Originally Posted by: amy83c
Hi, my name is Amy. I'm 23 now, but many of my stories happened to me when I was younger. I have a twin sister (Brittany) a sister younger than me by three years (Danielle) and an older brother by two years (Jason). This first story happened when Britt and I were 15 and Jason was 17. It was the summer before my sophomore year of high school. This wasn't the first time that my brother had playfully tied us up, and it certainly wasn't the last either. If he tied us both up at the same time, one of us was typically able to get free after awhile and rescue the other. Oh...Brittany and I were of average build, probably around 5'4" with very red hair. Both of us kept our hair just past shoulder length. Brittany usually wore it down around her shoulders while I usually kept mine up or in a ponytail. Brittany had a little more of an athletic build than I did. She played sports...Basketball and was the captain of our school's volleyball team. I was slightly skinnier and was on the cheerleading squad. Here is the first story, and if you like, more to come...
Brittany is Really Stuck...Chapter 1
"I'm home," I yelled, coming in through the back door. It was a hot summer weekday and I was coming home from cheer practice. I knew that my youngest sister was over at a friend's home and both of my parents were working and not due home for another few hours. "Anyone home?" I called out again.
"MMMmmpph" I heard from the basement. This could only mean one thing. Jason was holding Brittany captive and I needed to be on the lookout, because I was next!!
I cautiously peeked down the basement steps. We had a rather large two story house, but the basement was completely unfinished. And creepy! There was no sign of Jason but I heard Britt's mmphing getting louder. I knew I had to act fast. If I could free Brittany in time, we could gang up on Jason and seek revenge (which at times is what he wanted). Or, he would pounce on me and I would be in the same predicament as Brittany.
There were four support beams in the basement, all visible from the staircase. But each were emply. Also empty were 6 old wooden chairs from an old dining room table set that we no longer used. These had become basic tools to our games, but apparently Jason was going something different this time. Knowing that I was about to fall into a trap, I continued down the stairs and around a corner.
Peeking around a corner, I found Brittany. My father, who is a police officer and works out frequently, had just bought a workout machine. Brittany was standing against one of the vertical supports of the machine with her arms tied above her head to a horizontal bar. Or at least I thought they weere tied. As I looked closer, I realized that Britt's hands were secured to the bar in my Dad's handcuffs. Her ankles were also in cuffs that were attached to the vertical support. Rope was wound around her waist and again around her chest, just below her breasts to the support. She was gagged with duct tape. Britt, as was I, was wearing the typical sports or school t-shirt with shorts. With the handcuffs, there was no way that she could get free and I could tell that she had been tickled without mercy.
"Are you OK?" I asked my sister. "She's just fine," I heard my brother's voice. Now it's your turn to be OK!"