A Week Away

A Week Away

PRELUDE:

It was a typical summer day; the sun was blazing and it was saltry and humid, whispering of approaching storms in the surrounding hills. I was just out of school for summer vacation, as was my sister, Christy, and as usual we were both trying to finish up our chores around the house so that we could go out and enjoy the sun like typical kids on a typical summer day.

We lived in a small community of about 15,000 people with our mother, Janice, a nurse and administrator in the Psychology Department at the local county hospital. She was at work that first day of summer, and it fell on Christy and I to do the housework; laundry, cooking, cleaning, etc. as it did most of the time. Our mother put in long, hard hours at the hospital, and sometimes we didn't see her for days on end as she often came home late and left again early. Our father had died when I was five and Christy was eight, just over ten years before, and though his insurance had left us with a modest income and had paid off the house, mom still found it hard to make ends meet with three mouths to feed. So she went back to school for a year to get her degrees that she had abandoned to get married and registered as a Nurse of Psychology, easily getting a good job at the Community Memorial Hospital to supplement our income.

Christy and I were still in school, though she would be a senior her next year, and I would just be starting high school as a freshman. She was gearing up for college already, and seemed a shoe-in for any scholarships she wanted. Christy was a brain; always in the top 5% of her class, rarely getting a "B" on any report card, while I seemed to struggle in every class I took. Teachers constantly reminded me about how smart or talented she was, and asked me "Why couldn't I be more like her?" She was on the Honor Roll, and president of several clubs, though the only club that sparked my interest was the Art Club as I had a bit of drawing talent.

Christy was popular and beautiful of course, as well as smart. She was a Varsity cheerleader, in the "Upper Track", and clique as they say. I on the other hand barely had any friends. Where she was tall and shapely, I was short and thin, slender actually. She was both taller than I was, and she weighed more but it was in all the right places if you know what I mean. Her hair was long and golden brown- mine was shoulder-length and choppy dish-watered dull. Her skin was bronzed from the West Coast sun, while mine remained a pasty pale white, burning whenever I got too much sun. People who saw us together could not believe that we were siblings, and I admit, there were times when I had my own doubts. I was a geeky, average kid that just didn't seem to fit in outside of my own household.

Still, life at home wasn't so bad. I got on well with my mother and sister, and I know that they loved me, though at times I felt that my sister, being the eldest, was a little more favored than I was. All children feel that at times, I suppose, and not having a father probably made a difference. Some people thought that I was more than a little effeminate. Most times it didn't bother me. Most times…

Aside from the usual sibling rivalries though, Christy and I had a typical relationship, at least on the outside. There was one major difference in our home life that was not so typical and I have to admit that most people, our best friends and family included, would never understand. You see, my sister and I both loved bondage…

When I say that I know that the first thing that pops into most people's minds is whips and chains and a lot of shiny leather. That is not the case, and excuse me for a moment as I get up on my soapbox. When I say bondage, what I mean is being tied up and helpless, being bound with ropes or duct tape or whatever. Sometimes it could be chains, but not in the way most people think. My sister and I both found out at an early age that it excited us to see people tied up on television or in the comic books or in stories and novels. I don't know what it is, and I doubt Christy did either at the time, but the idea- at least for me- of being tied up, gagged and helpless while someone paraded around free to do whatever they wanted excited me no end. That someone being a girl or woman made it even better for me. I found out later that it was different for Christy, but I'll get to that-

I think it was probably the old Batman television show from the Sixties that was the catalyst, really pushed us over the edge. We were both too young to see the original run of course, but Mom had watched it when she was growing up and had suggested it to us one night when she saw it listed on Nickelodeon. Christy was dubious at first, but being a boy and into comic books I was all for it. I remember that first night with crystal clarity, the three of us sitting around the television watching as Catwoman tied up Batgirl with catgut rope and actually leaning forward as the captured girl squirmed and writhed on the lawn, finally starting up the sprinkler system so that the constricting line would loosen and she could escape. I was on the edge of my seat, and glancing at Christy I saw that she was watching with rapt attention, licking her lips and almost breathless. We were hooked from that moment on, the both of us.

