## Here's to little sisters.

Post by Sean » Sat Sep 17, 2016 8:05 pm

Sorry it has taken me so long to get another story together. I haven't posted here in a couple of weeks. After my last story, I thought I would give the community a week to process it. There were a few replies and I got a fair number of pms as well. The two dominantly requested themes break down into two categories. First, there were a few request about my time as a kid on a leash or in a harness. The second was quite a few of you wanted a story involving my sister. This one covers both of them to some extent. It took my proof reader a few days to comb through it as well. So, here we go.
I was 15 at the time of this story. It was around 7:30 in the morning. My mother had already left for my aunt's that Saturday. I know Jennifer and I were both home for this particular episode. I don't remember if Scott was or not. But he would likely sleep in until noon anyways so it doesn't matter. I don't remember the exact time of year of this story either. But, I know it was sometime after Christmas and still pretty cold outside. So, it falls some place between February and April of that year. At that age I was an early riser. My school day started at 7:30, which meant I was normally on the bus by 6:15. So, I had already been up for an hour or so at this point. I had eaten a small breakfast and done my morning rituals in the bathroom at this point.
When I turned 13 I had pretty much sworn off traditional pajamas. I normally wore some knit shorts with or without a shirt in warmer weather to bed. When it was cooler like this I normally opted for sweat pants and a t-shirt. I had a hooded sweat shirt on overtop of it to wear around the house now that I was out of bed. I was also wearing some white socks. I had looked by my siblings room and they were still sound asleep at the time. I decided to head into the living room and do a little bit of self-restraint.
Most of you who have read my sister's stories are familiar with the car vest harnesses my mother got us. The original reason for them was Jennifer was outgrowing her car seat. My mom was going through an over protective phase and got them as a replacement. About two weeks before she wrapped them up for that Christmas morning. My mother had shown me Jennifer’s to see how I would react. Her initial thought was that I would find them rather childish and stupid. However, after trying one out, I found I liked the feeling of being strapped down wearing one. It felt almost as secure as being tied up. But, it would be more socially acceptable to be seen wearing one in public than wandering around with my hands tied behind my back. My mother had both of my younger siblings wear theirs on the school bus ride in the morning. I had opted out of that because of the obvious social implications as a high school kid. However, my vest did see quite a bit of use in the family car.
I crept into the garage and picked the vest up off the table where it was stored. It was similar to my younger siblings, although it lacked the extra strap between the legs to keep it low and snug. I undid the zipper in the back and slipped my arms through the side holes. Then I zipped it up in the rear and snugged the shoulders down a little. The vest had a belt that went around my waist. It also had two shoulder straps. Finally, there was another belt that wrapped around my torso just below the arm pit level. With a few simple adjustments, I got it to fit pretty securely. With that done, I headed back into the kitchen.
Against the far wall was a dining room chair. It had a high back and two arm rests. The back and seat part of the chair were padded with a floral cushion. It was left over from a set my grandmother had. Now, it mostly served as a place where stuff got piled up to keep it off the floor. I pulled the pile off of the seat and put it on another one of the kitchen chairs by the table. I carried the empty chair into the living room. Then I set it down in front of the television set. I went into one of the cabinets underneath the kitchen island to collect the chair strap. Normally, the way the vest worked was it had 4 d-rings on it. You had two on the hips and two on the shoulders. These would clip onto a wrapped mount that went around the back of either a car, van or school bus seat. This would hold you in place like a 4 or 5 point harness and minimize your movement pretty well.
My mother had also purchased another set of straps to go with the vest. They were designed to attach one of them to a wheel chair. That way you could use the vest for posture support if the person needed it. The reason she had bought this set of straps was actually for Jennifer. We had recently remodeled the kitchen two years prior. Rather than eating most of our meals at the table. My mother preferred to serve them at the raised island in the center of the kitchen. My parents had purchased 5 chairs that sat facing inwards to the kitchen. However, they were quite high off the ground so you could sit up overlooking the raised island almost like a bar. Jennifer, didn't particularly like these as she felt adrift in them and was afraid of falling. So, my mother had purchased the additional chair strap to secure Jennifer to one of them. This would make them somewhat like a high chair for an older child. However, with a few adjustments it would even fit someone my size quite comfortably.
