EMILIE’S DEBUT

BY THE ONE

Emilie lay in the darkness of her room. It was around 4:30 in the morning, but Emilie was far from sleeping. She was listening to the sound of the shower running as her sister Alice got ready for the day.

Their parents were going to be away all day; they had left even earlier than Alice had gotten up to go on a business trip to Philadelphia. The two sisters would have the house to themselves. Days like this always excited Emilie because she enjoyed spending time with Alice away from their parents. Both girls liked the chance to talk about friends and boyfriends, and all the drama that went on at school, and these topics were awkward around mom and dad. They couldn’t really express themselves with the colorful words they wanted to use without getting in trouble. So it was always nice to have time alone with each other.

After a few minutes, the shower turned off. Emilie heard the curtain slide open, the rustling of a towel, and then the hair dryer. The bathroom door (directly across the hall from Emilie’s room) opened quietly since Alice didn’t know her sister was already awake. She padded down the hall to her own room. The door closed. A drawer slid open. Closed. Another opened. Closed. There were a few minutes of silence while, Emilie assumed, Alice was getting dressed.

Emilie liked lying in bed in the darkness just before sunrise. It was peaceful, and somehow less threatening than the dead of night. But, this morning, she was prodded into the new day by a growing discomfort between her legs. She had to go.

The bathroom was empty. Emilie headed for her bedroom door, yawned, and reluctantly stepped out into the hall. Without turning the main lights on, she closed the bathroom door behind her, and prepared to drain. But as she sat down, something caught her eye from inside the open closet.

Red satin reflected the soft light from a nightlight on the wall. Emilie was curious. This was hers and Alice’s bathroom. Her mom didn’t use this closet. Once she had finished, Emilie pulled her pajama pants up and softly walked to the closet. She pulled out what she had seen, and was instantly awake and alert. She held in her hand a beautiful red satin bra and a matching thong. Mom doesn’t use this closet, and this isn’t mine, she thought, so it can only be…

She heard Alice’s bedroom door open. Her sister’s footsteps passed the bathroom, then stopped. Emilie didn’t make a sound. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Alice peered in. Seeing Emilie in front of the closet surprised her.

“Emmy? What are you doing in here with the light off?” Alice flicked the switch on, and froze. There stood her sister, holding her new lingerie. Not just holding, but holding. Holding with desire. Alice almost laughed. “What are you doing with those?” she asked, amused.

“I…I…um…” Emilie stammered, and quickly put the lingerie back on the shelf. She didn’t get it quite the whole way on though, and the thong fell and plopped onto her foot. “Oh…sorry!” she said, very embarrassed, picked the thong up, and put it back on the shelf with the bra.

“You like them?” Alice asked. “I just bought them yesterday.”

Emilie’s face flushed as red as the racy outfit she had been holding. “Oh! Yeah, they’re really nice.”

“Thanks,” Alice said, still trying not to laugh at her younger sister, “Don’t be so embarrassed, Emmy. I don’t care that you were looking at them. I want people to look at them. That’s what they’re for; to draw attention!” She left, smiling.

About 15 minutes later, Emilie stepped out of the shower. She dried off and reached for her clothes, then stopped. She couldn’t help thinking about the bra and thong in the closet. She thought, Maybe I’ll just try them on. Just for a second. She’ll never know. Walking quickly to the closet she grabbed the lingerie. It felt so good and soft in her hands, she couldn’t wait to get it on her body. Pulling the thong up, Emilie got rush of excitement. Wow! I am so hot! She thought as she admired herself. She pulled the bra on. Though Alice was a high school senior and Emilie a sophomore, their measurements were almost the same. The bra fit perfectly!

Emilie watched in the mirror as she spun around to look at herself from every angle. She was so thrilled that she lost herself and said out loud, “Wow! This is the sexiest thing I have ever worn!”

Panic gripped her as her sister’s voice came from the hall, “What did you just say?” The bathroom door opened.

Alice’s jaw dropped. In front of her, her sister was standing in front of the mirror wearing Alice’s new lingerie and a horrified expression on her face. “Emilie!” Alice gasped. This was not cool.

“I…I…I…I’m sorry Alice, I just…”

“Emilie, those aren’t yours! I thought we agreed not to wear each other’s things without asking first!”

