## Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complete!

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:39 am

Well, time for another story. I already finished writing this story, so its just a matter of when to post its parts.
This one involves me, my brother Andrew, and my sister Betty.
To Canuck100 and rash357, on the last story, well, the cat's out of the bag. Guess I should never have said that!!
Before I tell, you want to have a guess? You're right, I'm married to one, and my brother the other. I'll tell when I post the last chapter of this story.
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### Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part I

Post by Tom Ford » Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:40 am

Winter 1966-67
Me, My Brother, and My Sister(mm/f)
Part I
In My Father’s Library
In the last story, Betty celebrated her ninth birthday. As befitting this important rite of passage, Angela kidnapped her, along with Maggie, Louise, and I.
It was the second Saturday of February, and our town was beset with a terrible snowstorm. That meant that we were stuck inside the house. Well, except for my father who had to go on official business out of town and wouldn’t be back till evening.
I woke up at about nine in the morning. I was still groggy, but I didn’t want to waste the morning away. I went and dressed for the day, washed my face, went to the kitchen, ate some cereals prepared by my mother. After that, I wondered what I would do.
I can’t invite over the others nor could I go to them because of the weather, so that limited my options. I wasn’t too thrilled to join my younger brothers—Lawrence (5) was still asleep while John (6) and Barney (7) were busy with coloring books. Betty was probably doing some girlish thing I wouldn’t want to be part of, so that left Andrew. Where was my brother and what was he doing?
I went to his room, and he wasn’t there. I looked everywhere, but I could not find him. Finally, I went to my father’s library in my house.
My father was a lawyer, who had dozens of law books. So, he fashioned one of the rooms in our house into a library where he store his books. Soon, every type of book (except textbooks we currently use) was placed there, including encyclopedias (we had World Book and Britannica), fiction books, etc. It has two flat tables with chairs around it, a sofa, and a ladder to help get books on the top shelves. There was also a place to type where a typewriter was in a small table and a stool for typing purposes. It was like a den. In fact, it was a den, but my father insisted in calling it a library, and we followed his lead.
My father was gone, but he allows us to go into it if our purpose was to read. I found Andrew reading a children’s science book. He was sitting on a chair and the book he was reading was on the table. My brother was a bookworm, still is, and when he’s doing nothing, he loved nothing more than to retreat in my father’s library and read one of the books there.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Reading. Now keep quiet! I’m trying to read,” he snapped.
My brother and I are alike in a lot of ways. One of those ways was our love for reading. Even at such a young age, if I’m not playing with anything or anyone or watching TV, I’d go get a book and read. Today was just perfect, and I got a book on one of my favourite topics, History. I think it was on the Civil War, but I can’t remember exactly. It was a High School textbook, but even at that young age, I’d love to read history books about it.
I settled down to read in the couch. For the next hour or so, it was quiet, as both of us required when reading, and we were lost in our books.
So it was such a distraction when my sister Betty (9) entered the room, full of energy, bouncing all around. It was cold, so she was wearing, in addition to her cream colored calf length dress, tights on her legs to keep her warm.
“Tom, Andrew, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Reading,” my older brother snapped.
“What are you reading?” she asked.
“About science and stuff,” he said. “Now stop bothering me.”
“Am I bothering you? I’m just asking questions.”
“Yes you are. Now go somewhere else and leave me alone,” he said.
“There’s nothing to do,” she said.
“Go and play with Barney, Lawrence and John,” he told her, referring to my younger brothers.
“What they’re doing is stupid,” she said. “Can’t I stay here?”
“Just read a book if you want to stay,” my brother said, looking at her.
“Why? That’s boring!” she said.
“Because we’re in Dad’s library, and you’re supposed to read and be quiet while you’re here!” he said.
“Okay,” Betty said. She went and selected a children’s story book in one of the shelves. A Fairy Tale book I think.
She sat down opposite my brother’s place on the table, and began to read.
Loudly.
“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess living in a castle. Now…”
“Can’t you read silently?” my brother asked.
“It’s more fun if I read it loud,” Betty replied.
“Well it’s annoying,” he said. “I can’t concentrate on what I’m reading.”
“Well, you can’t stop me,” said Betty.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll tie you up,” my brother said.
But Betty didn’t stop. She kept up her racket.
“So one day, the princess went out and…”
“That’s it!” my brother said. He took from his pocket a folded handkerchief and shaped folded it into a narrow long strip.
“Come here,” my brother ordered my sister.
Despite knowing that she’ll be tied up, or perhaps because she knows she’ll be tied up, she happily went to my brother.
“Give me your hands,” my brother ordered.
She turned around and crossed her hands.
“No, in front,” he said.
Now I was definitely curious. The whole time I was looking at the scene, too distracted by their banter that I can’t concentrate on what I was reading.
“No, do it on my back,” she insisted.
“Betty! Your hands, in front! Now!” he ordered.
Betty sheepishly turned around and put her hands in front.
Andrew promptly tied her hands in front rather loosely. We all knew she could easily get out.
“I could easily get out of this in under a second!” Betty exclaimed.
“I know. You could get out if you like. That’s a warning. If you keep up this racket and distract me from my reading, I’ll really tie you up!” he said. “Besides, that way, you can still turn the page of the book you’re reading.”
“Okay,” said my sister.
She seemed content with that. Even though she could easily slip the bonds in under a second, she kept it in her hands, turning the pages of her book, reading silently.
For a minute.
Then, she began to read loud. “The horse ran very very fast to save her…” and my brother was again distracted.
“Betty, I warned you, and now, you’ll suffer the consequences,” my brother coldly said as he dropped his book and stood up.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister

