LITTLE SISTER

BY VELOCITY

This is more of a tickling than bondage story, but it has both, so... When I was 19, I came home from baseball game one summer afternoon and heard my sister Beth screaming and cursing, and noises that sounded like struggling coming from her bedroom. I hurried upstairs to see what was going on.

When I got there, I relaxed a little. It was Bill and John Holt from two doors down. They had managed to tie my 12-year-old sister spread-eagle to her bed, a sturdy old oak frame with bedposts. Bill and John were both 14, tall for their ages, and neither of them would have known what to do with a girl if the girl invited them to have their way. So I wasn't too worried.

"Okay," I said in my most authoritative voice, "What's going on?"

The two of them looked at me, a bit embarrassed, then Bill, the older, blurted out: "Oh... nothing, Frank... we were just gonna tickle her. We weren't going to do anything dirty or anything."
I believed that. They wouldn't have known how, not that I was an expert on girls then, either.

I nodded. "Sounds good to me," I told them. "Go for it." My little sister glared at me as their eyes lit up, but I quickly added: "Of course, whatever you do to her, we're going to reverse and let her do to both of you, later, complete with tying."

Beth grinned and nodded her head. I'd had to be big brother to her before and get her out of trouble or face down some boy who was bugging her, and she knew I wouldn't stand for any nonsense any guy tried to pull with her. "Yeah, I like that idea."

The boys didn't care for that idea much, though. "Uh, Frank," Johnny said, "you have a way of ruining a perfect setup, yannow?"

"Fair is fair," I told them. "You can do anything you want to her and for as long as you like. But when you're done, she gets to do the same things to each of you for just as long." I waved my hand broadly across the scene. "Have fun." I walked over and leaned against the door, facing them.

Beth almost looked as though she wished they would do something, just so she could get her revenge for being tied half naked to her bed.

"Uh...." Bill began, "we haven't DONE anything yet."

"Then if you don't want to be on the other end of anything, maybe you two should leave now, eh?" I ventured. I stepped aside and opened the door.

The two didn't look happy that their fun had been spoiled, but they didn't like the alternatives any better, so they both shuffled out of the room. "And another thing," I called to them as they left. "I don't want to hear of either of you coming back to try this again later, savvy?"

They both mumbled something back at me, and soon I heard the front door open and close. After checking to be sure that they were on the other side of it, I returned to Beth's room and surveyed the situation.

Beth was 12 at the time and about average size for a girl her age. Her straight brown hair was shoulder length, with matching brown eyes. She was about as thin as other girls that age are, mostly legs, and, even though she is my sister, I could still say objectively that she was very cute and not developed yet at that stage of her life. That day she was wearing bikini bottom and a cutoff top. She didn't have any shoes or socks on, and I soon found out why: they were laying scattered on the floor.

I surveyed Bill and Johnny's work: Beth was tied spread-eagle pretty securely at the ankles and wrists to the bedposts with about eight of her knee socks. They hadn't gagged her, nor did it look as though they'd planned on it. I guessed from the positions of shoes and socks that they were going to tickle her feet. "You okay?" I asked her.

As though reading my mind, Beth confirmed my thought, "Yeah," she said, tugging a little at her bound wrists and feet. "Those maniacs were gonna tickle my feet!"

"Sounds like fun," I commented, grinning evilly at her.

Beth's eyes widened a little, and it dawned on her that she was fairly helpless. "Nononono," she shook her head, tugging harder at her ties.

"Well," I told her, "it'd be a waste to not take advantage of this while you're all tied up to your bed."

"Nononono," Beth pleaded, already giggling, "I'll tell Mom!"

"I think she would understand," I said, "And beside, you are so HELPLESSLY ticklish," I paused to let that sink in. Beth was giggling nervously and looking anxiously at me. "And," I continued, "this is too good an opportunity to just pass by." I grinned as evilly as I could.

Beth was a giggler when tickled. She didn't scream loudly... it was more of a little girl squeal, nor did she laugh hysterically. Actually, her giggle was very cute and girlish. And there was nobody in the house, so it wasn't like anybody could hear her anyhow. I don't really believe in gags, so it didn't cross my mind to use one on Beth.

"Frank, don't you DARE!" Beth said in her sternest voice, "Don't you even think... hee hee hee hee hee hee!!! I'll tell Mom! I'll tell her everything you did to me!"