“I’m sorry, I…”

But Alice wasn’t paying attention to her sister’s stream of apologies. An idea was coming to life in her head. The patio in their backyard faced the neighbors’ houses. If Emilie wanted to wear lingerie that wasn’t hers, she was going to do it in public!

Alice left the bathroom and ran to her bedroom. She grabbed her best handcuffs from their hiding place under her bed and stood up just in time for Emilie, wrapped in a towel with the shiny red straps of the bra over her shoulders, to come bursting into the room. “Hush, Emilie,” Alice commanded, “It’s okay. Just come with me.”

“Where are we going?” Emilie asked cautiously.

“Just for a little walk. Come on!” Her smile reassured her sister, who didn’t see the cuffs in Alice’s pocket. Once they were outside, Emilie stopped.

“People will see me!” she protested.

“Don’t worry,” Alice responded, “It’s still too dark.”

“Oh…Okay…” Emilie took a few more steps out onto the patio…

Alice lunged. She grabbed Emilie’s wrist and twisted her around, at the same time grabbing her towel and pulling it off. Emilie shrieked and tried to run away, but Alice had her around the waist now. Before the younger girl knew what had happened, she was handcuffed to the iron railing that bordered the patio.

“Be right back, Emmy. Don’t go anywhere!” Alice ran back inside.

Emilie fought the cuffs, but she knew it was hopeless. Soon, Alice had returned. When Emilie cried out again, Alice slapped her hard in the face and duct taped her lips closed. With a length of rope, Alice tightly tied Emilie’s ankles to the bottom of the railing and made sure her hands were cuffed to the top, ensuring that escape was now impossible. A swirl of muffled protests came from the bound girl.

Alice slapped her again. “Quiet!” Emilie silenced. She was in shock. She had never seen this side of her sister before. She didn’t even believe that this was her sister anymore. Of course, she had never heard about what Alice had helped do to Heather.

“Now, you little thief, we’ll see how much you really enjoy my lingerie. It’s dark out here now, but you’ll still be here when the sun comes up. You’ll still be here when the neighbors wake up and look out their windows. And when that happens, guess who they’ll see? Little Emilie, being the slut she is.”

Emilie was offended. She was not a slut! She was just curious! She made a noise that she hoped conveyed that message to Alice.

“Well, if you’re not a slut, then why’d you wear my lingerie? Why’d you have to feel sexy? Only a slut acts like that!”

Emilie was stunned. Was she really a slut? She didn’t want to be…

“Well it doesn’t matter. You can explain everything once I decide to let you go. I don’t know when that’ll be. I guess once I feel you’ve learned your lesson. Well, enjoy the sunrise, little sister ! Don’t make too much noise or move around too much. Unless you want to be seen like this.” Then she added, “Slut.”

Emilie screamed through the tape and threw herself at Alice, but was stopped short by the bonds. She still screamed.

“You are just asking for trouble today, aren’t you?” Alice asked, taunting her. She reached up and flipped the cups of the bra down so Emilie was exposed. “There. See you around breakfast time!” Alice walked back into the house and locked the door.

Emilie was still and silent for a moment. Then a pitiful moan escaped her and she started weakly struggling to free herself, which was totally pointless. Tears rolled down her face, onto her exposed chest and dripped down onto the patio floor. Feeling a slight warmth on her left shoulder, she looked to the east. The sun was beginning to rise…

After another half-hour, Emilie was starting to get desperate. The sun was rising and she couldn’t free herself. For the hundredth time, she pulled her ankles up trying to slip out of the tightly wrapped ropes, but it didn’t work. She tried again to slide her hands out of the cuffs, but they were just a little too tight for her wrists to slip free. It was horribly frustrating.

Looking at the horizon, Emilie panicked. The sun was halfway up. Moaning again in despair through the tape over her lips, Emilie gave up fighting the restraints and started trying to flip the bra back over her breasts. She twisted around trying to hook the cups on the railing where she was bound. She twisted until it hurt, and desperately moved her body to try and achieve her goal, but it didn’t work either. She was attached to the railing too tightly and too close to have enough range of motion to cover herself. Her hair fell across her face as she slumped in defeat, trying to at least find a comfortable position. Even that wasn’t possible. She started to cry again from frustration and humiliation at her predicament.

The window opened behind her. She turned her head so sharply that it hurt, and tears flew from her face. Alice had poked her head out to taunt her again.

“Hey Emmy!” Alice called, “Having fun?”

