ABOUT BEING TIED UP

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 2 ]

A Nothing Day

I felt a shiver run down my spine as those words hit my ears with the force of a tornado.

“Mom?” Kyle, being the only one able to talk, asked.

“Who else, Kyle? Untie your brother then the two of you come into the living room,” she said, then left the doorway.

“We’re dead,” I said as he removed the gag.

“Yeah,” he answered with a shaky lip. He removed the ropes from my wrists and untied the belt from around my ankles. I pulled my shorts and underpants up and snapped the shorts back in place. We slowly walked out of the room and headed towards the living room and our impending fates. We both felt like death row inmates walking to the gas chamber.

As we walked into the living room, I noticed that for once the TV was off, and our mom was sitting in the lounge chair. We sat on the sofa, as far away from her as possible.

“Well,” she began, “it seems you two have found a new game. How did it start?”

We looked at each other for a second then Kyle told her how it got started. I helped fill in the gaps. We were totally honest with her, not that we could hide anything at this point. All she did was listen to our story, which was making me more and more nervous. I kept wondering what punishment she was coming up with in her mind. Kyle finished the story at the point when she walked in on us then the two of us waited for the sentence.

For a few more minutes, all she did was continue looking at each of us. Both of us began squirming under her gaze. Finally, after an eternity, she rose from the chair, and spoke.

“Get your room cleaned up and then get ready for supper. It’ll be supper time by that time.”

We looked at each other in shock. Don’t tell me we were being let off scott free. Not even so much as a chewing out. We didn’t question our good fortune, but went back to our room to clean.

“No more ‘playing’. Just clean your room,” she called after us.

When we got into the room, we looked at each other again in disbelief at not being punished. We kind of snickered at each other then went about cleaning the room.

The cleaning process took about a couple of hours, and by that time, our dad was home, and dinner was getting ready. We were expecting a chastisement from our dad over what had happened, but he never even mentioned it. At least he didn’t mention it that night at dinner. Actually, he acted as if Mom had not even told him. Dinner was painfully normal, actually.

After dinner, we watched some TV, had our bath, and then sent to bed at our normal time of eight o’clock. I remember lying there, thinking about what had happened to us. Each time I got to the part where Mom had interrupted us, I pushed the memory out of my head with a shake. Neither Kyle nor I talked about it the whole night.

In my mind, I couldn’t help but think this wasn’t over with yet. I was never more so right, much to my good fortune. We were about to get a real education.

The next morning Kyle and I were woken up early for summer vacation by our mom. She said she had some errands to run, and we had to go to our babysitters for the day. We were very disappointed, but it was better than going with her. Staying with her usually meant that the day was shot spending inside department stores looking at women’s clothing or something equally boring.

We spent the entire day at Mrs. Blake’s house. She was an older lady that looked after us when our parents needed some time together, or Mom did some grocery shopping. It wasn’t all bad, but Kyle and I couldn’t play our new “game”. Each of us was kind of looking forward to doing just that, even after what happened the previous day.

Our mom picked us up after four o’clock, and we headed home. We only had time for dinner and a few TV shows before bedtime. The whole day was a wash.

After our parents put us in our beds and left the room for a few minutes, Kyle climbed up and sat on the edge of my bed frame.

“What’s up?” I asked him.

“I wonder what Mom has in store for us, Karl,” he said.

“What do you mean, man?”

“Well, you know how we got out of trouble without even a yelling?”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that all day today. Why?”

“She’s planning something, Karl, I just know it.”

“That’s stupid, Kyle. If she was going to do something, she would have done it yesterday when we were in the living room. She wouldn’t wait.” I said it, but I also had my doubts.

“I hope you’re right, man. I hope you’re right.”

“One question,” I began and he nodded, “where’d you learn to do that thing with the clothes pins and that thing with your mouth?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Dad’s magazines he had in his workroom.”

“You know you’re not allowed in there. What if Mom or Dad caught you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Big deal. It would’ve probably have been just a small spanking. You know Mom; she doesn’t hit all that hard. Besides, it was worth it. Wasn’t it?”

I nodded.

“Wanna do it again?”

“Yeah, tomorrow.”

“No, now, stupid.”

“What do ya mean, ‘now’?”

“Well, we can’t do the tying up thing, but how ‘bout the other thing? The thing with your mouth?”

I looked at him with suspicion. “How?”

“Like this,” he said, and then lay down with his head at the foot of the bed. Since neither one of us ever sleep with the covers in the summer, we were right next to each other on top of the sheet. He reached over and pulled my underpants down. I raised my butt up to allow him. As he rose up, I pulled his undies down also.

He rolled to me and began stroking my dick to a rigid staff. I returned the favor, bringing him to a gloriously long three inches. Even at that age, we had nice package. He leaned his head over and for the second time in as many days, swallowed my full length. I arched my back at the flood of sensations he was giving me.

He moved his knee to my head to get my attention that I was ignoring him. So, true to brotherly love, I leaned over to his groin, and licked the length of his staff. He shuddered as I reached the ridge of his little helmet. I looked down at it, stealing myself into doing what I had to do. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and sucked him inside it.

He hissed through his teeth at the sudden attack on his boyhood. I began moving my head up and down, being careful to keep my teeth off of him. While I gave him a real good suck job, the one he was giving me was disintegrating. Once I enveloped his pole, he stopped his work on me. I looked down to see what the problem was, and he had rolled off to feel my mouth on him. I stopped.

“This ain’t gonna work, Kyle,” I whispered to him.

“Okay, crybaby,” he teased. “You do me, and then I’ll do you, okay?”

“You better not welch on this, Kyle,” I warned him.

“Yeah, yeah. Just get busy, Karl,” he commented.

I took back to making my twin climax. Even as inexperienced as I was, it didn’t take him long before his body tensed and waves of pleasure washed over him. I allowed him to recover then nudged him in the head with my knee.

“Your turn,” I informed him.

Without any comment, he rose back up on his elbow and leaned over my weakened worm. Since I didn’t have any real stimulation, my pole had relaxed a little. I didn’t take long to regain its firmness with my twin’s breathe on it. As soon as it had gotten back to its full length, his mouth engulfed it.

Electricity surged through my body starting at my groin and shooting outward. My whole body tingled like it had been touched by a live wire. As he continued sucking on me, my hips began moving up to meet his lips. I kept trying to get as much of my stiffie into his mouth. It just felt so good to have something warm wrapped around it.

I quickened the pace of my hips, and my breathing increased again as my orgasm crept up on me. As Kyle sucked on my dick, he reached up and started playing with my almond sized balls. I opened my legs to allow him better access. Just as my orgasm hit, he squeezed my nuts like they were grapes, and my mind exploded in an intense feeling unlike any other I had experienced before.

I collapsed back onto my pillow, as Kyle pulled his mouth off of my softening member. He crawled up next to me, and laid his arm over my chest. Within mere minutes, he was fast asleep. It only took another moment or two before I followed him into oblivion.