“Erm, Dean? You suppose you could you do me a favour?”
My 15 year old sister, Jamina, a gorgeous girl at 1 meter 40, with jet-black, thick, straight waist-long hair, and big hazelnut-brown eyes, stood beside my desk, scraping her foot as if she was shy or something.
She was dressed in a homemade, oversized, stretch velvet jumpsuit. It was divided into four different coloured sections, with sewn on feet (with slip-free soles) and mittens in the same colours as the arms, and which she thinks is comfortable and likes to wear around the house, pretty much all year round. Where the feet and mittens were sewn onto the jumpsuit, elastic bands were sewn into it, acting as cuffs. Around the neck and over the cuffs, thick layers of white lace were sewn on.
I’m only 13, with dark, crew-cut hair, and a good 20 centimetres shorter that she. Today I was dressed in a pair of old jeans, which had been cut off somewhere between the knees and the crotch, and a sleeveless t-shirt.
Instead of answering he question, I asked: “Aren’t you hot in that jumpsuit? It’s well into the 30’s C in the shade!”
“A bit, perhaps,” she admitted. “Well, can you or can’t you do it?”
“Can I or can’t I do what? I can’t very well give you an answer, if I don’t know what you want, can I?” I said, irritated because she had disturbed me, when I read a very interesting book.
“Well, you see, it’s like this,” she nervously said, still squirming like a worm on a hook, “some friends of mine are coming over in a little while, and I thought it would be sort of a really good idea to tie you up, when they arrive!”
“U-hum, I see!” I nodded. “And you thought that was a really good idea, because...?”
“Well,” she huffed so hard, her cheeks were at their bursting-points, “just to show them I can do it, even though I’m wearing these mittens! They’ve all sort of placed a bet on me not being able to, so I want to prove them wrong, that’s all!”
“A-ha, I see!” Again, I nodded. “And if I accept; what do I get out of this, besides a probably very uncomfortable time?” I calmly asked. I already knew what reward I wanted after that experience/ordeal, but I wanted to know what she was thinking.
To my relief and utter joy, she answered:” If you accept? Anything you want!”
That answer made me so happy; I suddenly had a hard time keeping a straight face.
”Well, Jamina, my dear sister; in that case you have my undivided cooperation.”
“Good,” she beamed. ”Oh, and one more thing: I will have to gag you, possibly even blindfold you. If you don’t mind, that is?” She had a really worried look on her face.
For a second, I toyed with the idea of changing my mind, but as I’m a boy who sticks to his word no matter what, and thinking of the reward, I told her it still would be no problem.
Two hours later the door-bell rang, and four of Jaminas’ closest friends walked in, all of them dressed in blue-and-white-chequered, knee-long dresses and ankle-socks.
As soon as she laid her icy-blue, piercing eyes on me, Gertrude maliciously said:”Well, it’s going to be an interesting spectacle, regardless of the outcome, this will!”
“M-hm, yes it will!” Megan nodded in agreement, as always the fawner.
“Oh, do shut up for once, will you!” Gertrude snapped.
Amanda and Julia, who stood right behind them, looked at each other and smiled.
Jamina left the room a couple of minutes, and when she came back, she carried a large plastic bag.
She drew a deep breath and as she let it out again, she said: “OK, girls; let’s get this show on the road then, shall we? Sit down in that chair cross your wrists, and put them behind the back, please Dean.” She gestured towards a wooden chair, she had put in the middle of the room.
He did as he was told, and he could hear her rummaging around in the bag for a while, before picking something out. Then she started winding something, which felt very much like a thin rope, both horizontally and vertically around them.
“Ouch!” he moaned, “It hurts, sis!”
“I’ve got a better idea!” Gertrude maliciously said. “Why don’t you lie him down on the bed, instead?”
“Yes, why don’t you?” echoed Megan. By now, Gertrude looked like she was more than ready to take a swing at her, so she had backed away a couple of steps, just to be on the safe side.
“OK!” Jamina said, and told Dean to as Gertrude suggested and then tied his knees and ankles together, and blindfolded and gagged him.
He could hear them small-talk for a while, not paying him any special attention. Suddenly, he heard Amanda, who had obviously been snooping, cry out:”Hey! There are loads more rope in this bag!”
“Yes, there certainly are!” Gertrude agreed. “What shall we do about that?”
A sudden silence, followed by Jamina horrified crying out:”NO! Please don’t!” and Gertrude’s calm:”Yes, let’s!”
There seemed to be a short struggle, and then he felt something land hard behind him on the bed.
“There!” Megan contently said. “She’s not going anywhere any time soon, like that!”
“Oh; isn’t it an adorable sight? Brother and sister, on a bed, struggling to get free, together on a bed?”
The girls, from now on simply called the villains, giggled and apparently left the room; they opened and slammed the door shut anyway. Jamina lay silent for a couple of minutes; trying to work out if they were alone, or not. When she was satisfied they really were she started trying to get herself free. She soon found it was a heck of a lot harder loosening a knot, than it was making one, but eventually she got the hang of it. It took her several minutes, but at last she tossed way the last rope and took the gag out of her mouth. She had waited until all the ropes were gone to take it out because she was afraid she would make too much noise, if she had.
She looked down at Dean, and found him completely limp! Afraid he had passed out, or worse, she nudged him quite hard in the side; but he only grunted, and started snoring! “The SOB is sleeping!” she angrily thought.”Let’s see what he has to say for himself, when he wakes up, with not one but several girls, tied up in the same room!”
She tippy-toed, as quietly as only she could because her lack of shoes, out of the room, so she wouldn’t wake him, and went searching for the villains. She found them scattered all around the house and, using the element of surprise, was able to overpower them all, with a minimum of struggling. She tied their hands behind their backs, before taking them back to the room, where she had left Dean, who as still sleeping.
When she had securely tied Gertrude’s hands and feet, as well as her gang she took Deans blindfold off, and violently shook him until he woke up.
“SEE!” she beamed. “I can do just about anything, even without the use of my fingers!”
The others just moaned, and shook their heads, as best they could.