
A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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Sindy Keller - The Formative Years:

We are all well acquainted with the tale of Sindy Keller, her enslavement and abuse at the hands of a wicked step mother and her eventual rescue by a handsome prince from foreign lands. We are less certain about the lifelong attachment between dear Sindy and the infamous Brett Hands. This is a tale of how their attachment became so strong that it might cross mountains rather than break and cause princes to swoon so as to rescue dear Sindy.

Not all girls and women have one, of course. Even if they do, they are often hidden and never discovered. I refer, naturally enough, to a switch, a remote control if you will, which turns on sexual passion and gives up control and free will. Sindy Keller had such a switch and Brett, or Buttons as he is sometimes referred to, discovered its whereabouts and its use.

My tale starts not at the beginning of life but at around 13 years of age. Sindy was on a French exchange and sat, one Friday afternoon, on the first floor of a substantial town house watching badly dubbed cartoons.

Despite being only midday the sky outside was dark and thunderous and the rain constant and heavy. Still a warm wind swept through the wide open windows keeping the house warm if not downright humid.

Sindy allowed her eyes to flicker between the TV and the scene being played out on the sofa opposite. Her host, Felice, shared that sofa with her boyfriend Phillipe and it was obvious, from the moving bulges under the girls' shirt, that Phillipe was assaulting his personal bastion.

Stephan, brother to Felice and friend of Phillipe, stuck his head around the door, glanced at the writhing couple and then smirked at Sindy. He mimicked holding a glass and raised his eyebrows in question. Sindy smiled and nodded and Stephan padded on down the hall to the kitchen.

Moments later he handed our young heroine a cold bottle and slipped onto the arm of the chair in which she sat. Sindy took an absent minded sip from the bottle and grimaced at the taste of the bitter sweet French lager. She had, after all, expected coke.

Still, between the cartoons and furtive glances at the couple opposite she sipped her beer. When Stephan rose and returned with another bottle she realised that she had finished the first and gladly exchanged her empty. Stephan settled back down on the arm of the chair and, a few moments later, prodded Sindy to draw her attention to the sofa action.

Sindy tried to appear disinterested but failed.

Felice had allowed Phillipe to shove her shirt up under her armpits and now writhed in delight as his hands slipped under her bra to find firm flesh. Sindy took another sip of beer. The bottle was empty.

She was unsure when Stephan had started stroking her breast through her shirt but now looked down at his hand and watched in silence as he drew rhythmic circles around her nipple area. Her eyes flicked between TV and sofa whilst her mind concentrated on those circles. Slowly she allowed her eyes to gaze more openly on the now braless Felice as Phillipe feasted on her nipples.

Sindy wasn't surprised in any way when Stephan slipped off the arm of the chair and into the seat with her. She wasn't surprised when he briefly deserted her breast and lifted her onto his lap. She was somewhat relieved when his hand returned though, and almost grateful when she felt his other hand slip under her tee shirt and glide up the bare flesh of her ribcage. Sindy closed her eyes as her shirt rose to her own armpits. She kept them closed as she was pushed forward, like a rag doll, whilst Stephan unsnapped the clasp at the rear of her bra and then she settled back as his two hands finally focussed on her own bare nipples.

She felt a brief twinge of anxiety as the button on her shorts was undone, but lifted nonetheless so that they could be shoved below her knees and, as Stephan slipped one hand under the waistband of her panties Sindy looked across to Felice for comfort and support.

Sure enough her host now lay outstretched on the sofa, across Phillipes' legs. Her jeans were in a heap alongside her and her shirt and bra were not to be seen. Felices'  panties bulged and twisted as the boy ransacked her treasures.

Sindy felt fingers glide through the downy covering that she knew was kept safely within the confines of her panties. She wondered how far this would go in a detached sort of way and had made the decision to relax back and wait and see just as she was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Her head cleared to the sounds of Madame Briant shouting her usual boisterous hellos from the hallway below and she joined Felice in gathering  clothes and covering up as quickly as she could.

When Madame Briant arrived in the TV room the four children were playing a noisy game of snap and no notice was taken of the empty beer bottles and slightly flushed expressions.

Back home the following week, and with only a week before the start of the summer term, Sindy extolled the virtues of the French male to her constant companion Brett Hands.

Sindy and Brett had always known each other. They had been born no more than 3 weeks apart, Brett being slightly older, and lived in houses separated only by a pair of garages ever since.

Naturally, they had done the you show me yours thing around 8 and briefly played doctors and nurses thereafter but now they were confidents, brother and sister in arms, united against the world.
"So" asked Brett as they leaned against a low stone wall behind the houses "exactly how far did your romance get?"

"Oh, not far, you know, just a few days." Sindy answered coyly.

"Uh-huh, time for details Sinds" demanded Brett, adding "no secrets".

That was that. "No secrets" had been their personal password forever. It meant exactly what it said, full information was to be given no matter how unpleasant the subject matter. Details of getting caught stealing sweets at the corner shop, wetting the bed at 7, all those things that we grow up with and usually hide deep inside were shared by Sindy and Brett.