Needless to say we became fans and neither of us missed an episode after that first. We went on to see if there were other like shows, and occasionally there were, but nothing to the extreme that Batman went. For a long while it was a bit of a joke as we both casually tried to find shows with bondage. We would make jokes about it, laughing at whoever got tied and at how stupid they were not to get out of the flimsy bondage that TV portrayed.

It was Christy who finally said something like "I could get out of that, so easy!" She looked at me and I smiled, knowing an invitation when I saw one. That was the first time I got to tie up my sister.

I tied her as closely as I could to what we had just seen on TV; hands bound at the wrists behind her back, sitting in a chair, another cord about her ankles and the chair legs. There was a gag too, which I used a scarf tied loosely about her head. When I thought I had her secured well enough I glanced at the clock and said 'done', then sat back in my chair to watch her try to get free.

There is nothing at all incestuous about our relationship, but I have to admit sitting there watching as my sister squirmed in her bonds, moaning through her gag and breathing hard that I was getting excited. As I said, my sister is gorgeous- always has been- and seeing her there like that, well, she looked hot. I tried to ignore that she was my sister, but that made it all the worse. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she struggled and found my eyes focusing on her heaving breasts, then drifting down her long, tan legs and finally watching her feet. She was wearing thongs, and I could see that even her toes were wiggling as she tried to get free.

I was staring at her feet when suddenly her hands shot down into my line of sight. I looked up and saw that her hands were free and she had already pulled the gag down about her neck as she deftly picked at the knots on the rope about her ankles. She looked up at me with a wide grin as she unloosed the cord from her legs and quickly stood. I glanced at the clock and saw that it hadn't even been ten minutes.

"Your turn," she sang, dangling the rope in her hand before me and I sighed, defeated and excited as well. It was my turn-

I sat in the chair the same as Christy and with a giggle she moved around behind me and started to apply the ropes. I learned then and there that my sister was far better at tying knots than I would ever be as she wrapped and rewrapped the rope around my crossed wrists. She jerked hard as she came to the end of the nylon cord and I actually winced as it bit into my skin. She knotted the line again and again, placing the knots far and away from my groping fingers before she moved around in front of me and squatted down at my feet. She was sweating from her exertions, and I saw a stain between her then small breasts on her tight shirt. I could feel her undoing the laces of my shoes, pulling them off and then my socks. She said I'd appreciate the rope better on my bare skin and I figured she was right. Christy started wrapping the second line about my ankles, criss-crossing it again every few loops. To finish though, unlike me she did not tie my ankles off to the front chair leg but rather looped the tail of the rope about the brace between the legs and jerked my feet back until my toes were off of the floor knotting them tightly in place.

She stood up then and brushed her hair back behind her ears as she looked down at me. I was already squirming, but she said that she wasn't quite finished. She picked up another long bit of rope and started tying it about my stomach and intertwining it within the struts on the ladderback chair. Every turn she tugged tight, forcing me back against the chair until she finally knotted that line into the bondage at my wrists. I had not done that to her, and when I called her on it she simply shrugged.

"Maybe you should have," she laughed as she bent over and picked up one of my dirty, smelly socks. She grinned wickedly. "Open up," she said and my eyes went wide in shock. Surely she wasn't going to put that in my mouth-

"No-" I said and she quickly rammed the balled up sock home. She held the palm of her hand flat over my lips and face as she gathered the scarf I had used and started to wrap it about my head. She got three turns about me, each one tighter and tighter forcing my lips apart and holding the foul packing deeper within. Finally she knotted that off and patted my cheek.

