As she walked through the door, she asked the babysitter:â€How’s he been?â€
“He’s been a little angel as always, dear. I’ve only had to take him to the bathroom once,†the elderly woman sitting at the table in the kitchen, replied. They had hired her a few times when the younger woman had to go out for a couple of hours, running errands and such.
She went into her brother’s room and found him sitting almost exactly as she’d left him; his hands tied in front of him and to the foot of the bed, his feet tied together. She inspected the knots and found it, as usual, to be a fine job. The only thing added to him was a strip of cloth, wrapped a few times around his bulging cheeks and tied off behind the head, holding a relatively large amount of packing inside his mouth.
“How long’s he been gagged for?†she hollered into the kitchen.
“I don’t really know, dear,†the babysitter said, pensively. “If I was to hazard a guess, I’d say about one hour? Wouldn’t you agree?†she asked the boy. He looked up at her and waggled his head from side to side, meaning ‘Yes, something like that.’
The boy was released from the bed, but immediately held out his hands, so they could be tied together again. His sister looked at him for a moment, before complying. He let her take the gag out of his mouth, though.
He had moved in with her, after their parents died in a car-accident, a couple of months earlier. They were of similar height and weight, although he was a couple of years younger than she was. They both had dirty-blonde hair. His was tightly curled. Had it been straight, it would have grazed his shoulders. Hers was wavy and went down to her waist. Her nickname for him, for obvious reasons, was “Curlyâ€. He, in turn, called her “Moeâ€.
She had started tying him to the bed, at the beginning as a joke, but gradually more and more seriously, when he said he liked it. It was pure luck that they discovered an elderly lady, prepared to come watch him, when needed. She didn’t even raise an eyebrow, when they said, that he’d sometimes be tied up, when she came. “The young generation of today,†was her only comment.â€It was a different story in my youth!†But at the same time, she bestowed them with a smile, saying she just didn’t care one way or the other.
When the lady had left, it was time for dinner and then they spent the rest of the evening curled up in easy-chairs, watching TV.