A second Christmas Story Part 5: The First Round Concludes

Postby jennifer » Mon Mar 10, 2008 1:34 pm

Boy, it has been a while since I posted the last part of my story. I wonder how everyone has been doing this past month. I have been pretty busy with all the problems I have had with my site and uploading files to gigacities that it has taken a good deal of my time to try and correct it. Unfortuneatly, I am going to loose the war on that one so I decided to move my site to a new host. So, I have been pretty busy with this as it is. Anyway, I found a new host and went through the difficulties of moving my site, the new address is http://jenniferstories.freehostia.com/ . Check it out and drop me a line here or there and let me know what you think. Enjoy the story the next one should come a little quicker next time.


The night air was cool up in the room where the three of us were sitting after the long ride had ended. I stared out the second story window at the huge backyard. The white crystal powder reflected the bright illumination of the moon that shined brightly overhead. It had been a Christmas day to remember for sure. My parents had gotten more of a surprise than they had bargained for and I had a pretty fun time of it too. I sat on the bed closest to the window looking out at the large star filled sky. Lucy was laying back on the bed opposite from me reading a book. Amy was curled up in the easy chair close to the television set, which was on with it's volume kept low. She was really absorbed in the special she was watching. It was one of those older cartoons, though I cannot recall it to memory. I was a little old for it, heck I was the oldest one in the room.

We arrived at my grandparents several hours ago and pulled into the long gravel driveway covered in snow and ice. We eased into place before brining the van to a final and solemn stop. It had been early evening and we were all tired from the long drive down. My mother, Scott, and Mary quickly set to helping my father unpack the car and bringing all the luggage and presents towards my grandparents' house. Sean set about helping Amy out of her car seat and saw to my needs as well. I was more than old enough to let myself out of the car. But that proved difficult with my hands tied behind my back. My brother untied my wrists and helped me slip out of the harness vest before he moved onto my younger sister who was asleep anyway. I thanked him and told him that I was grateful to be spared the humiliation of having to walk inside as a prisoner. My brother was glad to help me, but he admitted that he had been oblivious to my situation in the van on the way down.

The seven of us made the trip up towards the house fully loaded with parcels in what was to be the first of several trips. My Aunt and Uncle were there to greet us long with their family and our grandparents. Tom and Kyle donned their winter coats and helped us finish the unpacking. Our families went through the usual greeting routines and discussed everything that happened over the course of the last few months. We only saw each other two or three times a year, so it was a really special occasion. After the car was unloaded and I managed to get unbundled from all my winter gear the evening began. The 14 of us shared a hot meal together and the talk continued into the later part of the evening. It would be a few days before we celebrated Christmas as a whole group. But, it was still a fun time to see everyone and talk for the first time in a while.

After desert was consumed, our parents retired to the living room to talk by the fire and catch up on everything. The rest of us went upstairs to retire and get ready for bed. It had been a long trip down and all of us were looking forward to a good solid rest. My grandparents had several guest rooms in their house that served to house each section of our group. Amy, Lucy and myself were sharing a room on the second floor. It had two beds and a TV with two large padded chairs in front of it. Sean, Tom, Kyle, and Scott were boarding together downstairs in the Den in sleeping bags and on one of those older style convertible sofas. My Aunt and Uncle shared a guest bedroom on the first floor of the house. My parents were in another on the second floor and my grandparents used their normal bedroom. Mary had chosen the warmth and solitude of the living room and came prepared to sleep on the long sofa down their right in front of the fire place. The house was a little crowded with everyone. But, it was a pretty cozy place with all of us together.

It was a little past 8 if I remember right. I was sitting on the edge of the bed that Amy and I were going to share looking out the window. I glanced over at the dresser where my game boy was plugged in with the battery pack recharging. I had burned it out of power on the way down and now I had to wait for it to recharge. Unfortunately, I hadn't brought any normal batteries so I was out of luck there. I was still dressed in the pink sweat suit that I had first put on that morning. I was also wearing a pair of white socks and I had gone to the trouble to dig my bear slippers out of my bag. I had debated whether or not to wear the outfit to bed. It was a good deal warmer than my normal pajamas and just as comfortable. Lucy was sitting over on the other bed wearing a set of blue jeans and long sleeve T-shirt. Amy was curled up in a blanket sleeper over in the chair watching her special. Her legs were tucked up to her chest in a relaxed mannerism.