Post by rash357 » Sun Oct 16, 2011 5:59 am

I'm guessing you married Louise, just a hunch!

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister

Post by TUfriend » Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:29 pm

I think Angela likes Andrew more so the logical choice would be Louise.
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### Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part II

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Oct 18, 2011 8:00 am

To TUFriend and rash357, thanks for the comments.
Winter 1966-67
Me, My Brother, and My Sister
Part II
Escalation
I watched as Andrew approached my sister.
“Hold out your hands,” he commanded.
My sister did as asked.
My brother, without a word, untied the handkerchief tying her hands, and retied it, much tighter, but still in front. Now, it would take much effort, or her teeth, to get out of her bonds.
“That’s better,” he said. “That’s a warning. Don’t test my patience.”
“Okay big brother,” Betty replied in an amused tone which shows how little those threats meant to her.
Still, she played her part. For five minutes she quietly read the book she was reading, turning the pages with her hands bound.
Suddenly, she began giggling. It quiet at first, and not quite as distracting as her loud reading. Both my brother and I paid her no mind. But little by little, it became louder, until she burst into a loud laugh. “Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
“Betty, be quiet,” I snapped.
“Sorry, Tom, but this one is so funny!” she replied.
“Shhh,” Andrew said.
But it only resulted in Betty laughing louder.
Furious, Andrew stood up, and approached my sister.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
She promptly did so.
He quickly removed the handkerchief that tied her hands in front of her. “Now, turn around and put your hands behind you!”
Now that’s more like it, I thought when I heard it.
It seemed Betty’s eyes shined at the suggestion, and she lost time in turning around and crossing her hands behind her.
My brother quickly tied it off, horizontally, then vertically, tight, before knotting it off. It was really tight. I wondered if my sister can get out of it on her own.
She experimentally tugged and pulled and found no success. “Hey, I’m really tied up,” she remarked.
“Well, duh!” I said.
“Well, I didn’t you could tie someone up with a handkerchief for real. I thought you had to use rope,” she said as she continued to squirm.
“Well, now you know,” said my brother. “Now let me read in peace!”
“But how can I turn the page of the book I’m reading!” Betty whined.
“That’s your fault! Ask Tom if he wants to turn your book for you!” he retorted.
“Hey, Tom, could you?” she asked.
Why not? I was too distracted watching her struggle to care too much about what I was reading. I went over and sat next to her, putting the book I was reading next to her book.
“So, shall I turn the page?” I asked.
She nodded.
I smiled and turned the page. “Just tell me when you’re done reading this page, okay?”
“Okay,” she said.
I watched my sister read her book. When she finished, she lightly tapped my legs with her foot, and she looked at me and the page, and I understood.
I turned the page of the book, and she resumed her reading. This continued for several minutes, until, suddenly, she suddenly stood up.
“Hey, I think I can get out of it,” said Betty. “Watch me, Andrew! Don’t stop me!”
Andrew looked up from what he was reading, and smiled, “Sure, knock yourself out, sister!”
My sister began pulling and pushing against the handkerchief imprisoning her hands. But the tightness of the binding, as well as the fact that it was crossed and tied both vertically and horizontally, made such efforts futile.
“Give up?” Andrew mocked as she slowed down.
“No. Not yet!” she said.
Suddenly, she sat down on the carpeted floor. Then with the flexibility of a gymnast, she put her bound hands over her bottom, and to her front. My brother watched with an amused smile as she quickly used her teeth to undo the knots.
She raised her hands up in the air to indicate her success.
My brother and I applauded my sister’s success.
“Very good, Betty,” I said.
“Yes! Glad you figured that one out,” said my brother with a smile. “Now that you had your fun, you could leave, or could keep quiet if you want to stay. I’m still reading!”
“What if I don’t do that? What if I stayed here and keep on talking loud!” she asked.
“I’ll tie you up again,” said my brother.
“You will? You’ll tie me up with this handkerchief?” she said, holding in front of her my brother’s handkerchief which was used on her.
“No. I’ll use rope, and I’ll tie it around your waist so you can’t put it in front. And I might gag you too!” he threatened.
She made a gasp of false shock. “You aren’t you going to gag me, are you?” she said.
“Just be quiet and maybe I won’t,” he said as he resumed his reading.
Like before, I kept out of it and merely listened, as this was interesting. I thought that Betty would raise the game, and test her brother’s patience further. Whether it was smart or not, I was soon proved right.
She was quiet for a couple of minutes, putting back her book and getting another one. At first, I thought that she had learned her lesson. Apparently, she was quiet. She was giggling a couple of times as what she got was a funny children’s book, but it was restrained and didn’t distract my brother.
Suddenly, she laughed loud like a lunatic, and my brother looked at Betty.
“Betty! Keep quiet!” he said in a sharp voice.
“Sorry, it’s just funny! You should read this!” she said.
Andrew took the book and read the page that Betty was reading. “There’s wasn’t anything funny here!”
“There wasn’t? Well, will you look at that! That book conned me into laughing!” she said as she laughed. It’s clear that she was simply annoying my older brother.
My brother was clearly getting really irritated. He looked at me. “Tom, could I borrow some of your rope? Could you bring it here?”
Betty was happy when she heard that. It was clear now that she deliberately provoked it to get tied up. “Rope! Wow! But I’ll get out of it!” she proclaimed.
“We’ll see, little sister,” my brother said. “We’ll see.”
Those were the last words I heard from him as I wasted no time in running to my room and retrieving my ropes from my room. This morning has become much much more interesting than I had originally anticipated. In my mind, I was thinking, how far would my sister push my brother? Pretty far, I would soon find out.
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### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Updated