"There we go," she smiled as she glanced at the clock and stood back in front of me, hands on her hips. "Now get out of that," she said and sauntered over to the sofa and plopped down. I started my struggles-

We both learned then and there that Christy liked to be the tier more than the tie-ee where I was the opposite. She definitely had a dominant streak and loved to have me at her mercy. She loved to watch me squirming in her bondage, and I loved that she was free to move about while I was helpless. That was the biggest turn on for me. We discovered too that day that I had a huge foot fetish. Even tied up and struggling my gaze kept drifting back to my sister's feet. She caught on right away I guess, as she started to tease me with her feet. She crossed her legs as she sat, one over the other and started to kick her foot, dangling her flip-flop and slapping the rubber against the sole of her foot. She would stretch out her long, dark legs and rest them on the coffee table, crossing them at the ankles and twirling her foot. She would fold them up and prop them on the table's edge, scrunching her toes or simply plant them on the floor and slide her feet in and out of her thongs. It drove me wild, and I could see her stealing glances at me at first. Eventually she simply slipped one leg beneath her and sat angled towards me, raising and lowering her leg and flexing her toes making the rubber slap her sole as she twirled her foot. She grinned throughout, knowing that she was driving me wild somehow and worse, distracting me.

Ten minutes quickly passed, and then another ten and I was still as tightly bound as when I had started struggling. Christy laughed, finally uncoiling and strolling up to me. She stood towering- sort of- before me, hands on her hips and smiling in triumph.

"Well, I guess we know who's better at this," she mocked and I grunted into my gag, nodding my head. I figured that she was going to release me as she moved around behind the chair. My eyes went wide as she pulled the knots at my wrists even tighter. I moaned into my gag and craned my head, trying to see her behind me. She was already at the doorway, pausing for a final look-

"Mom won't be home for at least five hours, Billy," she said and I glanced at the clock. She was right, if Mom got off on time that was, which she rarely did. "I figure you ought'a be able to get out of that by then. I'm gonna get some lunch, then grab a nap. Have fun."

I screamed into my gag as my sister strolled off. I could hear the sound of her flip-flops on the hardwood floor receding in the distance, then her moving about in the kitchen for awhile. After that there was silence. I struggled and struggled at my bonds but five hours later when Christy returned to set me free I was no closer to escape than I had been when she had left me.

We talked about the whole thing that night, whispering on her bed in her room with the lights out with Mom asleep just a few yards down the hall in her own room. We decided that it was a fun safe game for the two of us to play so long as we didn't get carried away or try anything too extreme. The tie-er would never leave the captive totally alone in the house, or tie them in any life threatening positions, things like that. Christy decided that she wanted to do most of the tying, and that was more than fine by me. She had really enjoyed having me at her mercy most of the day, and I had enjoyed it too.

She asked me about her feet as well and I admitted that the way she kicked her legs and twirled her ankles had been driving me crazy. She had smiled at that, and said that she had no problem adding that little torture to our games. I readily agreed!

So it started. Over the next few years we took advantage of every opportunity we had to tie one another up, which was actually quite a bit as Mom worked odd hours and we were both LatchKey Kids. As I said it was usually Christy doing the tying, but every once in awhile she asked me to tie her up to try some new position that we had seen on TV or in a comic book. For the most part it was me on the receiving end however, and if Christy had started out great at tying me, she only got better.

I was lashed to chairs in various ways. I was bound hand and foot on the floor with her simply walking about me free, her feet falling just inches from my face and actually stepping over me at times. She tied me to the thick support column in our basement, sometimes standing head to toe, sometimes sitting with my legs stretched out before me. She quickly learned the art of the hog-tie, and the ball tie and too many times had me wrapped up too tight to move a muscle let alone try and get free. She tied me spread eagle to my bed and hers a time or two, but we both found that pretty boring as my movements were too limited for her and I could not see her feet, which was becoming a major turn on as I grew older. She did like the way my penis stood up at attention when I was bound flat on my back, and a couple times she actually flicked it, giggling as I writhed in pain.

It was just last month that she started to take things a bit further.