So, there I sat starting to get a little bored with myself. Lucy and Amy were silent and engrossed in their respective activities. I looked out the window at the majestic view so unlike the city where we lived. Everything was still and silent accept for the dialogue on the TV that I had already droned out. I could have sat their all night and admired the view, but it wasn't meant to last. My peace was sorely interrupted by a tapping on the door to the room that sat shut on the opposite corner. I looked over to investigate at it's source as did Lucy as she looked up from her book. Amy didn't seem to notice the disturbance and stayed fixed to her show on the television. The gentle wrapping on the door repeated itself quietly a second time. Finally, I decided to get up and go investigate the source of the noise.

I crossed the room at a comfortable pace taking my time. It only took a moment for me to arrive at the door. I walked over and turned the knob and swung the door back so that I could see what the other side of it concealed. My eyes were greeted by several different sites, the first of which, was my cousin Kyle who had a sleeping bag draped over one shoulder and a pillow under his harm. However, I knew almost immediately from their looks that they didn't belong to my cousin. "Good evening ladies, I thought we would bring you an early Christmas gift this year." Kyle offered with a little smirk on this face. "I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t walk in on somebody changing or something." With that said, Kyle walked passed me without my permission in order to make way for the rest of the boys who were following him. Tom, Sean and Scott entered the room, although only the oldest two walked in.

Kyle went over to a open space on the floor and began to spread out the sleeping bag that he carried with him. Then, he set the pillow he was carrying down on the floor at the head of the bag. Sean and Tom entered the room and made a similar deposited of my remaining brother on the floor on top of the sleeping bag. "I thought we'd get even for him tying you up in the car earlier Jennifer. So, we thought the three of you could use another room mate for the night. Don't worry, we took all the work out of the situation for you he'll be cooperative." Sean finished as he dropped the explanation for the unexpected intrusion into our room. With their errand done, the three boys when were still free bid the four of us good night and exited the room quietly closing the door behind them. They left behind my older brother Scott who at the moment was having a pretty bad day.

My brother Scott sat up on the floor on top of his sleeping bag the best that he could. He was wearing a set of green pajama pants, a short sleeve t-shirt and quite a bit of rope. My brother's hands were tied with a X criss cross behind his back. There was as loop of rope that went around his waist pinning his arms to it. Additionally, his upper arms were tied to his sides and cinched off between his arms and upper body. I had to give them credit, the older boys knew what they were doing. Scott's ankles were tied criss cross and his legs were drawn together in two places above there. His legs were bound and cinched above and below his knees as well to prevent him from being able to move hardly at all. He looked pretty helpless. Finally, there was a handkerchief with a knot in its center drawn tightly in his mouth. Scott started struggling against the ropes as best he could as soon as my older brothers left the room closing the door behind him. Between his squirming the muffled grunts he made into the gag it was becoming apparent that he was less than content with his situation.

My cousin Lucy for the most part ignored him for the first 10 minutes or so as she continued to turn pages in her book. Amy watched back and fourth between the television and her older brother who was struggling quite hard on the floor. It was hard to tell, which one of them had her attention better. I just sat back on the bed and watched the matter unfold. After about ten or fifteen minutes passing, Scott's initial energy began to give out. His situation was pretty hopeless and the ropes didn't seem to be in any hurry to leg him go. Lucy lifted her book mark and selected a point to discontinue her reading. She placed it in between two of the pages and folded the novel closed on the bed next to her. Then, she swung her legs around off the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor. My cousin rose to a standing position and began to advance towards my brother who was laying on the floor. She arrived a moment later and knelt down where he was seated.

"Hey, Scott long time no see. How are you doing?" My brother glared up at her and yelled something loudly into the gag. It came out pretty muffled and not understandable. "Now, now that's no way to greet your cousin after all this time is it. Especially given your circumstances, if you want something to yell at maybe I should give you something to yell about." Scott looked up at her for a moment longer, then his gaze sank and his focus and composure changed. He was in no position to stand up against his cousin and he knew it. Lucy reached forward with her hand towards my brothers bare feet and began to run her hand up and down his soles slowly at first. Scott jerked away at the implication, but his speed was very hampered under the circumstances. The scene quickly exploded with energy from Lucy and my brother. Lucy let loose on him without any form of mercy imaginable.