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Oct 18, 2011 4:20 pm

Great start and chapter 2! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Updated

Post by viking » Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:59 am

Great story so far. seems like Betty really liked to finally be a part of your games
so you married one of your childhood friends who also played in your tie up games... funny how things turns out sometimes
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Winter 1966-67 - Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part III

Post by Tom Ford » Fri Oct 21, 2011 8:12 am

To sarumansauron, once again, thanks.
To Viking yes, Betty took to tie-up games far more than my brother and I anticipated. And yup, I am truly fortunate that I am now married to my childhood friend. And not only me, but my brother Andrew too married a childhood friend who participated in our tie up games! While I am writing my experiences, it helped me to a certain extent as I could rely not only on the memories of my own, and my brother Andrew, my sister Betty, and both my cousins, but also the memories two of the girls in these stories whom we married. Contrast that to Frank, Chester and Jay whom I completely lost touch of. David, luckily, remained a close friend of my brother and I though all this years.
Winter 1966-67
Me, My Brother, and My Sister
Part III
Elizabeth in Peril
I went to my room and selected different lengths of rope. The type, however, was uniform—all of them soft, thick, and white, which was ideal for our purposes. The lengths were all precut. At this juncture, we rarely cut up our ropes just before a tie-up game. It had already been cut up for our purposes. Gathering the mass in my arms, I paused. I looked at my drawer, and wondered if I’d get handkerchiefs, and my roll of duct tape, even if my brother said nothing about it?
I decided to get it. If my brother decided to gag her anyway, it would save me a return trip to my room. And I might decide I would like to silence my little sister. I opened my drawer and selected four carefully folded handkerchiefs. Two were small, while the other two were large. I quickly put it in my pocket, then put the duct tape on my left hand like a bracelet so my hands and arms would be free to carry as much rope as I possibly could.
I scooped up as many ropes as I could in my hand, and I ran towards my father’s library. I was excited. This day was not turning out, fortunately, as boring as I feared it would be.
“Here you are, Andrew,” I said, dumping the rope on the floor.
My elder brother and my younger sister were quiet, surprisingly, when I entered—my brother deep in his book, while my sister just staring into the wall. Apparently, Andrew had tightly retied her hands behind her with the handkerchief that he had used while I was gone. It was a simple procedure that can be done in a second if you know what you’re doing and your victim is willing.
Andrew put his book down and looked at the amount of rope. “Good. Now, untangle them and give me the one we use for the hands”
I proceeded to do that. However, it took longer than I anticipated. It had been a long time since I used my ropes. In the past few games, purely by luck, we had used the ropes of the others for doing our tying. The ropes were entangled worse than strands of spaghetti. It actually took me a few minutes to untangle all of it.
“Um, Betty, little help here?” I asked.
My sister was awaken from her stupor and looked at me like I was crazy. “How can I? I’m still tied up!”
I felt very stupid at that reply. It elicited a sudden laugh from my brother, who put his book down and proceeded to help me in my chore.
After we untangled all the ropes, I selected a long, one that we use on our hands with a portion for around the waist, and gave it to Andrew.
Andrew scrutinized it for a couple of seconds before calling Betty. “Sister, come here!”
My sister gave another one of those overdramatic gasps of pretended surprise. “You’re going to tie me up with rope! For real!!!!” she said.
It was comical, because she already knew this, she was already tied up with rope twice, and she saw the rest of us use rope on each other many many times.
“Yes little sister. We didn’t get the rope to play jumping rope!” my brother laughed.
“Really? I thought we were playing jump rope here in Dad’s library!”
