THE SUMMER PROJECT
By T.S. FESSELN
Part 1
The warm California wind caressed through Stephanie's long blonde hair as
she drove home. The radio was cranked to ZZ Top's "Gimme all your lovin'" and
all her cares were left in her empty school locker for the summer. This year
she would be on her way to college and freedom. Not that Steph didn't like her
mother and new stepfather and her step brother Jeff. They were cool as far as
family went. She just craved a little more space to call her own. . .an
apartment or dorm so she wouldn't have to sneak boys home. That is all she
really wanted, a little more privacy.
Home wasn't too far away and Steph was reluctant to put an end to her
revelries of school being out for the summer, but she needed to get home and get
ready for the party tonight. She eased the Dodge Neon into the driveway and
switched off the ignition.
Stephanie was one of those girls that made you think of Southern
California. Long, blonde hair, bedroom blue eyes, lean and tan with ample
breasts and an inviting smile. She was definitely popular around school and
guys seemed to undress her with their eyes everywhere she went. She actually
liked their stares. It was a compliment to her hours of exercise and sun
worshiping. She was glad she inherited most of her good looks from her Mom.
Stephanie noticed that her stepfather, Ray, was home. He must have taken
off early from his real estate office.
"I'm home," Steph said as she stepped through the door.
"Hey honey," her mother called out from the kitchen.
Steph made her way into the kitchen, where she found her mother and
stepfather sitting at the table; Mom with her iced tea and Ray with his Fat Tire
Ale.
"So how was you day," her mother asked.
"Good. Real good. I can't wait to get out to the beach and start
drinking up those rays. This summer is going to be great!"
Her mother and Ray exchanged a brief look.
"Stephie," her mother began, "we need to talk. Sit down."
Alarms started to ring in Stephanie's head.
"Here," Stephanie's mother handed her an iced tea after getting up and
going to the fridge.
"What's up, Mom?" Steph asked then took a long swallow of her iced tea.
"Well, honey, Ray and I have decided to take a long vacation together; the
honeymoon we never had the chance to have."
To Stephanie, this couldn't have been better news! A chance to be alone for a
few weeks!
"It is kind of sudden. One of Ray's realty partners has a timeshare in the
Virgin Islands. He originally was scheduled to go this week, but something came
up and offered Ray the use of it for the month that his partner had scheduled."
"Steph," her stepfather said, "it took a lot of finagling, but your Mom and I
are going. . .our flight leaves in two hours. I wish we had more time to tell
you about this, but it was one of those things that just came up and we would
have been stupid not to take advantage of it."
A whole month! Stephie couldn't believe her ears.
"Jeff will be here to look after you," Ray continued.
Stephie's elation faded a bit. She liked her stepbrother. He was a bit of a
nerd, a 6-foot, well-built nerd, but a nerd. It was his second year in college
and Steph only saw him on his breaks. For the most part, he kept to himself so
this wasn't going to be as bad as she thought.
". . .And his word is law, Steph. He is in charge."
"Cool," Stephanie smiled, "that's so cool that you guys can go."
"Do as Jeff asks, honey," her mother said.
"I will."
"Well, we need to be headed to the airport. You take care, honey."
"I will, Mom," she said.
Stephanie and her parents exchanged hugs at the door before leaving.
Apparently they had already packed. Stephanie watched their car leave from the
livingroom window.
God, A whole month!
"Steph," Her stepbrother's called from behind her.
Stephanie turned around. Her stepbrother was coming down the stairs. He was
wearing his Edgar Allen Poe T-shirt and jeans. Most of her girlfriends loved to
ask her about her dark haired brother. . .did he have a girlfriend?. . .what was
he like? . . .what did he like?, all those type of questions. He was
good-looking, but just a bit strange.
"Are they gone?" He asked.
"Just left," she smiled.
Jeff smiled his lopsided smile, "I'm glad. So what are your plans this
evening, Steph?"
"Ann invited me to a party tonight," she said as she skipped up the stairs to
get ready.
"Well, I am sure you will have a good time tonight," Stephanie heard her
stepbrother call out as she went into her bedroom to get ready.
-oOo-
Jeff was getting ready too. He rechecked his supplies; rope, duct tape,
handcuffs, a leather blindfold, a bright red ballgag. Jeff prayed for just this
opportunity, to have his stepsister as a slave. Now he had her, alone, for an
entire month to turn her into his own personal sex toy. He smiled as he heard
the water turn on in the shower and knew it was time to strike.
Stephanie had a bad habit of leaving the bathroom door unlocked while she was
using it, a habit that she hadn't been able to break even though both he and his
dad had accidentally walked in on her doing her make-up and other much more
embarrassing stuff. Jeff supposed it was growing up all those years in single
moms' household with nobody else around other than her Mom.