She had me trussed up in a hog tie on the floor of her room while she lay on her bed finishing up her homework. I was squirming about on the hardwood floor, a throw rug bunching up beneath me as I wiggled about and moaning into my gag in mock discomfort when I heard her book slam shut and suddenly her feet slipped to the floor right in front of my face.

She was wearing leather sandals that strapped over her foot just behind her toes and again about her ankle. They were dark and well worn with big gold buckles and thick crepe soles. They were filthy, and close as they were to my face I could smell the old leather and the scent of my sister's feet. I stared as she wiggled her toes, almost mesmerized by the dazzling pink polish as she slid her feet closer to my face. I glanced up, my erection growing beneath me and saw her wicked smile as she bent low and started to undo the knot of my gag behind my head. She pulled the old scarf free and waited until I had pushed the packing (one of her socks) out of my mouth, licking my lips and working my jaw. She slid her foot forward right under my face-

"Lick!" was all that she said, and when I looked up again I saw a hard, stern look on her face. She meant it, and there was nothing I could do but comply. I leaned in and started licking her foot. I licked at the worn leather and the shining buckles. I licked about and under the straps. I licked the edges of the sole, and the very bottom when she raised her foot, crossing her legs. When she was satisfied with the sandal she told me not to ignore her foot and I started running my tongue over her soft skin. It tasted salty and tangy, and every now and then I got a mouthful of dirt and grime but I did not care. I was in heaven. I licked under her toes and slid my tongue under her foot, moaning as she laughed and pressed down with her weight. I licked at her heel and sucked on her toes for a long time, then started it all over again with the other foot.

I heard her moan occasionally, and she would pull away too, teasing me as she denied me her feet. She wanted it though, maybe as much as me and kept coming back for more. I heard her gasping eventually, and when I glanced up I saw that she was laying back on her bed and all that I could see were her legs hanging over the edge. Her breathing and moaning increased, and I licked all the harder. I wanted to make her happy, and knowing what she was up to, I wanted to do all that I could for her as she had made my dreams come true as well. I was bound on the floor and licking her feet- what I had dreamed of so often. I licked and nibbled at her toes and her moans quickly turned to breathless screams!

Finally I sensed her shudder and her moaning and screaming stopped, turned to soft whimpers. Her breathing slowed and the bed had settled again. I kept licking but slowly now, softly as she came back down to earth. Finally she pulled her foot away from my mouth and out of reach. She placed it on my head and pressed down until my cheek was mashed against the floor. She just kept me that way for awhile, resting both feet on my head and face as she recovered from her orgasm. I closed my eyes…

I woke to the gentle tapping of my sister's foot on my face. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me sweetly. She held something balled up in her fist, and when she told me to open up I did so without a second thought. She stuffed her damp, soiled panties into my mouth and quickly replaced my gag before I could realize what they were and spit them out. I gagged and sneered for a moment, to which she giggled, but then I accepted my fate and looked up at her again. She looked beautiful as she stood dressed in her sandals, shorts and a tight tee shirt. She leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees and her hair cascaded about her shoulders-

"Are you all right," she asked and I nodded.

"Do you want me to untie you?" I shook my head and she straightened.

"Good," she said and stepped right over me and out of the room.

I lay there for awhile and struggled at my bonds but got nowhere near free. She returned in a few minutes with a sandwich and soda and quickly sprawled on the bed again. I watched her as she watched television, ignoring me but for the leg that she dangled over the side of the bed. Every time I sniffed about her foot or got too close she would pick it up and out of reach causing me to whimper. She tortured me like that for quite awhile before she finally untied me.

I was never really sure if our mother knew what we were up to or not. I know that she was happy that we always seemed to be getting along. In that respect we were unlike most siblings, but I loved and respected my sister for what she did to me, for me, and I would have done anything for her. God I had licked her feet clean. What was left?

Mother never said a word, never asked a single question even though there were a number of times that we had cut the bondage a bit close and were almost caught…

Once Christy had me hog-tied really tight on the throw rug on the living room floor. I was struggling happily and she had her feet stretched out and crossed at the ankles resting between my shoulder blades while she read a book for school. We both looked up and gasped in a panic when we saw the headlights of Mom's car flash across the wall. She was home almost two hours early!

