A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 17 ]

Growing Pains

Over the next few years, both twins grew like weeds, as did Charlie. Terry and my relationship in bed lasted for only a few months after that time. He didn’t seem to need it anymore once the pressure of Glen was off him. I was fine with that, but I did miss the closeness again.

One day that summer, though, I walked in to find him tied to the coffee table, and Thomas was face-fucking him. I smiled at their fun, and decided to join in. With Thomas still down Terry’s throat, I slipped into his young asshole. I believe it’s called ‘fingercuffs’. As we both climaxed, we switched places, and Terry had to endure another double fuck. His cock was enjoying the attention we were giving it also. Both of us made him cum twice before we were done.

Five and a half years later, as I should have been graduating from high school, Charlie started Kindergarten. I walked her to school on her first day. I felt like a proud father watching his little girl go to school. Her blond hair fixed up in a pony tail and her skirt blowing in the wind. I’ll never forget that day. It was a good day.

My brothers were starting their sophomore year in high school and we were outgrowing the small apartment. I bought a home that summer, and we moved in. Charlie had her own room, but the twins shared. I took the master, of course. I started looking into other ways of making money, and found real estate.

Within a year’s time, the money I had saved from being a hooker was tripled. I decided that that was what I wanted to do with my time. I started learning everything about it, and in another year’s time, that money had tripled.

I quit working at the garage after that first year. I stopped mainly because it was holding me back, but also because the twins were now juniors and Charlie was entering first grade. I was needed more at home. Doing real estate was a way for me to stay at home more. But I was always grateful to Jack for giving me the opportunity.

When the twins graduated from high school almost two years later, and Charlie was going to start third grade, I decided that I needed a bigger venue for my business. So, she and I moved north to Dallas. I immediately loved it; it took a while to grow on Charlie. She hated leaving her friends behind.

The twins stayed in New Orleans and haven’t left there since. They operate a restaurant together, and make a great deal of money. I’m sure they renew their special relationship from time to time.

I got a house built during a time that it didn’t cost very much to have done. Charlie and I moved into it a year later.

At nine, Charlie was as precocious as I was. She was watching TV one night, and I was doing paperwork. She turned to me and asked me a question I had heard before from someone else.

“Scott?”

“Um hm?”

“Why do people get tied up?”

I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. As I saw her, I saw what she was watching also. The show was a Showtime special on BDSM. There were several people tied up in different ways. I guess this had to happen eventually.

“Come here,” I said and patted my lap. She got off the floor and walked over and sat down in it. “Well, people that you are watching on TV like getting tied up. It excites them, kind of like when you rub that spot between your legs.”

She got real wide-eyed. I laughed a small laugh at her.

“Yes, I’ve seen you play with yourself, sis. It was when you were in the bathtub the other day.”

“That’s not fair. I don’t peak on you taking a shower.”

“Charles, I didn’t do it on purpose. I was bringing in the load of towels into your bathroom, and I saw you. So, I let you have your privacy and walked back out.” She seemed satisfied with that answer, which was the truth, by the way. “Anyway, people like getting tied up to feel like that.”

“But how can they play with themselves if their hands are tied up?”

“The other person does it, or doesn’t do it. Both can be just as fun for the victim.”

“It sounds like fun. Can we do it?”

“You mean tie you up?”

She nodded like fourth-graders do when they’re really excited. I smiled at her innocence. I remembered how innocent I used to be at that age.

“Okay, how long do you think you should be tied up?”

“Well, if I’m being tied up, I can’t be the one to decide that. Can I?” Ah, the logic of a child.

“Okay, go get one of the kitchen chairs and bring it in here.” I had to smile at her enthusiasm as she left the living room.

While she was getting the chair and bringing it back in, I got the ropes and other things I would need. She was sitting in the chair when I returned to the room.

“Take your clothes off, Charlie.”

“You’re gonna tie me up naked?”

“Yes. Now, strip.”

