THE SIBLING BOND
ONE
Seventeen-year-old Linda Harrison rose eagerly from her chair when her
straining ears finally heard the sound of the front door closing downstairs.
Checking an impulse to rush immediately from the room, she forced herself to
remain where she was until she heard the sound of her parents' car starting up
and driving away. Then, her heart beating rapidly, she left the room and walked
across the hall, where she knocked on a door and opened it.
Her brother Chuck, one year older than she, turned from his desk,
swiveling his chair to face her.
"They're gone," she said.
"I know." He grinned at her.
Linda felt a weakness in her legs as her handsome brother gazed at her
standing there in the doorway. She knew her eyes were bright with anticipation
and her breathing was faster than usual. She began to tremble slightly as Chuck
deliberately let his eyes move over her, from her long dark-blonde hair to her
sandaled feet. She wore a blue blouse, beneath which the shapes of her tautening
nipples could be faintly discerned, and a short skirt which displayed most of
her shapely young legs. Chuck raised his eyes to her face again, and she
swallowed.
His grin widened. "You're really eager for it, aren't you, Lin?"
She colored slightly, but did not lower her eyes. "God, I've been
thinking about it all day," she said breathlessly. "I mean, do you realize this
is the first time they've gone out for nearly two weeks? It's--it's hell just
waiting for a chance...."
"Makes it all the better when it comes," Chuck said. He swiveled lazily
in his chair.
"Chuck...let's get started...please...."
"Sure, Sis." His eyes glinted. "Let's see...who'll we get this time?"
"Couldn't we just...just be alone this time? Just you and me?"
He shook his head. "You wouldn't like it so much that way, and you know
it. You love me showing you off to other guys. How about Tommy Barstow?"
"He's a blabbermouth. He'd tell everybody at school."
"Hey, I know--Joe Felston."
Linda wrinkled her nose in disugst. "God--he's so weird-looking!"
"Just the man. You get the stuff while I call him."
She knew it was no use to argue, nor did she really want to. As Chuck
went into the hall to use the phone, Linda went to his closet, where she
unearthed a box hidden under a pile of old clothes. From the box she pulled out
a number of ropes cut into assorted lengths, some handcuffs, a rubber gag, and
other equipment. As she laid it all out on Chuck's bed, she could hear him on
the phone.
"Hello, Joe?...Hi, this is Chuck Harrison...Yeah, not bad, how about
you...Look, what are you doing, anything special?... Well, the thing is, how
about coming over here for a while...Got something I'd like to show you...It's a
surprise...No, I can't tell you over the phone, but you'll like it--I
guarantee... Right...Okay, great, see you in a few minutes." He hung up.
He came back and sat in his chair again. "All set."
Linda stood by the bed, hovering over the materials laid out on it. "You
going to tie me now, Chuck?" she breathed eagerly. "Tell me what you want to
use, I'll bring it to you."
"Hold on, Sis, you know better than that. I can't tie you with your
clothes on--I'd have to rip them off later."
She felt the weakness in her legs again. "You...you want me to take them
off? Or do you want to do it?"
"You do it this time. I'll watch. Strip that hot little body for me."
Licking her dry lips, Linda slowly began to undo the buttons on her
blouse as she stood facing Chuck, who watched her closely, his own breathing
starting to speed up now. When all the buttons were open and the blouse parted
just enough to reveal the inner slopes of her breasts, she unfastened the little
wrap-around skirt and let it fall. She had on tiny bikini panties, below which
her smooth thighs curved enticingly.
Then, watching her brother's face, she gradually drew the blouse open,
baring her firm, luscious breasts, then pulled it off and dropped it on the
floor.
Chuck drew a deep breath. "Damn, those tits!" he breathed. "Every time I
see them, I can't believe it. You sure have a great bod for such a young chick,
Sis."
Linda blushed. "What are you going to do with it?" she whispered.
"Take the pants off and let's find out."
The girl pulled off her panties eagerly, then kicked off her sandals,
leaving herself completely naked. She turned completely around under Chuck's
admiring gaze.
"Now?" she asked, looking longingly at the equipment on the bed.
Chuck nodded. "Okay. Bring me over some rope. Nothing too complicated to
start with."
Linda picked out several lengths of rope and carried them over to him.
She placed them carefully in his lap and stood before him, her breasts rising
and falling with eagerness.
"Tie me good, Chuck," she pleaded. "I need it so much..."
"Turn around," he ordered.
She did so, and without having to be told, put her hands behind her
back, the wrists crossed. Chuck rapidly bound one of the ropes tightly around
her wrists several times and tied it securely. Linda gasped with pleasure as he
passed the remainder of the rope around her waist and pulled it taut, cinching
her waist and locking her wrists against the small of her back.