Jeff tried the doorknob and found that it was indeed unlocked.
Stephanie had her shower radio turned on high as she showered, steam and Annie
Lennox billowing out from around the curtain. Jeff just stood there, listening,
waiting, and putting the rope and tape and cuffs silently on the counter. Soon,
the shower was turned off and Jeff saw his sister reach for her towel from
behind the curtain.
Stephanie was drying off her head and face when she stepped out from the
shower, her face buried in the towel, when someone grabbed her and pinned her
against the sink counter, driving the air out of her. The stranger yanked her
arms behind her and with a quick click, Stephanie found that her hands were
cuffed behind her.
"JEFF!!!! HELP!!! HUUUUUUHGGGGGH," Stephanie screamed as the intruder stuffed a
large ball into her mouth and cinched it behind her head.
Stephanie tried to struggle, but the was only so much a naked girl could do.
She tried to remember the things that her gym couch taught about self-defense,
but here, now, the blond was in a panic. She was being forced against the
counter as the intruder wound some rope around her elbows, cinching them
together cruelly.
The blindfold came next. Stephanie tried to shake her head, but Jeff
managed to get it into position and buckled it tight. Jeff then spun her around
put her squirming form over his shoulder and after grabbing the rest of his
supplies, started to carry her into his parents' bedroom.
Jeff threw her onto the bed and again, pinning her on her stomach, he wrestled
Stephanie's long legs together and wrapped them in a coil of rope, binding them
together.
Stephanie felt another strand of rope being wrapped around her waist. She
fought and squirmed as much as she possibly could, but to no avail. The
intruder rolled her unto her back, cinched the rope around her waist and then
reached between her closed legs, feeding the rope through them. She was then
wrestled back onto her stomach where she felt the rope tighten and sink into her
pussy. The man then tied it to her handcuffs. Whenever she yanked and pulled
on her wrists, the rope between her legs rubbed within her slit and over her
clit.
Jeff stepped back to look over his prize. In his capturing of his stepsister,
he hadn't had the chance to admire her in all her helpless nakedness. Stephanie
still continued to buck and struggle against her bindings as she lay on their
parent's bed. Her long, blonde hair was a tangle of wet strands partially
obscuring her gagged and blindfolded face.
She was tall and slender and well tanned everywhere, thanks to that
swimsuit made out of that special material. Her breasts were nice and large,
with large nipples almost the same tanned color of her skin and now stiffened
and erect, begging for attention.
Stephanie was not a natural blonde, and her snatch was covered with a thick,
downy coat of mousy brown curls. Jeff got glimpses of it as his sister
struggled. Stephanie was an erotic masterpiece waiting to be played.
Dad and mom's bedroom was perfect for what Jeff had in mind. First of all, the
bed was on of the wrought iron canopy beds; sturdy with lots of placed to
tie-off rope. Secondly, all of his parents' toys were here. . .save for the
ones they took with them on their trip. Not only were there vibrators and
dildos and sexy lingerie, but also leather handcuffs, blindfolds, crops, nipple
clamps, the whole shebang. Dad and Mom had been into the B&D thing for quite
awhile, Jeff had found out.
Jeff got out the hidden key to the armoire and opened it up to his parents'
bondage collection. Sliding open on of the small drawers, he picked out two
sets of nipple clamps and smiled.
Stephanie was still writhing on the covers, but considerably less. Jeff could
imagine she was trying to think things through, trying to puzzle-out and attack
her bindings logically. However, when Jeff sat next to her helpless form, she
began struggling again in earnest.
Pinning her shoulders, Jeff rolled her onto her back and straddled her while
she squirmed. Once he was on top of the blonde, he began to gently knead her
breasts and nipples with his hands. Stephanie screamed into her gag. Jeff
always enjoyed the noises a woman made through her gag, whether it be from
pleasure or pain. He pinched her right nipple, not hard but enough so the jaws
of the clamp had something substantial to bite into. Steph wailed as the nipple
clamp closed. Jeff did the same to the other nipple with a different pair of
chained clamps. He pulled the chain tight and fastened it to the bed's
comforter beside the struggling girl, and again, repeating the procedure on the
other side. Now Stephanie was pinned to the bed by her nipples. If she tried
to sit up, the clamps would yank at her nipples painfully.
Jeff got up off the bed. His stepsister was sobbing into her gag, drool
running out from around it. Now that the clamps were in place, her struggles
were considerably less. Now time to set up the video camera and to have a
little fun. . .
To Be Continued