Her warnings were interrupted by the soft pitter pattering of my fingers on her bare tummy. "Hee hee hee hee!!!... please stop that!... hee hee hee hee!!!" Beth tugged with her arms and legs, but she wasn't going anywhere. She tried sucking in her tummy a little, but of course my fingers followed that. She tried twisting a little on the bed, but that didn't work either. So she just lay there, pulling helplessly on her tied hands and feet. "Tee hee hee hee hee!!!.... noooooo!!!... tee hee hee hee hee!!!"

Now Beth and I had and have an excellent sibling relationship and aren't the kind who yell at each other or try to be bratty mostly because of our age difference. But no way was I going to let this get away without getting a little fun out of it. I knew Beth didn't mind being tickled, and since she wasn't afraid of me at all, nor had any reason to be, I figured I might as well take advantage of it.

"Kitchy kitchy kitchy koo?" I teased, digging my fingers firmly in a little and wiggling her naked tummy gently.

"EEEEEEE!" squealed little Beth in her soft voice as my fingers wiggled away, "hee hee hee hee hee... now you quit that!... hee hee hee hee... stahh ..haaa... haaa... haaap!!"

I tickled her soft naked tummy for a couple of minutes, then let her rest. Beth's squirming caused her thin cutoff to inch up her slim, stretched out body, and I soon saw that she wasn't wearing anything beneath. "Just get home from the pool?" I asked, conversationally.

Beth nodded as she took in a couple of deep breaths. That's where those freaks were, too!" she said, "and they tickled me all day at the pool!"

"And you tickled them back, no doubt," I grinned.

Beth grinned, too and nodded. Then she put on her serious look. "Do you mind untying me?" she demanded.

"Noooo," I told her, "I think I'll do this instead." I took hold of her cutoff top and pulled it off of her and over her head onto her outstretched arms. Beth was now completely topless which left all of her sides exposed, particularly the ribs and her small budding breasts with their soft pink nipples. Then before she could object, I lightly spidered my fingers up and down the sides of her now bare ribs.

"NOOOOOOO!.... ha ha ha ha ha ha!!" Beth giggled hard. "not my ribs!!!.. hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!!.. not there!!!... hee hee hee hee hee!!!"

"Tickle tickle tickle tickle girl," I told her, lightly kneading my fingers on her exposed ribcage.

She twisted and turned every way she could, but my fingers followed her movements and kept right on scribbling away at her helpless ribs and chest. "Hee hee hee hee hee....oh pleeeeeeeeeeeeaze!!!... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!"

I tickled her for a couple of minutes, then let her rest again. "Don't go away," I teased her. Then I went downstairs and took something, then returned with it stuck out of sight in the back of my waistband.

Beth looked at me in nervous anticipation. "What devilish thing do you have cooked up now, you brat?"

"Just this," I told her. I whipped out a huge old feather duster (that I'd shaken out before bringing it upstairs) and attacked Beth with it, tickling all over her cute little tummy and ribs.

"AAAAAIEEEEEEE!" she squealed as the soft feathers touched her. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha....eeeeeeeeeik!!!.. hee hee hee hee hee hee!!!" Little girl struggled helplessly against the cruel ropes that held her in place. She wiggled around like a fish out of water. "Pleeee... heeee.. heeee.. heeeze!!!"

"Kootchie kootchie kootchie?" I asked, as though I didn't know.

Beth was at the point where all she could do was laugh helplessly. "Hee hee hee hee... ahhhhhh!!!.... giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

Her pretty face was a light shade of crimson and her naked little body was starting to glisten from sweat. A few little tears had started down her face from giggling so hard.

Finally I could not resist her arched chest. I encircled one tiny breast with my fingers and squeezed so that it rose into a delicious little mound, with that poor nipple on top, so wonderfully vulnerable! The feather touched down about an inch away from it, and slowly circled around and around, getting a little closer, a little closer...

The tip of the feather brushed against the little girl's nipple, and I teased it all around its circumference. Now Beth was really pouring out gales of laughter, and her bound body was bucking all about, and I had a tough time keeping a grip on that 12-year-old beautiful breast while I tickled its little stiff nipple mercilessly!

I decided it was time for a break and let her rest, getting a cool wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning her up bit by bit, especially her small aroused nipples. She caught her breath and eyed me. "Are you going to do this all day?" she asked.