She got up, off the chair, and pulled her socks off her feet. The jeans came off next, and then the blouse. When she got to the panties, she balked. She had her thumbs hooked in the waistband, but didn’t pull them down. I waited with my arms crossed, looking at her. She turned around and lowered them. Like I had never seen her naked.

Her pink rosebud stuck out at me as she pushed them down and off her legs. I waited until she turned around and faced me. When she did, she had her hands over her sex, guarding it like the hidden treasure that it was. She was shivering a little bit from excitement.

I took the handkerchiefs and put them over her eyes first, being held on by a tube sock of mine. I opened her mouth and fed her the ball gag, tying it in place behind her head. I took her arms and tied them behind her back, crossing her arms over themselves. Each wrist was tied to its opposite elbow. A rope was used to wind around the crossing of her forearms. Her fingers were tied up as well. She couldn’t move any part of her arms if she wanted to. Another rope was tied to bind her biceps.

I pulled her back to the chair, and had her stand on it. The chair was one of those high back chairs, not one of the regular ones you find everywhere. I continued to pull her back until her arms were over the back, and then I pulled her down, making sure her arms were on the outside of the backing.

When she was as far down as possible, I tied a rope to her crossed forearms and pulled it down to the back rung of the chair. In this position, she was squatting to keep her feet on the seat of the chair, and try to preserve a little dignity. I grabbed her left foot, and put it on that side’s bottom rung, spreading her legs a little bit. I wrapped a rope several times around her ankle and weaved it through the rung of the chair. String was used to make sure her toes were also secured to the rung. When I pulled her right leg off the seat, her body dropped down a little to rest completely on her armpits. Her right ankle and foot were tied like the left ones then a rope was tied to her ankles, pulling her legs to the side of the seat.

Her legs were still bent at the knees, but not as severe as before I pulled her feet down to the rungs. I tied two ropes from her hips, right at the point where her legs connect to her torso, to the back rung of the chair. Another strand of rope was used to tie her waist to the back of the chair. I went behind her and pulled her pony tail of blond hair down and tied it to her crossed arms, forcing her head back. She was going nowhere, and moving nothing.

Now, it was playtime. At least it was playtime for me. My dear sister didn’t know what I had done in my past, so there was no way she could have known that I could tie her up so completely. Or that the next phase of this night was going to have her screaming her lungs out.

I looked down at her twat, and the little minx was actually wet from this. Well, she was going to get a lot wetter before the night was over. To protect the chair’s seat from stains, I folded up a towel and placed it on the seat under her hairless pussy. I reached up and slipped my finger, lengthwise along the slit of that pussy. She shuttered at having another person touch her there.

“You are mine to do with as I please, girl, for the rest of the night. Since this was your idea, putting me in charge of how long you’re going to be there, I’ve decided to leave you there all night.”

She tried to argue against that revelation, but the only thing that came out was a series of muffs. She tried to get out, but that was just as useless.

I brushed her flat chest with the back of my hand, almost wishing I could be this young again. Her skin was so smooth and soft, like silk. I ran my hand over her nipples, getting each of them hard. After each one was hard, I placed clothespins on the tips of them. She screamed as loud as she could as each one pinched her little titties. I knew her flat chest was on fire, as I had felt the same fire a long time ago.

I looked down and juice was dripping from her narrow pussy. I ran another finger along its slit, causing her to squirm in her bonds. She was now starting to realize the situation she was in, and how helpless she was.

“Now, Charles, I’ve got to go get something from a store. I’ll be right back, so don’t go anywhere, and don’t answer the door for anyone.” I smiled at my own little joke, grabbed my keys, and left the house.

I went to a sex shop that was in Dallas, for a toy that had just come out. I was going to buy it, but at the time, I didn’t think I was ever going to need it. When I bought it, the guy at the counter kind of looked at me weird. I smiled and told him it was a gag gift for my sister. He smiled a kind of smile that said, “sure thing, pal.” I made it back home with only being gone for about an hour. I checked on Charlie, and she was doing fine. By the amount of pussy juice that the towel had absorbed, she must have came at least twice while I was gone. Well, she was going to cum a lot more before this night was over for her.

