## Lauren part 1, tied by my wonderful brother

Post by charlie » Sat Aug 24, 2013 1:14 pm

[this is from my dear friend "Lauren" (names changed by her, mainly to protect her beloved brother "Andy" from possible embarrassment) -- Charlie]
Hi,
My name is Lauren. Ever since I've was just a little girl I've had a fascination about being tied up. In case I have time to write up more than one of these, I'm putting them here in the intimate section for a couple of reasons. If I get to the part the happened during my "boy crazy" phase when I was about sixteen or seventeen, that stuff just has to go here.
Also, my stories have quite a bit of nudity in them, and some people get very uncomfortable with stories that include naked underage girls. Please be aware there was NEVER any sexual abuse or exploitation in my family. I just grew up in a family that was just very comfortable with our bodies and very casual about nudity. This went for all four of us; me, my wonderful Mom and Dad, and Andy the best brother a girl could ever have, 14 months older than me.
We never thought twice about changing in front of each other, and we often walked around our house naked. When we were little kids, Andy and I gently but thoroughly explored each other's bodies many times. My Mom and Dad didn't freak out about it; they taught both of us all the correct anatomical names for all the body parts, even the harder words like "clitoris" and "scrotum".
A couple of times Andy and I accidentally walked into Mom and Dad's bedroom when they were having sex. They were a little flustered at first, but then they explained that they weren't fighting or hurting each other, and this was something very nice for both of them, and this was something that kids didn't do but grownups did once they found the love of their life. That was a good enough explanation (mostly) for us at the time (although the curious side in me very much wanted to learn more; I saw the look on Mom's face and I wondered when I'd be able to feel as happy as she looked).
I think it is important to say all this now, since my stories include a couple of times that I talked Andy into tying me up buck naked. I don't want you to get the wrong idea that this was something exploitive or incestuous or anything like that. There was never any outright sexual activity within my family (except, of course, between Mom and Dad, and they tried to be private). Andy and I never did anything we weren't both willing to do, we never hurt each other, and we've never had any regrets. By the way, even though I was younger, I was very much the leader on all this; I was more socially mature, and when puberty crept into the scene, I was the first one there.
Also, I'm an incurable exhibitionist. I mentioned my whole family was comfortable about nudity. I was more than comfortable. I didn't care much for clothes, and as often as not I spent my time in the house completely naked. During my elementary school years, sometimes I'd keep a shirt, panties, shorts, and flip-flops by the door and put them on when I went out, but as soon as I came back in they came right back off.
I love to swim, which is a great opportunity for minimal clothing. After puberty started filling out my curves, whenever I'd swim in public pools or go to the beach, I'd wear the skimpiest suit my parents would tolerate. I noticed I got a lot of attention from the teenage boys, and I loved it. I was very confident and comfortable with my body, and frankly, I was a showoff.
Mom absolutely vetoed my wearing a thong bikini bottom, but she usually tolerated a skimpy string bikini that only covered about two thirds of my boobs and my behind. I was a little on the skinny side, and my breasts and butt were more small and firm than big and bouncy, so it's not like I was falling out of my suit. It was fun watching the boys' heads turn and seeing them try to check me out from every angle.
If you're finding any of this totally creepy, please give up on my stories now. But if you can accept this (and if it's as much fun for you to read as for me to tell), please read on. I know I've gone a long way without much "tie up", so, finally...
Andy and I had lots of sibling rivalry going on, and we annoyed each other, but we really loved each other too. When Andy and I would "fight" it usually turned into a wresting match and a tickle fight. As little kids, before puberty, I got bigger and stronger first, so I could easily beat Andy for a while, but later he got taller and stronger and he started beating me.
Anyhow, in our fights, the loser usually eventually ended up getting pinned down helplessly, and shirts got pulled up (if they were worn at all) to expose sensitive bare tummy skin for a tickle torture. Andy and I both liked getting tickled, and at the end of our fights we'd alway hug and cuddle. By the way, Andy was almost always clothed, but as you can guess from my introduction, I was completely naked as often as not.