Emilie was too defeated to get angry. Instead, she gave a pleading whimper.

“Aw, poor little sister… I guess this wouldn’t be a good time to mention that I can’t find the keys to your cuffs?”

Emilie was horrified. She made a disbelieving gasp through her gag.

Alice laughed. “Just kidding! See you later!” The window closed.

Light suddenly splashed across Emilie’s face. She looked at the horizon again. The sun was almost totally up, and it was getting high enough to light up their yard, and the patio where Emilie stood bound.

She frantically fought her restraints with renewed energy. She had to get away! If she could free her ankles, she could swing her legs over the railing and crouch down on the other side to at least partially hide herself. And if she could manage to slip out of the cuffs, she could just untie herself and run away. But again, both tasks were proving impossible. If only her hands were just slightly more narrow!!

Emilie knew she was running out of time. Their neighbors were known to be early-risers, and they would be getting up about now. She also knew that Alice was watching her out one of the windows behind her; watching for the first person to see the beautiful young girl on display for the world.

She was now struggling to crouch as low as possible. Even so, her chest was barely in shadow, and getting more and more exposed by the minute. Emilie tried one more time to fix the bra. Again she was unsuccessful. When she turned back around, her naked breasts were completely in the sunlight. Oh no!! she thought, fighting pinching and rope burn to get into what little darkness remained.

This went on for another ten minutes. Finally, the last of the shadows were destroyed by the sun, and with them Emilie’s hopes. She was going to be seen, no doubt about it. She was just about to try one last time to escape when…

The neighbors’ back door opened. Emilie’s throat tightened with panic, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Hi Emilie!” It was their neighbor’s five-year-old little boy. Emilie relaxed a lot, but not totally.

“Mmmm!” she called back.

Not understanding the situation, the boy said good-bye and went back inside. His only thought was that he was hungry, and was intent on getting breakfast.

Emilie breathed a sigh of relief. No one had seen her yet who would understand what they were seeing. Just then, she heard another sound. It was a car pulling into their driveway! Her first thought was that it was their parents. But then she heard Alice’s excited voice along with another girl’s. There was a slight delay, then the back door opened.

“Here she is!” Alice was saying, “What do you think?”

Twisting around, Emilie saw Alice’s friend Lisa admiring her. “Mmmm!” Emilie cried, but feared that Lisa wasn’t going to help her either.

“Very good, Alice!” Lisa praised, “I must say I wouldn’t have thought of this myself.” She walked to Emilie, her high heeled boots clopping on the stone floor of the patio. “Wow, Emilie, you have to be embarrassed right now.”

“Mm-hm!” Emilie agreed, nodding. She was on the verge of tears.

“Alice, how long has she been here?”

Alice grinned. “Since about five. Tied like this the whole time, exposed.”

“That’s what I like to hear!” Lisa continued, “A first-timer should always be introduced to bondage…” she pressed Emilie against the railing where she was bound and pushed her body against her own, her fingers wandering down to massage Emilie’s ass, “…roughly.”

“Do you think we should let her go now?” Alice asked.

“Why not?” Lisa consented, “but first, let’s take a few pictures, just for blackmail if necessary.”

Alice laughed at the joke. Emilie didn’t. Lisa pulled her digital camera out of her purse, handed it to Alice, and moved close to Emilie. She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off over her shoulders. She pressed the cups of her black bra up against Emilie’s face, letting her breasts also caress the girl’s cheeks. Emilie cringed as Lisa’s right hand gathered up Emilie’s hair while her left hand found Emilie’s exposed breasts. Lisa smiled her ravishing smile and Alice took a picture. Then they switched places.

Alice too removed her shirt to reveal a pure white lacy bra that looked glorious in the dawn light. She massaged Emilie’s nipples until they stood out, then tore off the tape gag and pulled her sister into a huge kiss on the lips. Lisa took the picture, but Alice didn’t release Emilie for a long moment. They then freed Emilie of the railing, but re-cuffed her hands behind her back.

“Please just let me go! Please!” the poor girl sobbed.

“Not for a while, Emmy,” Alice answered, “We have more plans for you. Lisa will be staying for a while, and we both want to see what you’ve got when it comes to pleasing us. It’ll be fun! At least for us…”

Emilie could only guess what was to happen to her as the two older girls half-carried, half-dragged her back into the house.

Emilie’s story continues in “Between Friends”