I unwrapped the package and loaded the batteries into the tube. I walked back into the living room to Charlie, still straining to get out of the ropes. I wasn’t worried; I had tied them too well. I got a couple of books off the shelf to assist me.

I placed the head of the vibrator right at her inexperienced clit. I put the books under the towel, and tied the device in place. I turned it on, and nothing happened. I smiled and pushed the button on the remote control. The plastic tube vibrated furiously. Charlie went into orbit, screaming as the device stimulated her virgin clit.

I didn’t want to break her cherry yet. Let her get a little older, I told myself. Besides, I want her to beg me to take it.

I watched as the vibrator did its work on her clitoris, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my preteen sister. After about six or seven orgasms, (that I had counted, that is) I pushed the button on the remote again, and the thing stopped vibrating. She gasped as it stopped.

“I thought you needed a little rest from that, girl. But it won’t be a long one, so I suggest you gather your strength as best as you can.”

I went back to my paperwork, allowing her to recover some of her strength. I had to smile at her as I sat there going through it all. She was definitely my sister, that was for sure. Anyone who can cum from just being tied up is definitely related to me. The doorbell rang while I was working, and I answered it. It was a friend of Charlie’s, Meagan.

“I’m sorry, Meagan, she can’t come out right now. She’s a little tied up at the moment. She can call you tomorrow, though.” She saw past me that Charlie was actually tied to a chair. She covered her mouth, and was about to run away, but I was quicker.

I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the house. I shut the door behind her and pushed her into the living room. I forced her into the chair facing the couch. She was too shocked by my move to scream, thankfully. I sat in the couch to look her in the face as I talked.

“Now, before you go thinking that I’ve done something to Charlie, let me explain. First off, I’m sorry for being so rough with you just then, but I didn’t need you to go screaming that I was abusing Charlie without hearing my side of the story. With me so far?”

She nodded, just slightly. She still wasn’t sure about everything she was seeing, or hearing, for that matter.

“Secondly, Charlie wanted me to tie her up like this.”

“She wanted to do this?!” She asked with her mouth shooting open.

“Yep,” I answered.

Meagan got up and walked over to her friend to look at the extreme way I had tied her to the chair. She looked at how her limbs were connected to each other and the chair as well. I watched her as she looked up and down the naked girl’s bound body. She seemed genuinely curious.

“You really wanted this, Charlie?” She asked. My sister couldn’t move a muscle to answer her friend back, so I untied her pony tail from her arms to answer. She nodded to Meagan in the affirmative. “What’s this thing?” She asked me playing with the vibrator at Charlie’s clit.

I smiled and hit the remote control, causing the toy to vibrate against her immature sex button. Charlie reared her head back at the renewed assault on her tender bud. As she moaned into the gag, Meagan looked at me.

“You’re hurting her, Scott,” she pleaded.

“No, I’m not. Look at the puddle under her; that’s liquid that flows out when a girl or woman is sexually excited. She’s enjoying this, trust me. Besides, I would never hurt my sister. At least not if she didn’t beg me for it,” I said with a smug smile.

Meagan still was not totally convinced, so I stopped the vibrator for a second and removed the ball gag from her mouth.

“I’ll let the two of you talk while I get some drinks for the three of us.” I walked away, leaving the two to talk. I smiled at what was happening. If this continued, I could have another girl to play with, if I was lucky.

As I was just putting the jug back in the fridge, Meagan walked in the room. I almost tripped over her as I turned around; she was so close.

“Tie me up like that, Scott,” she said. How could I refuse a request like that?

“Exactly like that?”

She nodded shyly.

Meagan was the shyer one of the two girls. She stood about the same height as my sister, and had pretty much the same build, but that was where the similarities ended. Meagan had red hair accompanied by a multitude of freckles, and fair skin. Although Charlie was blond, she also had a darker complexion than Meagan.