I had to laugh at that.
Andrew quickly removed the handkerchief tying my sister’s hands. My sister brought her hands in front and rubbed it, but her freedom proved extremely short lived as her hands were again quickly brought back behind her by my brother. Taking the rope he had selected, he tied one end of it to her left wrist, then wound the rest of the rope around her wrists first in a square lash for three passes, after which it was cinched, then wrapped vertically and horizontally, also cinched. The remaining length was wrapped around her waist and hands, and cinched between her body and hands.
“There! How’s that!” Andrew declared as finished his last knots.
Betty experimentally tugged at her bonds. “Wow! Now I’m really tied up! I can’t get out,” she said after a minute or so of struggles.
“That’s right,” said my brother. “I won’t gag you, but I will if you bother me while I’m reading. You can stay here as long as you keep quiet. I’ll even let you go early if you’re a good girl. Otherwise I’ll gag you so tight you won’t be able to even make a squeak!”
Betty giggled before nodding. I could see that she is not afraid of Andrew’s threat, and that she was enjoying this “game” that she enticed her brother to “play”.
Betty again sat on the chair and stared at her book.
“Tom, can you please turn the page?” she whispered.
I did as she asked.
“Thanks,” she said, and for a couple of minutes, she was quiet. So quiet that I returned to my reading.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, it did not last.
Without warning, she started to read aloud.
“Quiet!” my brother barked.
She merely stuck her tongue out and continued talking, singing, trying to be annoying while sitting in her chair.
My brother took a large handkerchief, folded it into a narrow band, and tied it over her mouth. He later told me that it was intended as a warning and he’ll gag her for real if she kept up the racket.
It didn’t work.
As all of you know, an over the mouth gag is useless. She kept talking, and talked louder to the point that it resembled a shout. Getting fed up, Andrew took the roll of duct tape that I brought, tore of a strip, removed the ineffective gag around her face, and ordered her to put her lips together.
She surprisingly complied, and my older brother put the tape of her mouth, carefully smoothening it over her face with his fingers.
She was at first quiet as she explored the limits of her action. Pretty soon, however, she discovered that she could peel the tape off at her upper lips, first by blowing to create a path for air to escape, then using her tongue to loosen the tape. By stretching her face muscles, and by using her tongue further to moisten the parts of the mouth around the lips, she was able to dislodge the tape from the upper lips, and the tape only hung by the jaw and lower lips. It was enough for her to resume making as much noise as she possibly could.
“Did you bring some handkerchiefs, Tom? I’m going to stuff her mouth. Let’s see how she likes that,” he said to me.
Remembering the handkerchiefs that I put in my pocket, it removed it and gave to Andrew.
“Excellent,” he said evilly as he took the two small handkerchiefs and began to bunch up together. It was big. Certainly bigger than anything we’ve used on someone with a small a mouth as my sister. I wonder if Betty would like it? Probably not, but then again, she did deserve this.
Walking over to my sister, he removed the tape and asked her to open her mouth wide as possible.
Betty hesitated for a second before she complied. Andrew then stuffed the enormous wad of cloth in my sister’s mouth.
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### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part 3 post

Post by viking » Fri Oct 21, 2011 1:05 pm

still a great story. but it kinda surpises me that Andrew didn't just tie her up in a effective way earlier, cause it seem's obvious that Betty wanted to be tied up when she kept acting the way she did.
anyway, looking forward to the next part.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part 3 post

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Oct 21, 2011 2:45 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part 3 post

Post by sarobah » Fri Oct 21, 2011 5:59 pm

Adding to the consensus... I am really enjoying this story.
Words, like Nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.

### Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part IV

Post by Tom Ford » Mon Oct 24, 2011 7:47 am

To sarumansauron, thanks again. To sarobah, thank you. I really appreciated that.
Viking, thanks. I’m not sure if that is what my brother really thought, when I asked him, he said it was so long ago he forgot what he was actually thinking at that time, but he said that it might be that he probably knew it and he was also playing with my sister, and he wanted to see how far my sister would go. But its only a conjecture. I myself thought that my brother knew she wanted to be tied, but wanted to drag the process out, but that’s just a guess. My sister, when I asked her recently about it, said that she didn’t think she’d be tied up, but when my brother threatened to tie her up, decided to get herself tied up as much as she could.
All in all, I think we were just playing a silly game.
Winter 1966-67
Me, My Brother, and My Sister
Part IV
The Guessing Game
Andrew grinned evilly as he carefully prodded the wad until the entire thing disappeared inside her mouth. Betty could only mew and grunt as it filled her mouth. I tore off a tape, and readied it. However, Andrew told me to get the large handkerchief on the table, the one that I brought down that has not been used yet, and tie a knot in its center.
Curious, I put the torn tape on the table, took one of the large handkerchief, and tied a knot at its center. Suddenly, it dawned on me what my older brother wanted.
I placed the knot right in front of Betty’s mouth. My brother, who had his right hand covering her mouth after he stuffed the handkerchief, said to Betty, “Close your lips so that we can tape it shut,” he said and lifted his hands.
Betty immediately opened her mouth wide, and I could see the wad of two handkerchiefs inside her mouth. I immediately thrust the knot inside and positioned it behind her teeth. Andrew immediately grabbed the ends and tied it very tightly behind her neck and under her hair.
“Quick, tape her mouth over,” he said.
I quickly got the tape that I had earlier torn and taped over her open mouth and the large knot. It was so quick and unexpected that Betty didn’t have time to react. She shook her head and tried to dislodge the wad, but it was too late.
I cut additional strips and methodically taped the band of cloth around her mouth to her face, ensuring that she couldn’t expel the cloth. After that, Andrew took the remaining large handkerchief, folded it, and tied it around her head over the mouth and tape already in place. It was knotted tightly also behind the neck.
“Tape over that one,” he told me.
I did as instructed. Soon, grey covered the lower face of her face.
“So, what do you think of the new gag?” he asked.
“I dunno,” I replied. “Is it effective?”
“I think so. I wanted something that is easier to put on and remove than tape around the head with headscarf to protect hair from tape that we do when we really wanted to gag somebody,” he said. “I’ve tested it on myself a couple of times and I couldn’t really expel the packing. Now I want to know how it works on someone else. I wasn’t planning on using it today, but little sister here left me no choice.”
I agreed. Although I don’t think a stringent gag is really necessary for a newbie such as my sister. Experienced tuggers like myself and my brother already had the ability to remove several types of gags without the aid of our hands. The tape around the head was one were we consistently failed to break. Yet it was messy and time consuming, wasteful, and very hard to remove. This new method would prove easy to apply, and remove, in comparison to the old method, and just as effective.
“So, are you okay, Betty?” asked Andrew.
Betty looked at her older brothers, and just nodded. We can tell by her eyes that she was having a blast.
“You think you could remove that gag on your own?” I asked.
She tried to, but after a minute or so, gave up. She shook her head.
“Good. Be a good little sister and maybe we’ll let you out,” my brother said, patting her head.
I couldn’t resist. I picked up a couple of flash cards that was lying around one of the bookshelves in the library. It had a couple of sentences with pictures on it on front, but only a blank white at the back.
“Okay, Betty, read this,” I said. Making sure that I didn’t see what’s written in front (I placed the cards on the table face down), I showed the card to my sister.
“MMmmmpphh mmmphhh mmpphh hhmmm phhhmmmm,” she said.
I couldn’t understand her. Nevertheless, I tried to guess based on what it sounded. After all, there were about thirty cards and I knew what was written on them. “Let me guess. Um, Bears eat fish and sleeps during winter?” I said. “Am I right?”
Betty giggled as she shook her head. Andrew, who watched it, laughed.
I turned the card around, and it read, “the United States of America has Fifty states.”
I put that card down and picked up another one. “How about this one?”
“Mmmpph mmpphhhh mpphhhhh mmph mmphhhhhh,” she said.
Again, I can’t understand her. I counted the syllables and tried to remember what was written on the cards. “Um, New York City is the largest city,” I finally blurted out.
She laughed.
Turning around the card, it read, George Washington John Adams Thomas Jefferson James Madison.
I took another card, and showed it to my sister. “Mmphh Mmphhh,” she said.
Two words. Well, this shouldn’t be too hard. I tried to remember the cards that only had two words. Finally, I blurted out, “Pacific Ocean?”
Again, she laughed.
I turned the card. “Atlantic Ocean,” I read. “Well, close enough,” I said before laughing. “Would you like to continue this game?” I asked my sister.
She nodded her head vigorously. She was having fun!
“Well, I guess that gag’s really good if I couldn’t understand you,” I laughed.
“Let me try,” Andrew said as picked up a card.
And we played that game for the next hour or so. Let me tell you, we did our best to guess correctly. Out of the thirty or so cards, I guess we guessed only two or three right. If this was Jeopardy Game, we’d be in the high negatives or so. I guess that that gag really worked!!
I noticed that her feet and legs weren’t in any way tied. “Hey Andrew, let’s tie her feet,” I suggested. “That’s okay with you, right sister?”
She merely nodded her head.
“That’s good, because if it’s not, I’d still tie it,” I laughed, grabbing one of the ropes. “Put your feet together.”
Unfortunately, my younger brother, Barney (7), came up. “Hey, that’s look like fun!” he said. “But you should let her go. Mom says its lunch time.”
We all looked at the clock. It’s a quarter past twelve. I guess time flew fast! I never even noticed that it was noon already. I guess we had so much fun because of that. Oh well, time to untie little sister.
However, before that could happen, she stood up, in all her bound and gagged glory, and walked out the library. We did not stop her. We just followed her.
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### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Updated!Part

