until they both reached their second orgasms. Then, their third orgasms.

“Don’t you think they’ve had enough?” asked Mark.

“No! Five orgasms, then we’ll quit.”

So the boys continued to make the girls reach two more orgasms, then true to Tony’s word, they quit, withdrew their fingers, and wiped them under the girls’ noses.

“Should we untie them yet?” asked Tony. Mark looked at the two girls.

“Girls, do you want to be untied yet? Unless you both say yes, you will both remain tied up the rest of the day, with us masturbating you when we feel like it.”

Both girls shook their heads no. The boys left. Lessa and Sylvia gazed at each other, their nipples hurting like nothing they had ever experienced before. The chairs puddled with their juices at their cunts’ openings, their drool adding to the wetness. No amount of struggling would free them, and they wanted more. Sylvia because she was used to it and actually needed more, and Lessa because it was her first time, and wanted to experience more.

So, they sat, bound and gagged, looking at each other, just now seeing what the other looked like. Lessa wore her blond hair short, and her skin was light as milk. No tan lines accentuated her body. Sylvia could see no blemish. Suddenly, Sylvia decided to pull back hard, knowing it would hurt her own nipples, but hoping it would hurt Lessa’s even more.

Sylvia didn’t just pull back, but yanked back. Yes, it hurt her tremendously. But Lessa cried out in such pain Sylvia felt sorry for her. Kind of.

Lessa looked up at Sylvia and shook her head as if to ask why. Sylvia turned her face into one of superiority.

Lessa looked at Sylvia, then she, too, jerked back. But Sylvia was ready. She pulled back at the same time, knowing it would hurt again, but hoping Lessa would hurt more. And apparently she did. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she screamed through her ball gag. Sylvia also felt like crying, but she held back her tears, holding her head up high.

They boys had entered a few minutes earlier, to catch this test of the nipples.

Sylvia slowly prepared herself, moving her body sideways as far as she could, hoping Lessa wouldn’t notice, then jerked herself sideways, pulling on Lessa’s nipples harder than her own. Lessa again cried out, more tears running from her eyes. Again, Sylvia held back her own tears. She wasn’t about to cry in front of this little fat ass.

“Girls, girls,” said Mark. “What’s going on?”

Sylvia began making sounds behind her ball gag, trying to explain. Lessa, too, sounded out her own useless words.

“OK. Wait. I am going to remove your gags one at a time so I can find out what’s going on. I will first remove Lessa’s, since she is the guest.”

As Tony removed Lessa’s gag she began screaming at Sylvia.

“If you don’t stop shouting, I’ll shove it back into your mouth and let Sylvia go first.”

Mark could see the daggers shooting from her eyes at Sylvia.

“She started it. I was just sitting here enjoying looking at her, then all of a sudden she yanked on my nipples with the chain running between our clamps. So I yanked back. And you know it from there.”

“Sylvia, is this true?”

“Sure it is, bro. I wanted to know what she was made of. She took it all right, and returned it as well. You’re all right with me, Lessa,” offered Sylvia.

“OK, I’m replacing your gags,” and Mark made sure this time that not even little sounds could come out of their mouths. He added strips of duct tape across their mouths in several directions. He then pulled the chairs apart, forcing the pressure on the girl’s nipple clamps at the maximum.

“Tony, shall we give them another orgasm?”

“Yeah! Shall I do my sister, or your sister?”

“You take my sister, I’ll do yours.”

The boys began to tease the girls, pinching down on their clamped nipples, cunts, clits. But ever so slowly. The girls moaned, groaned, tried to move. Tied as tightly as they were their attempts at movement were totally useless. Slowly the boys’ fingers worked their way into the girls’ cunts, and against their clits.

The girls continued to try to hump their lower bodies against the boys’ fingers. The girls watched each other, hoping they could cum at the same time. After having been teased for about then minutes, the boys finally brought them to orgasm, watching each other so the girls would reach their orgasms at the same time. The girls screamed and shook as their orgasms reached their peaks. But the boys didn’t stop. They slowed down, and gradually brought them to their second orgasm. Yet again, the boys continued to torture them, and brought them off to five orgasms. Then, the boys blindfolded the girls. And left them . . .

Brother ties up little sister, then meet a new boy and girl, ane he ties up his sister.

story = 2 GIRLS TIED TOGETHER BY THEIR BROTHERS

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