"Nope, just another couple hours or so," I told her kiddingly. I'd planned on maybe another five minutes, but it probably would seem like hours to Beth.

I sat next to her and smoothed her hair out of her eyes and off of her face and lightly kissed her lips. Then I held my fingers over her, wiggling them. She squealed in anticipation. I lowered them slowly towards her exposed underarms.

"Not there!!!" Beth pulled hard on the sock ropes that held her arms helplessly in place overhead. "Anywhere but.....EEEEEEEEEE... hee hee hee hee hee!!!... ha ha ha ha ha.... NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" My fingers had already gone to work, scampering over the hollows of little girl's underarms. Beth giggled madly and strained so hard against the bedposts that if they'd been breakable, she would have managed. But they held fast, and soon she was just laying limply and naked on the bed, still spread-eagle, giggling like a little girl she was. "Tee hee hee hee...ohhhh!...tee hee hee hee he... tickles!!!!!... tee hee hee hee hee hee...giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."

Next I tried the duster on her spread inner thighs. She went hysteric. I tickled the fronts and backs of her knees with my fingers, which brought squeals and frantic leg squirming, and briefly on the soles of her feet, which brought a few giggles from her (Beth walks around barefoot a lot, and her feet aren't that ticklish). Finally, I sat on the bed next to her and let her catch her breath.

"Are you done yet?" she asked, not nastily but in a sexy voice.

"Had enough?" I grinned at her.

"I think this might satisfy my desire for being tickled for a while," she said sarcastically. "Just wait until mommy hears what you've done to me," she giggled.

"Okay," I told her, "only one tickle left.....your favorite one."

She looked at me curiously and I made a face at her. She then realized what I had in mind. "Ooooooooo...." she looked at me, "you haven't done that to me since I was a little girl."

I laughed. "But you ARE a little girl". In fact, the last I'd done it to her was about two years ago when she was 10, but I never had with her tied up on her bed and naked. "Well, then I probably should do a bunch of it now while you're such a 'captive' audience." I ignored her eyeroll and lowered my head slowly.

"No no no no," Beth was already giggling. She closed her eyes tight, like she'd always done when she knew this was coming. Her arms reflexively tried to tug downward, but of course they couldn't.

My lips found their target: Beth's tummy, a little bit below her bellybutton. I buzzed playfully.

"OOOOHHH!" Beth moaned. Then she started giggling helplessly, in a voice similar to how she'd done it as about a six year old. "Tee hee hee hee...giggle giggle giggle...tee hee hee hee hee.. I'll pee myself! Let me go!!".

I buzzed and buzzed away, and Beth shrieked with delight and giggled and giggled, not struggling or twisting. I gave my lips a break occasionally, substituting light fingertip stroking, a bit of playful nibbling and biting on the soft slim tummy, lot of puppy-type licks, and a lot of rubbing of my somewhat stubbly chin (I shaved about once every week back then, and I was due for a shaving at the time). Beth just lay there and giggled madly and helplessly as I continued my attack on her poor little tummy. "Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee....tee hee hee hee hee hee hee!" was all that she could manage.

I checked every minute or so to see how she was doing. She wasn't struggling, so she wasn't sweating any, but her face was getting redder, though not dangerously so, and tears were rolling down her pretty face from giggling so hard and helplessly. Beth giggled and giggled, unable to stop or block out the the tickle sensations on her naked body, nor did she probably want to. I tilted my head at a different angle and drug my hair softly over her tummy. She squealed with delight and giggled harder. I kept up the tickling until the giggles started to be replaced by gasping. Beth was getting out of breath, and her face was a bit redder than was good for her. So it was time to quit.

I untied her hands and feet and mopped down her naked little body for some time with the wet washcloth, then dried her with a towel and dressed her up. She took in several deep breaths, stretched a little, and lay there, arms behind her head as I cleaned the tears away from her little face. Slowly the color returned to her cheeks. I gave her a few more playful tickles for a second or two each. She giggled, but didn't move her arms from behind her head.
Then she sat up. "What time is it?"

I looked at my watch. "About two thirty."

"That movie we wanted to see is on HBO!" she told me (I don't remember the name of it), "and it's only one once this month!" With that, she got up, grabbed my hand, and led me down to the living room and snuggled in my arms as we watched the movie. Beth was a cool kid like that.