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:46 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Updated!Part

Post by xtc » Tue Oct 25, 2011 12:23 am

I wonder if they'll include that game in the upcoming Olympics? Might make things a bit less boring.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Updated!Part 4!

Post by Tom Ford » Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:00 am

To sarumansauron, thanks. To xtc, that would be a neat idea!!
Winter 1966-67
Me, My Brother, and My Sister
Part V
Lunch Time
While we followed our bound sister to the dining room, I whispered to my brother. “Let’s get her and hide her while we eat lunch. That way, we won’t have to tie her up all over again.”
“Well, I don’t think Mom would like it if Betty goes hungry because we tied her up,” Andrew replied.
The trip was a lot slower than if Betty’s hands were free. Her feet weren’t tied, so she could freely walk, but it was a new sensation for her to walk while her hands were tied behind her back. Remember, this was only her the third time tied up, and it was the first time that she walked while bound without being supervised. She was not a pro at this like me and my brother or Angela. We’re experienced at this type of game, while she’s not.
Eventually, we reached the dining room. Barney was already there, but he was not seated at his chair. There was not any food served, ready to eat, nor were there plates and mats and forks and other utensils properly set like my mother always does before eating.
I contemplated freeing my sister, but decided to wait until my mother told me so.
“Mom,” Andrew shouted. “What’s for lunch?”
My mother appeared from the kitchen. “Aren’t you a little early? Lunch won’t be ready for another half hour,” she said.
“What? But Barney said…” I stammered.
“Fooled you! Fooled you!” Barney shouted, laughing at us, before running upstairs to his room.
“Why that little creep!” Andrew shouted.
“Betty! You’re a little tied up today,” Mom chuckled. “Having fun, Betty?”
To our relief, she vigorously nodded her head.
“Want me to remove that gag? Or would you want to wait until lunch is ready?” she asked.
She shook her head.
“Want to wait until lunch? Well, let me help with that. I really can’t understand you.”
With that, she carefully removed my sister’s gag.
“I said, you can leave me like this until lunch,” she said.
“Well Betty, do you like being tied-up?” my mother asked.
“Yeah! It’s neat not being able to move or talk,” said my sister. “And we played this game! It’s so funny! They can’t understand a word I said!”
My mother listened for a few minutes to my sister’s talk. My brother and I just watched the scene unfold before us.
“Well, I better get going,” said Mom. “Lunch isn’t going to cook itself, you know.” She looked at the wad of two handkerchiefs in her hand that was used to stuff her mouth. It was saliva drenched. “Now what am I going to do with this?” she asked out loud.
In response, Betty opened her mouth as wide as she could.
“You want me to put it back there?” she asked.
“Yes. You can take it out when we eat,” she said.
My mother smiled as she stuffed the wad back in. “But you boys should complete the gag. I’ve got work to do,” she said as she kissed my sister’s cheek and went back to the kitchen.
Betty closed her lips over the wad, then opened it again, then closed it. She turned her head and looked at us.
As if awaken from a stupor, Andrew went forward and untied the handkerchief around her neck with a knot in it. He put the knot in front of Betty’s mouth.
Obligingly, she opened her mouth wide.
“Thanks,” my brother said as he put the knot in and lodged it behind her teeth. He proceeded to tightly tie it behind her neck. “Tom, could you get the tape?”
The roll of duct tape was left at the library. Without any further ado, I ran back, took the tape, and returned. I gave the roll to my brother.
He took it without a word and began tearing strip after strip which he applied over her mouth and the handkerchief gags. He untied the second handkerchief around her mouth and retied it over the taped mouth, and applied more tape over it.
“There! Finished,” said Andrew. “Are you okay, Betty?”
She nodded.
“Try to say something,” he asked.
“Mmphh mmpphhh uuumpphh,” she said, or rather, mumbled.
“Good! Not a word!” he laughed. “Tom, get the ropes from the library. We’ll tie her to the chair.”
I was getting annoyed on being his errand boy, but I was too excited to see her tied up further that I did not mind that much. In less than a minute, I was back in the dining room with the rope.
Andrew pulled the chair from the table so has space to do his work. First, he tied her ankles. Then her knees. And now, he began the task of actually securing her to the chair. First, he took the remaining trails of her waist and wrist ropes, about a few inches in length, and tied it around the spokes at the back of her chair. That effectively pinned her to the chair. Second, he took a long rope from my arms and wrapped it around her waist and the back. He knotted it at the back of the chair, then cinched it between the chair and the back. He skilfully used the spokes to anchor the ropes and to push the ropes between her back and the back of the chair.
After that, he could have stopped, but he went further. Getting another long rope, he wrapped it around her lap and the seat of the chair. He didn’t cinch it but merely knotted it at the top of her lap. Then, he took another rope, and tied around her chest and the upper back portion of the chair. He cinched it tight, and tied the final knot on the front.
“There, all nicely wrapped up,” he said, satisfied, bringing the chair back to its original position.
“MMmmmphh mmphh uummphh,” she said.
“Mumble mumble to you too,” Andrew replied as went back to the library to resume his reading. “Tom, keep an eye on her, will you? Make sure she doesn’t escape, and to make sure she’s okay.”
“Sure brother,” I replied. I was more than happy to watch her struggle. I went back and retrieved my flash cards so we could play the game that we had earlier played. Like before, I hadn’t had much luck in guessing what she said. I probably only got three out of thirty that time—a truly pathetic result.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:33 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Pt V posted!!