"Oh you know" breezed Sindy "a bit of a grope is all"

"I said No Secrets" reminded Brett.

"Ok, but not here. Can we go to yours?"

Brett led the way to his home. Both parents worked and he was trusted with a key providing that Sindys' parents were about and happy to keep an eye on him. As Sindy and Brett were almost inseparable it was really no extra bother to whichever set of parents happened to be watching out for them. 

Once ensconced in his room she began her tale. She left nothing out and told it exactly as she remembered it, stopping only to answer or ask a question.

"Brett?" she queried early on in her tale "What you thinking about?"

The boy had clearly drifted off into his own small world briefly and Sindy, naturally enough, had noticed.

Brett coughed and summoned his wits "I was thinking of Felice getting felt up" he admitted.

"Boys" hissed Sindy as she resumed her tale.

She got to the part when she first noticed Stephan caressing her breast and Brett held up his hand.

"What now" she asked impatiently

"Which breast" asked Brett

Sindy slipped her right hand up, cupping her right breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. She caught Brett smiling at her and dropped her hand self consciously. He continued to smile as she told the rest of her tale.

There was a deathly silence when she finally stopped with the brief description of a flurry of playing cards.
Brett knelt and moved across the room on his knees. As he approached the girl he asked quietly "do you feel anything like the same now?"

"A bit" she admitted "kinda excited and a bit breathless"

"I don't think that Stephan is any good for you" he said as he reached out with his left hand and gently traced a circle around her right breast.

"Brett don't" she whispered half heartedly

The boy moved closer and made slightly firmer movements around her breast. She didn't say anything, she simply closed her eyes.

Brett moved around behind the girl and used a hand on each breast for a time. He noticed every twitch, every breath every reaction to a change of pace or style.

"Happy?" he queried gently

Sindy nodded.

"Undo your shirt buttons" he whispered

Sindy didn't hesitate. Her hands moved swiftly and surely to each button in turn and her shirt soon gaped open.

"Untuck it"

Sindy tugged the shirt from the waistband of her jeans.

"Slip it off"

Sindy shrugged the shirt off her shoulders and let it slip down her arms.

"Undo the bra"

There was a loud hiss as Sindy exhaled but then her arms bent behind her and the bra too fell away from her body, the straps sliding down her arms silently.

Finally holding pure flesh Brett concentrated on her nipples and smiled and then giggled as Sindy squirmed and squealed under his touch.

"Is Stephan on your msn friends list?" he enquired

Sindy nodded

"Mind if I make contact?"

Sindy shook her head.

"Stand up"
Sindy stood slowly ensuring that Brett had every opportunity of retaining contact with her flesh.

"Turn"

She turned to face him and he smiled as he reached out for her nipples once more.

Sindy smiled back.

"Take off your jeans"

Her eyes found his and she blinked twice before her hands moved but move they did and her jeans were soon undone and shoved down as far as she could manage.

"Almost time to stop now" said Brett "I'm gonna talk to Stephan and then we'll both talk to him tomorrow. You mustn't go online tonight. OK?"

Sindy whispered her agreement.

"Good. Now, come round about 10.30 in the morning."

"Ok" she hissed fearing for the time he would leave her nipples untouched.

"Wear a shirt with buttons, like the one today"

She nodded.

"No bra"

She nodded again.

"And shorts or a skirt - not jeans."

"OK" she squealed as he twisted both nipples at the same time.

Brett stepped back and sat on the edge of his bed as Sindy dressed. He slipped a hand between her legs briefly as she turned to leave but nothing more was said.

A few hours later, evening meal over Brett retired to his room, logged onto msn using Sindy's details and waited scant seconds before Stephan made contact.

A flurry of short sentences mad sure that Stephan knew that it was Brett rather than Sindy and then it began.

Brett explained that Sindy was his girlfriend and that was that. Stephan snorted in the ether.

"Did you ever see more perfect breasts?" typed Brett.

"I not see" replied Stephan

"Oh?" encouraged Brett knowingly

"She had back to me. I touched I not see."

"I could get her naked for you."

"How?"

"On cam - webcam, if you have one" explained Brett

"Why you do that?"

"I want see Felice naked"

"Felice my sister" typed Stephan

"Uh-huh but I bet you seen her naked"

"of course all girls slags"

"So if you get Felice naked for me I'll get Sindy naked for you."

"I no believe Sindy do that."

"She will do what I ask" typed Brett assuredly. "I'll start off stripping her then you show me Felice and I'll finish Sindy."

"When?"

"Tommorow around noon?"

"ok but you go first"

"No" typed Brett "I'll start so you know Sindy will do it and then I see Felice naked before I strip Sindy. Ok?"

"ok deal."

Brett signed off. Read for a while and then slipped between the sheets and into the land of nod.

The following morning Sindy was a few minutes early.