Christy jumped to her feet and ran to the window, reaffirming that it was Mom. I screamed into my gag and rolled around on the floor wanting her to untie me-

"No time," she said, running forward and grabbing the edge of the throw rug. With an effort she heaved and dragged me across the floor towards the closet. I screamed into my gag and shook my head but she just told me to be quiet as she opened the closet door. She drug me into the dark hall closet as far as she could then stepped over me and out again and began shoving me in deeper with her foot. Finally satisfied she told me to keep quiet again and shut the door.

I was heaving, gasping for breath in a panic as I heard the front door open and close. I heard my mother and sister making small talk; how was your day, how was yours, what did you do, where's Billy? My eyes went wide as I held my breath-

"He's in bed," Christy said not missing a beat. "He wasn't feeling well."

"Oh," Mom responded, "maybe I should check on him."

"Just a cold I think," Christy said, "and a slight fever. I gave him some aspirin. He's asleep…"

"Okay," Mom said, her voice fainter now, moving away. "I'll let him sleep then…"

I didn't hear the rest. It was well after three in the morning when Christy finally came back down to release me. She said she was sorry, she had fallen asleep waiting for Mom to do the same. I moaned, as I had been in the hog-tie for better than twelve hours that night. Christy actually had to help me get up the stairs and into bed…

Another time I guess Christy was feeling really bold. She had me tied up in the basement, standing at attention, my back against the support column. She had tied my arms behind the column and wrapped ropes around my body at my ankles, knees, waist and neck. I could not move a muscle but she completed the bondage by gagging me with her panties again and then wrapping another rope about my face and behind the pole, spreading my lips as well as locking my head into place.

The cellar was a dirty, grimy place and we all hated it. The washer and dryer were down there as well as shelves and tools and boxes of things that we stored like the Christmas decorations and old clothes and such. There was an old weight bench that had belonged to our father that I had been tied to more than once, and a treadmill that Christy had locked me to before and told me to run as she had lashed away at my butt with a ruler. I had had my shorts on, and it had not really hurt but it had been a thrill and a half for me.

There were mice in the basement too. Christy had used to scare me with stories of rats but I had never really believed- not truly. That day though I saw them, two of them. They scrabbled out of a hole in the wall and reared up looking at me in curiosity. I writhed and thrashed in my bonds but they just stared, rolling their eyes and twitching their whiskers. They ignored me after a bit and finally dashed back to safety when Christy came padding downstairs to check on me. I sagged to see her, and she just smiled as she circled me, checking my bonds.

Christy checked on me a few times that day as it was really hot. I had not realized really at the time, but I was almost naked that day too as she had convinced me to strip down to my Speedo before she had tied me up in the hot and humid cellar. She came down and spritzed me with water a few times, gave me a drink on occasion, but I was bound and gagged, and tied to the pole for the better part of the day, almost fifteen hours before she finally released me.

Throughout I could here her moving around upstairs, her feet padding on the floor over my head. That really excited me and made my bondage bearable. It excited me even more, but worried me as well when it got late and I suddenly heard another pair of feet moving around upstairs. It was our mother I knew, home from work and I wondered what Christy had told her this time to explain my absence.

I could hear my Mom's heels clacking on the hardwood floor overhead as she walked and felt myself getting hard. Add to that my sister's softer footfalls and I was in heaven. I had two women moving about freely while I was bound, gagged and helpless in the basement. It went on for awhile as I squirmed, listening, occasionally hearing one of them but not able to make out what they said. It was great!

Christy came down late again and released me, apologizing, saying she had lost track of the time. I knew that she was lying, and as soon as I was free I dropped to my knees and started kissing her feet, thanking her. She giggled and ordered me up to my room, slapping my ass as I ran up the stairs and snuck up into the house still in my Speedos. It was exciting as hell!

Which brings me up to date…