Post by sarumansauron » Thu Oct 27, 2011 3:14 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Pt V posted!!

Post by viking » Fri Oct 28, 2011 2:58 am

like always, your stories are great
(tricky little brother you had by the way)
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister - Part VI

Post by Tom Ford » Sun Oct 30, 2011 8:03 am

First of all, to those who guessed:
I married Louise, and Angela married Andrew.
Congratulations to TUFriend and rash357 for getting the right answer!!
To Viking, thanks. Yeah, my little brother got us good that time.
To sarumansauron, thanks once again.
Winter 1966-67
Me, My Brother, and My Sister
Part VI
Conclusion
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on whose point of view it was, Mom’s cooking lasted another hour. I was ordered to set the table and call the others. I did that.
As soon as everybody was around, the food was on the table, and we were ready to eat, I made a move to untie my little sister. First I removed her gag.
“Wait! Don’t untie the rest of me yet,” she said. “I want to eat tied up!”
“Silly Betty,” Barney, my younger brother, replied. “You can’t do that!”
“Oh yes I can,” she said. “Tom or Andrew here can feed me!”
“Oh no young lady,” my mother replied. “I know you’re having fun being tied up, but nobody will feed you. If you want to remain tied up, by all means you’re welcome, but you’d go hungry.”
Betty appeared to consider the matter for a few moments. “Okay, you can let me go,” she said. “But only my hands! Don’t untie my feet or untie me from the chair.”
“Whatever you say, little sister,” my older brother replied as he went to her.
It was Andrew who had the pleasure of untying her. First, he untied the ropes holding her body and waist to the chair, then untied her hands.
“We have got to do this again,” she said as she brought her hands forward and began rubbing her wrists. “But first, let’s eat!”
We had a hearty lunch, and afterwards, Betty, Andrew and I had responsibility for doing the dishes. That meant untying Betty from the chair and untying her legs, unfortunately. Betty tried to weasel out by saying that she was tied up and can not help in the dishes, but my brother was having none of that.
After cleaning up, I was eager to resume the tie-up game with my sister, but Andrew opted instead to go and watch the television. One of our favourite shows would be on that early Saturday afternoon, and I decided that Betty being tied-up could wait until later in the afternoon.
Anyway, it was about three in the afternoon when I decided to get my sister again. I went into my room and grabbed my handcuffs and stuffed a couple of handkerchiefs on my pocket. One of those I again retrieved, folded into a neat little ball, and placed in my right hand.
Sneaking into my sister’s room, I found out that she was not there. Then, I heard voices in my younger brother Barney’s room. Barney, John, Lawrence and Betty were all playing there. I silently cursed my luck. So much for grabbing her inside.
My luck changed for the better, however, when Betty stood up and announced she’s going to get something in her room. I hid behind the door. When she emerged, I grabbed her with my left hand around her stomach and left arm, grabbing her right hand and pulling her behind me. That had the effect of pinning both her arms at her sides. At exactly the same time, I placed my right hand to cover her mouth. My actions had taken her by surprise and her mouth opened as a result. That meant that I easily stuffed the handkerchief inside her mouth. It all happened in a few seconds.
“Shhh,” I whispered to Betty as soon as I could. “I’m kidnapping you.”
Truth be told, if she really resisted, I would’ve a difficult time controlling her, but bless her heart, she gave me her full cooperation.
“Don’t spit it out,” I warned, and she nodded.
“Good,” I whispered as I dropped my right hand covering my mouth, grabbed the handcuffs on my pocket, and cuffed both hands behind her back. I immediately put my freed left hand over her mouth and dragged her to the room.
All the time, she was giggling.
When we were at my room, I closed the door, and began the process of further securing her. I dropped my hand over her mouth so I can get another handkerchief to tie around her mouth.
As I did so, she dropped the handkerchief on my bed. “Oh my God! You scared me! That was exciting!”
I smiled as I picked up the handkerchief she spat out and stuffed it back in her mouth. Then, I put a knot on the handkerchief that I picked up. I put the knot on her mouth over the stuffing, and behind her teeth, then tied it behind her neck, under her hair, rather tightly. I then taped her mouth over the knotted handkerchief, then tied another handkerchief behind her. Then I taped over that handkerchief, then I put a third handkerchief above everything else.
I led her to my chair besides the study table. I uncuffed her, sat her down, threaded the cuffs through the spokes of the chair, brought her hand behind the chair, and cuffed them. I made is so that I cuffed her right hand on the left cuff, and the left hand on the right cuff. Remember, as I threaded the cuff through the spokes on the back of the chair, you cannot switch left and right around, effectively crossing her hands behind the chair.
I did not bother doing anything else, because I was satisfied with how she was.
I drew back and looked at her cute form. “How do you like that?” I asked.
“Mmmpp mmphhh mphhh,” she replied.
“Glad you like it,” I said, even though I had no idea what she was saying.
She shook her head. “Mmmphhh mmphh mmphhh!”
“Don’t bother, just tell me when you can talk,” I laughed. “Well, see you around!” I said, preparing to leave the room.
I opened the door, and she created a ruckus when she saw that I was leaving.
She shook her head, stomped her feet, and made a loud a noise as possible. “Mmmphh mphhh mphhhh!”
“You don’t want me to leave you alone?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Sorry, you don’t get to call the shots around here,” I said as I left and closed the door. But because I was concerned about her safety, I came back after a minute.
For the next hour or so I ignored her by playing with my toys, sometimes right in front of her.
Finally, after an hour, I released her.
“Well sister, still want to play tie-up games with us?” I said, laughing, while I put away the tie-up materials.
“Yes. It’s fun, especially if you’ve got nothing better to do,” she said. “Hey, can you teach me how to tie up someone properly?”
“You have someone in mind that you wanna tie up?” I asked.
“Angela,” she said as she helped me clean up. “What I wouldn’t do to put her in her place!”
“And I thought you were her friend,” I joked.
“I am! It’s just that, among us girls, she thinks she’s the permanent kidnapper and we’re always the victims!” she ranted.
“Maybe I will. You could ask Andrew. I’ll bet he’ll agree to it,” I replied.
“Already asked him. He told me that he’s okay with it as long as you’re okay to it,” said Betty.
“Well, that’s good!” I said, laughing.
It’s true. I spent the next few days, with my brother, teaching Betty the ropes, so to speak. When Andrew was involved, more often than not, I was the one practiced on by my sister, but our efforts bore fruit. Soon, she would become as proficient a tier as any of us.
It would show when we formally initiated Nancy, Betty and Maggie into our group, which was the next major tie-up event of that season. What happened in the initiation? Well, you just have to read the next part and find out.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Wed Mar 07, 2012 2:35 am, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complet