"come in" breezed Brett "I have a plan to show you what a bastard Stephan is"

"What plan?" enquired Sindy.

"We're gonna meet on cam and he's gonna show Felice naked."

"His sister?"

"He said all girls are slags"

"Why is he doing it?"

"cos I promised to strip you afterwards"

"Brett!" she squealed

He smiled at her. "When you came here today, wearing exactly what I told you and looking gorgeous, did you expect to keep your clothes on?"

"No, but I didn't expect you to be parading me in front of the internet either."

"I don't plan to. I simply told him that I would strip you once I had seen Felice naked. I didn't promise to stay online whilst I did it."

"Cocky bugger!" she snapped

"What colour are your panties" asked Brett as his fingers snaked out to her right breast.

"ahhhh pink" she exhaled

"Any bra?"

"No"

"Undo your shorts"

Sindy undid her shorts and allowed them to drop to the ground.

"Very nice ass" smiled Brett "bring your shorts up to my room, don't bother putting them back on."

Sindy sat on the edge of the bed watching in silence as Brett set up the web cam. As he moved about the room he described in minute detail how he planned to pinch and twist her nipples, how, after he had proved what an arse Stephan was, he planned to get her completely naked and stroke every part of her body and how, eventually, he would show her his.

By the time he patted the chair and invited her to come forward she was flushed and sweating.

"There's no mike so he won't be able to hear us. You'll have to type what I tell you" he added. "Just trust me and all will be well."

"ok" she hissed as she signed into msn.

They didn't have to wait long before a web cam request appeared and soon Stephan was staring back at them through the screen.

He did have a mike.

"This your boyfriend? He an idiot." Stephan started.

Brett stood behind the chair, reached over and began playing with the girls right breast through her shirt.

"Tell him we don't have a mike and ask if he's ready for the exchange."

Sindy typed as she was told.

"We ready here - you start yes"

"Smile at the nice boy Sindy" whispered Brett. "Does that feel good" he asked as he made small puddles of her breast with his hand.

"uh-huh" she answered

Stephan stared back through the screen.

"Undo your shirt"

"Brett?" Sindy queried

"Trust me" he replied.

The girl was a little more hesitant this time but her hands slipped from button to button as Brett slipped a second hand onto a second breast.

"Lift it - show the top of your panties"

Stephans' face split into a grin as he realised that Sindy was already nearly naked.

"Type YOUR TURN in capitals" commanded Brett

Sindy leaned forward, cleavage held only by the boy behind her and typed the words.

Stephan smiled, wheeled his chair backwards and clapped his hands.

Phillipe led Felice into the room. She wore panties only and her eyes had a slightly glazed look. Another boy followed them in.

As directed Sindy typed "Is she alright?"

Stephan read the words and laughed. "She drunk slut." And then he turned to his friends. "Strip her."

Sindy and Brett watched as Phillipe wrapped his hands around the girl and the unknown boy stooped to grab and lower her panties. They watched somewhat dumbstruck as Phillipe mauled her breasts and the unknown boy stuck fingers between her legs and then, as Phillipe bent her forward and the other boy unzipped his trousers Stephan was back filling the screen.

"Time you strip now yes?" he hissed through the speakers

Sindy typed "Brett says he promised to strip me after he saw Felice naked."

"That true. English girls easy too" laughed Stefan.

Sindy smiled as she typed "Brett says he didn't promise to leave the web cam on. Bye Bye."

The last image Stefan saw was Sindy reaching for the switch. He immediately went to his contact list to find he had been blocked and he roared ineffectually at a blank screen whilst Brett had Sindy stand, slip off her redundant shirt and step out of her panties.

"Very nice" he whispered "very nice" as he approached the naked girl with a smile.

At lunchtime he allowed her a shirt and shorts to go with her trainers whilst they ate with her mother and then, with moments of returning to his house, she was naked, spread and probed. As he promised he touched her everywhere. He touched her very being, her soul as well as her clitoris. He touched that many times. And, when she was sore and needed a rest from orgasms he slowly undressed to fulfil that final part of the agreement and he showed her his. Then he showed her how to handle it, how to caress, stroke and fondle and after one further orgasm he showed her how to suckle on it with the words "One day you will be a real princess with big cars, fancy gowns and big parties" she had smiled at him "Until then, Sindy Keller, you may suck on my balls." And she had bent to her task with relish.

For many years Brett was her constant source of joy. Even during the dark days he would find time to caress her back to well being in his own special way. It was Brett who designed and had made the individually moulded acrylic breast covers which she would wear within her bra to prevent anybody else accidentally flicking her on button. It was Brett who gently glued them to her flesh when she planned to wear a strapless gown to that famous ball and it was Brett who let slip the secret of that remote control to a grateful prince and assured him that the glue would fail.

And thus rather than a glass slipper, her fortune was made with a clear acrylic bra cup which fit her and her alone. Sindy lived out her days in the company of royalty and one very particular royal footman.

Brett Hands never found another girl with quite such a delicate on/off switch.

 