"Oh, that's good, Chuck," she murmured. "God, it's good..."
Chuck chose a shorter length of rope and, bending down, tied one end
around each of her ankles, leaving enough slack between so that she could take
short, hobbling steps. "That'll do for a start," he said. "Let's go downstairs
and get you ready for Joe."
Chuck left the room and started down the stairs. Linda followed him
slowly, her hobbled legs making it difficult for her to walk, especially with
her hands fastened behind her. When she reached the stairs she found that her
ankle-rope was not long enough to allow her to negotiate them.
Following Chuck's instructions, she had to sit down on the steps and
slide down them in a sitting position, one by one. Chuck watched with interest
the exciting play of her legs, and especially the bouncing of her thrust-out
breasts, as she made her way down.
When she reached the bottom she was panting. Chuck helped her to stand.
She leaned against him. "Chuck..." she gasped.
He knew what she was going to say. "What?"
"Chuck, please...hit me. Please. Please, hit me..."
"Not now, Lin. There's not much time."
"Just once. Please. Look..." She hobbled to the lower part of the
banister and bent herself over it. Her head hung down the other side, her hair
almost reaching the floor. Her rounded buttocks stuck out temptingly.
"Just one, Chuck. One hard one, okay?" she pleaded.
"With the belt?"
"Yes...Oh god, yes..."
"Right." Chuck pulled the belt from his trousers and doubled it over. He
raised it high as she moaned in pleasurable suspense, then brought it whistling
down in a cracking blow across her bottom.
She cried out with the thrilling pain. "One more," she gasped. "One
more..."
Chuck enjoyed beating his sister enough to give in to her plea. He
brought the belt crashing down again, this time catching her on the tender flesh
at the back of her thighs. Linda screamed.
"That's all for now," Chuck panted, dropping the belt. He helped
Linda straighten up. Her mouth was slack, her eyes glazed. "Chuck..." she
whimpered. She fell against him and rubbed her nude, bound body into
him.
"Later," Chuck said hoarsely. "Come on now." He led her around to the
other side of the banister and placed her with her back against the stair rails,
facing into the living room. He untied her hands and retied them in front of
her, then tossed the rope over the banister, guided it back through the stair
rails and pulled it tight, thus hauling Linda's arms up over her head. He kept
up the pressure on the rope, stretching the girl taut until her arms and body
strained. Linda moaned ecstatically.
"How's that?" Chuck gritted.
"More..." she panted. "Tighter...Pull it tighter..."
Chuck pulled on the rope with all his strength, and Linda cried out
again as her body was stretched to the utmost. She hung from her wrists, only
her toes touching the floor.
"Oh, beautiful, Chuck..." she cried joyfully. "Oh god, it's so...so
good...I feel so...helpless...Can't move...."
Chuck tied off the rope and then stepped back to look at the beautiful
defenseless body of his sister hanging before him. The uplifted position of her
arms flattened her breasts only slightly, and they stuck out toward him
challengingly. Her smooth flesh was pulled tight over her ribs and the curve of
her hips, and her legs writhed as her feet sought purchase on the floor.
"You sweet, tied-up bitch," he muttered, and stepped forward to put his
hands on her.
Linda groaned wantonly as he touched her. He ran his hands over her body
exploringly, then toyed with her breasts. The nipples were rock-hard as he
squeezed them between his fingers. Linda whimpered as he played with her, her
head rolling, her eyes glazed. He trailed one hand down her stomach and between
her legs. She groaned again, loudly, and her body twisted.
"God, you love being like this, little Sis. Little hot piece. You really
love it."
"Yes....Love it....Jesus...hot piece....Ohhh god...."
The doorbell rang.
Chuck stepped back, smiling into Linda's eyes. "Ah, that will be Joe."
He left her there and went into the foyer to answer the door.. The front door
was just out of her sight, but she heard it open.
"Hi, Joe," Chuck's cheerful voice said. "Glad you could make it, old
buddy. Come right in."
"Hi, Chuck," another voice said. "What's all this about a surprise? I
don't--"
Then the two boys came into sight, and Joe stopped short. His eyes
widened, his mouth dropped open at the unexpected sight of Chuck's beautiful
long-haired sister, completely naked, tied up, dangling helplessly against the
stair railings.
After a long minute, Joe swallowed hard. "Jesus Christ!" he choked.
Chuck grinned at him. "That's it, buddy. That's the surprise. She's all
yours. And mine, too," he added.
Joe turned to him, still in shock. "You mean--you mean I can...we can
just..."
"Yep. We can do anything we want with her. anything at all. And she'll
love it. Won't you, Sis?"
Linda nodded.
Then her belly began to churn with a mixture of fearful apprehension and
excited anticipation as her brother and his friend walked toward her....