Post by viking » Sun Oct 30, 2011 11:44 am

this was by all means a great story.
now that your sister and your cousin finally joined your group of games i'm getting really curious about how they will turn out.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complet

Post by rash357 » Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:09 pm

I knew I was right!!! Great story as always, looking forward to what's to come!

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complet

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:48 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complet

Post by xtc » Tue Nov 01, 2011 2:01 am

Over how many years did your involvement in the family saga extend? Or should we assume it's on-going on its own terms?
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complet

Post by Tom Ford » Tue Nov 01, 2011 2:47 am

> xtc wrote:Over how many years did your involvement in the family saga extend? Or should we assume it's on-going on its own terms?

I played tie up games with my family and friends continously until about I was 18. It reached a peak when I was 13 to 15 years old, then declined a bit, but it continued on until I left for college.
And I continued it with Louise, first as my girlfriend, then my wife, but that of course belongs to the intimate section.
For innocent tie-up games, my children, and their cousins played them too with each other. My children tied their mother a couple of times. There were lots of times I came home to the sight of Louise tied up in the living room by our kids, and I had to untie her. And of course, she tied them up on occasion, and I also tied them up on their request a couple of times. And on one occasion or two, when my family visited my brother's family, or his family mine, or such, they'd tie up their Aunt Angela, Aunt Betty, and they would tie them up too as part of playing.
As of now, all my children are all grown up now. Most of my current tie-up fun would be with Louise, but at our age, it only happens occasionally.

### Re: Winter 66-67-Me, My Brother, and My Sister-Story Complet

Post by xtc » Tue Nov 01, 2011 4:36 am

Thank you and thanks for sharing your past family history with us.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729