Anyway, I looked at her for about half a second, and nodded. I had her strip right in front of me. Her face flushed red at having to undress in front of a man, but she untied her shoes and pulled them off her feet with her socks at the same time. Her skirt and blouse followed, leaving her only dressed in panties. I waited while she looked at me.

“Yes, Meagan, even those come off,” I said as she hesitated. She swallowed hard, hooked her thumbs in the waistband as Charlie had done earlier that evening, and lowered them to the floor. When she stood up, she also covered her sex, but also her chest as well, not that she had much to hide up there.

“Call your mother and ask if you can stay the night with Charlie,” I told her.

She nodded and turned around to the phone on the wall. I got a good look at her plump rump as she was making the call. Her mother said it was okay, as long as it was okay with me. As if I would refuse this. When she hung up the phone and turned back around to face me, I had her walk in the same room as Charlie.

Just to make sure there were no more interruptions, I pulled Charlie into my Great Room, and had Meagan follow behind. I had her stand in front of my sister and not move while I went and got another chair from the kitchen table. When I got back, Meagan was still standing right where I told her to stand.

Before I began on Meagan, I retied Charlie’s pony tail to her arms, and replaced the ball gag in her mouth. I then turned my attentions to my guest. I knew that she wanted to be tied up like Charlie, but I wanted something different. Oh, she was going to get tied to the chair, but differently.

I told her to turn around. Once she was turned around, I put the same blindfold on her as I did Charlie, and a knotted sock became her gag. I pulled her arms over her head and crossed her wrists. I tied her wrists together with a good deal of rope. When enough rope was wound around her tiny wrists, I pulled her back to the chair she was going to spend the night in. When she mounted the chair, I continued to pull her wrists backward and over the top of the chair’s back. This forced her chest outward, and her back to arch.

I took another rope and secured the top of her chest to the back of the chair, passing it over her underarms. Another rope tied her waist to the back as well. Her feet were spread apart and tied to the rungs of the chair as Charlie’s were done. She was a little lower in the chair than Charlie, making her legs bend a little more.

Clothespins were attached to her hardened nipples as well, and hearing her scream was like music. She tried to toss them off her tender nips, but being well tied to the chair, it wasn’t going to happen. I ran my hand down her chest, and over her tummy to slide my finger along her hairless slit.

I noticed that jizm had not started flowing out of Meagan’s freckled cunt yet, but that would change quickly. I untied the vibrator from under Charlie, and retied it under Meagan. With her pussy being lower to the chair, I only needed one book under it to reach her clit. I retreated from my two victims to gaze at the site. Then, with a flick of the remote, the tool jumped to life and began stimulating Meagan’s clit.

She wiggled and squirmed to avoid the assaulting mechanism, but it was totally wasted energy. She was tied way too well to the chair for her to squirm away from it. I left her to her pleasure and returned to my paperwork. Every so often I would hear her scream out in the throws of an orgasm.

After an hour of allowing her to be assaulted by a vibrating piece of plastic, I went back in the room and walked over to her chair. The puddle of jizm was a large as Charlie’s was earlier. As Charlie was undoubtedly feeling left out, I turned off the vibrator, and returned it to my sister’s pussy.

I hit the button on the remote again, and listened to Charlie wail as the vibrator came to life again. I didn’t realize that girls were as much fun to torment as boys. Oh, well, live and learn. Charlie ‘suffered’ through another ten orgasms before I turned the device off again.

It was now past ten o’clock and I needed to turn in for the night. I pulled on each of the clothespins attached to both girls’ nipples, sending a fresh round of screams from their respective gags, and left them tied to their chairs. I brushed my teeth, pissed, and walked to the top of the stairs and pressed the button again. I could tell it worked that far away as Charlie squealed through the gag again. I turned and went to bed to read a while before getting some sleep. Just before nodding off, I turned the vibrator off, allowing her to rest her over-stimulated clit for the night.