Sometimes Andy and I would spank each other too. Our own parents never ever spanked us, but we knew other kids who'd get spanked (and they'd tell wildly exaggerated stories about it too). Once in a while the loser of our play fights would get a spanking. This was something we both decided on, just to make our little game a little naughtier and more exciting. OK, to be more honest, I decided on it, and as usual I talked Andy into going along; I'm a girl who knows how to get what she wants!
Back when I was the stronger one, I'd sometimes even pull down Andy's pants and underwear and spank him on his bare bottom. It was never hard enough to really hurt him, but just to prove I had won. All this started long before we had hit puberty, and certainly way before we had any clue about the sexual connotations of a bare bottomed spanking. But onward to Andy tying me up...
One warm summer day I was playing outside just wearing short shorts and a short little spaghetti strap shirt that left my tummy bare. I was about thirteen and my breasts had budded out to firm little cone shapes. The exhibitionist side of me was as strong as ever then, and it was fun to show off my new breasts by going braless in a thin, tight shirt. My Mom and Dad weren't crazy about me going out in public like this, but "family dress" rules were enforced only occasionally (and inconsistently) and they generally tolerated it around home with family.
My parents had to go out for some errands that I knew would take hours, and I was bored in the mood for some playful attention from Andy. Andy had grown enough by now that it was a pretty even match now when we "fought". I went really big time in my "pesty little sister" mode and I managed to get on Andy's nerves in a big way. Of course I just wanted to start a "fight", since that was my way of wrestling and tickling and eventually hugging and cuddling with my dear brother.
This time Andy really frustrated me. He ignored me more than usual, and something seemed strange; this wasn't like him. He left the living room and went up to his room, and when he came back a couple of minutes later I noticed kind of a sneaky grin on his face. I kept up my teasing him and poking at him, and asking what he was up to.
Andy really caught me by surprise. He pounced on me, and I was off guard so he was able to quickly wrestle me down so I was lying face down on the floor. I was expecting (and hoping for) a tickle torture. When he had me down, I was expecting he'd roll me over for a tummy tickling, but he didn't. He straddled me and gripped my hips tightly between his legs and he sat down right on my bottom. I was stuck face down on the floor. I wasn't strong enough to easily squirm out, and I was also wildly curious about what he would do next.
Before I had any idea what was coming, he took both my wrists and pulled them together behind my back. He pulled an old long thin necktie out of his pocket and wrapped it around both my wrists a couple of times. Then he used the extra length of tie to cinch off the loops between my wrists. He pulled it VERY tight, put in a double knot, and yanked the knot down as hard as he could. He actually made it so tight he had a hard time working it loose later to let me out.
Andy told me he had noticed how interested I became whenever somebody got tied up or handcuffed or otherwise restrained in a TV show or movie, so he decided to give me a first hand experience. For me, this was a dream come true!
Andy got up off my butt and he let me up. It was a little strange at first figuring out how to stand up with my wrists tied so tightly behind my back but I quickly adapted to my predicament. I still wasn't really sure what else Andy might do with me, but my fascination with actually being tied pretty much pushed out all my other thoughts.
Andy encouraged me to try to get out of it. I twisted and bent and wriggled and struggled, but he had done a really good job. I was totally stuck (and I was totally enjoying the experience). After he let me struggle for maybe five minutes, just to be sure I really couldn't get out of it without help, he told me it was time for my tickle torture. He sat me down in his lap and he hugged me and gave me just a gentle little tickle on my tummy. I was hoping for more but I didn't say anything. I was not to be disappointed.
After a few minutes of teasing me with really gentle tickling, Andy pulled my shirt up and bunched it up just below my breasts, so he left my whole tummy bare, from just below my breasts all the way down to the top of my low cut short shorts. He tickled me wildly and mercilessly. I laughed my head off, and I thrashed and struggled wildly, but I could not get my hands free to defend myself.
In all my struggles, my hair got all over the place and in my face. With my hands tied up I couldn't even brush my hair out of my face. Finally, when I thought I absolutely could not take it any more, Andy stopped tickling me and he hugged me again. That felt really nice. I figured he was going to let me go, finally, and I guess I was sort of ready, but I also didn't want it to end. Being tied up was the most exciting experience I could remember at that point in my life.