Scott jerked around violently against his ropes trying to free himself in vain. He wriggled and squirmed and folded backwards trying to avoid my cousin the best that he could. However, there was no escape to be had as Lucy held nothing back. Amy's attention fell back from TV to the two other occupants of the room struggling for control over the situation. She dropped her attention span from the TV and watched with anticipation as Lucy continued her assault on Scott. My brother was grunting heavily into the gag and struggling as hard as he could. There was no way he could gain any advantage against the situation under the circumstances. I was surprised that the banging around from all his rolling didn't attract any attention from the rest of the family. My own thoughts and musings had been easily interrupted by Scott's peril and my cousins hands. My eyes were fixed on the scene. There really is something about watching someone tied up getting tickled that seems to suck up all the attention in the room.

The tickling continued for about 5 or 6 good solid minutes before Lucy finally retreated and allowed Scott to stop and try to catch his breath. She stepped back and stood up looking down at my brother. Scott collapsed on his side breathing hard into the gag. He was fresh out of energy and most of the fight had been drained out of it. He simply slumped down on his side and surrendered to the fatigue that had been setting in from the situation. Lucy turned around and walked back to the bed where she had been sitting. She sat down and picked her book back up from the spot where she had left it. "Well Jennifer, it looks like your brother is out of breath. I've had my fun, give him a few minutes to catch his breath and you can have the next go at it. After all, he's the one who tied you up in the car. It's only fair that you get the next crack at him." Lucy offered as she opened her book and went back to where she had left off. Amy sat and watched my brother slumped down on his side. She shifted her gaze back and fourth between Scott and myself waiting to see when I would make my advance. She didn't have to wait long.

I gave my brother another couple of moments to collect himself from the first assault. Then, I got up from where I was sitting and padded over to where he was lying on his side. Scott watched as the two little teddy bears on my feet slowly made their way across the room to where he was lying. I looked down at him when I arrived as he looked upwards at me. My brother looked exhausted. He was all worn out and completely helpless at my feet. I slowly knelt down and folded my feet backwards coming to rest sitting on my knees next to him. Scott squirmed backwards a little bit, but he didn't have the energy to put up much of a fight. He rolled over on his side exposing his back to me to guard against another tickling session. It was the only defense he could mount restrained as well as he was. I reached my arms forward slowly towards my brother who was not laying with his eyes closed bracing himself for the anticipated assault.

Scott spit out the knotted handkerchief from his mouth finding that it came loose after I untied the snug knot securing it behind his head. It took him another moment to spit out the second wadded up handkerchief from his onto the floor before he looked up at me. Scott waited another moment or two before he dared to bring himself upwards into a sitting position before he turn his gaze towards me curiously. I scooted around behind him on the floor and reach down to where his arms were bound behind his back. "Do you want me untie you?", I asked looking forward over the top of my brothers head. His answer came without hesitation at all. Scott nodded and replied with a simple yes. It took me several minutes to undo the complex coils of ropes that bound his wrists together and pinned them to his waist. Scott brought his arms around to the front and began rubbing the circulation back into his hands while I went to work undoing the ropes that secured his upper arms. Meanwhile, after a minute of rubbing his wrists, my brother began working on his own upper legs. Once I finished freeing his arms I scooted around helped him finish up on his legs.

My brother took a few minutes to stretch out and get his get more comfortable before he got around to responding to me verbally. "Thanks Sis, I thought you were going to keep my like that all night. Sorry about the car earlier, I was just playing around. I am just curious, why did you let me go so easily?" I scooted backwards and back a little more gently before I replied. "It's been a long day and I think we all spent enough time playing this little game for one day. Besides, you didn't look like you were having fun. So there was no point in continuing with this." Scott nodded in agreement. We talked a little more back and fourth as the rest of the activities in the room continued as they had before the boys had interrupted us. We gathered up the ropes and decided to call it a night on playing tie up.

Scott decided to cut his loses for the night and decided to sleep on the floor in our room of the rest of the night. He thought it would be better than taking a chance with the other tying him up again, Scott and I had shared a room for years, so his presence really wasn't an issue. Lucy really didn't care either way and Amy was too young to care. Amy and I shared a bed while Lucy took the remaining one on her own. We were up for another hour or so before the four of us drifted off to sleep. It had been a long day for all of us to say the least. I was glad to be sleeping untied for a change, though I had to admit it felt a little strange not being all strapped in. But, I slept well anyway. The games were over for that day and it would be another two before we had any more fun. But, that is another story.

Jennifer

Postby Gothit » Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:55 pm

Nice story!
I hope theres more to it!
:)

:D