Andy stood me back up again, wrists still tied behind my back. Now for the big surprise. "Now it's time for my naughty little sister to get her spanking." The possibility excited me way more than it scared me, but I didn't expect what came next. I figured Andy would turn me over his knee and spank me, and give how I had teased and taunted him, I really had it coming to me. But he didn't start spanking me.
To my surprise, Andy popped the snap on my shorts and he unzipped them. He pulled them all the way down past my knees and then halfway to my ankles. The shorts kind of tied my legs together so I couldn't even walk or run away. I stood in excited astonishment now covered only by my thin, half pulled up shirt and a pair of little blue panties.
I wasn't sure how far Andy would take this, but I remembered that last time I had spanked him (months ago), I had given him a hard spanking on his bare bottom. Andy would soon reciprocate. He grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them down where they joined my shorts below my knees. Before I recovered from the shock of losing my panties, Andy took my shirt and pulled it up above my breasts so they were completely exposed too.
Andy had seen me naked thousands of times before, of course, and I was completely comfortable with that. But this time I wasn't just naked; my hands were tied behind my back. He had tied my wrists opposing, like with my arms folded behind my back, instead of like wrists and elbows together. I would soon discover that this kept me from getting my hands down to protect my behind. There was absolutely nothing I could do to escape or cover myself. This made it WAY more exciting and naughty.
As the changes of puberty came, I spent enough time naked at the mirrors that I knew exactly what Andy could see. I had a thin fur of pubic hair starting to cover me in front, but I was a skinny girl with a little bit of space between my legs, and my inner pussy lips kind of peeked out. Andy turned me to face him, and he thoroughly looked over all the changes that had come over his little sister. This excited me a lot; I was glad he noticed and took interest.
When Andy finished his visual inspection, he took me and put me face down over his lap. He started spanking me, first slowly and softly but pretty soon it was hard enough to really sting. I felt both embarrassed and awkward and also more excited then I had ever been in my life. I knew Andy would never really hurt me, but just the thought of being tied up naked and helpless was the most naughty and most exciting thing I could imagine. Andy spanked me until my bottom was pink and warm.
He finally let me out. My struggles had worked the knot so tight it was almost impossible to get out. Andy had me step out of my shorts and panties and he led me practically naked down to the workbench in the basement. With a couple of pairs of pliers he was eventually able to work the knot out and free my hands. It seemed weird to be in just the pulled up little shirt, so I took it off and tossed it on the workbench. Andy gave me our traditional post-fight hug, him clothed and me completely naked.
After that, Andy and I were both super nice to each other. This was kind of a post "fight" tradition between us. But Andy had some regrets and he was kind of scared I'd tell our parents and they might not approve and he'd be in trouble. That was the last thing I'd ever do, since the thing I wanted most of all was to get tied up again.
I told Andy I wouldn't tell our parents as long as he agreed to tie me up again when they weren't around. I also told him it would be more fun and more exciting for me if he would just attack me by surprise and tie me up. I told him he should tie me up tight and make me super helpless so I couldn't get out of it and so I couldn't get away from him.
There was something else naughtier on my mind too, but I didn't say it; I thought Andy might find it too weird and he might not want to play. I hoped he would strip me of everything and tie me up completely naked. But Andy gave me a great opportunity for a hint. He tried to apologize for pulling my shorts and panties down, but I stopped him by hugging and kissing him and giving him a very naughty smile.
Around this time I was starting to discover my sexuality. I wasn't in my full blown "boy crazy" time yet (that will make a whole story in itself when I have time to write more).
But I was curious about what it would be like to be tied up by another boy instead of my brother. Some boy who would be delighted to have a naked helpless prisoner to explore and play with. Some boy who would drive his prisoner crazy by kissing her in all her special places when there was absolutely nothing she could do to "defend" herself. I had some fun fantasies on this theme but I won't spill all the beans yet on this part; that's a whole story in itself.
I hoped you liked my first story. Want to hear more?
Hugs!
Lauren

### Re: Lauren part 1, tied by my wonderful brother

Post by Gold780 » Mon Aug 26, 2013 12:17 am

Yes please! great start!