I headed into the living room and wrapped the chair strap around the back of the dining room chair. Then I sat down and connected the 4 d-rings on my vest to the chair mount. Basically, I was sitting in the living room seat belted to the chair with a 4 point harness. I switched the television on using the remote. I kept the volume low as not to wake my siblings. I tried squirming around in the chair several times to feel the security the vest offered. I couldn't move all that much even though my limbs were free. My waist and shoulders were both anchored tightly in place to the seat by the straps. I sat there and enjoyed the situation for about half an hour. I don't remember what I was watching. Back then it was likely either bugs bunny, the Flintstones, jet sons, Scooby doo. I don't really remember the TV line up from back then all that well. But it was just kid shows. I know I was a teenager, but sometimes it was fun to just be a kid again. It was about that time that I noticed my little sister standing in the doorway looking in on me.
"What you doing?" Jennifer asked. She was 9 at the time of this story. She was standing there in her classic zip up pajamas with the little attached feet.
"Watching TV." I replied.
"Why are you wearing the seatbelts?" She inquired.
"Just being safe. You know how mom is." I replied.
"You're being safe because it's dangerous to watch TV in a kitchen chair? Why aren't you sitting on the couch?" Jennifer replied.
"I saw mom strap you to the chair in the kitchen and wanted to try it." I replied.
"So, you're playing prisoner?" She asked looking at me.
"Yeah, I guess so." I replied back. Prisoner is what we called TUGs growing up. At least when Mary and I played them in my younger days. Jennifer changed the name later on in our youth. My little sister just shrugged and then she disappeared back into the kitchen. Well, that was that, I figured Jennifer would leave me in peace. At least until after she got breakfast. I had a little longer to indulge the situation before having to address it head on. She came back into the room carrying an arm load of rope. I kept the ropes that Mary and I used for tying in a small bag under my bed. They were neatly coiled into small bundles after our games. I was a little annoyed that my younger sibling hand raided my bedroom. But, strapped to the chair like I was there wasn't a lot I could do about it.
"If you gonna play prisoner, you should be tied up." Jennifer explained trying to undo one of the bundle of ropes. I was running through a few different responses in my head. The one that came out actually made the most sense.
"All right, why don't you tie me up then." I replied back at her.
When I was younger, Mary and I did our best to hide our games from Jennifer and Scott. By the time they were 3 and 4 respectively, they had caught us a few times. By the time Jennifer was 5, I she was playing with us. Normally, I would just tie her hands together in front of her back then. Sometimes she would escape other times she wouldn't. The last 2 years had been a little more serious. She had been a more active participant in her tween years. I would normally do her hands behind her back and her legs as well. A year or so ago she had tried to tie me up a few times. Normally, she met with minimal success and I could get out without any real effort.
"Tie my arms to the chair." I coached her as she undid the first coil of rope.
I rested my left arm along the arm rest and Jennifer went to work on my left wrist. She wrapped it several times around the my arm and the chair. With each pass she put her body weight against the rope drawing it snug. After 7 or 8 passes, she stopped and cinched off the center between my wrist and the arm rest. Afterwards she tied a knot off towards the back of the tie. I let her repeat the process on my left wrist as well basically securing both my arms to the chair. I figured I would indulge her for a few minutes. Then I would pretend it took some real effort to escape.
Jennifer knelt down and started binding my right leg to the chair leg. She did it at the ankle in the same fashion she had done my wrists. A couple of minutes later, I was seated in the chair. My torso was strapped snug against the back of the chair. My limbs were each tied off to a different point. My arms on the arm rests and my legs to the front legs of the chair. When Jennifer was done she stepped back to admire her work.
"All right let's see you get out of that Houdini!" She exclaimed looking at me. It was a line I used on her all the time.
I gave the ropes a few good pulls with my wrists. I expected the coils to go slack and let me slip out of this whole situation in a few minutes. That didn't go according to plan. The ropes resisted my efforts quite well. I tried my other arm and then my legs. I quickly found out that my 9 year old sister had better skills than I had given her credit for. After about 30 seconds, I realized, I was not getting out of this. I struggled for another couple of minutes and shot my sister an off glance.
"Surprised?" She smiled back. "Mary has been giving me some lessons." Jennifer replied back.
She walked over and took the television remote off from where it sat on my lap. Then she walked over to the couch and sat down. I looked at Jennifer as she began to sift through the channels. After sifting through a few channels she stopped on the Care Bears and set the remote down next to her on the sofa. I don't know if she really liked the show or if she just picked it to annoy me. Either way, I was stuck good and there wasn't anything I could really do about it.
To be continued. . . .
Well, here is the first part of my next story. It has some interesting twists ahead. Let me know what you thing.

### Re: Here's to little sisters.

Post by xtc » Sun Sep 18, 2016 4:05 am

It's good to see you writing on your own account!
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by cp729 » Sun Sep 18, 2016 10:51 am

Great, thanks

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Post by tightsbound » Sun Sep 18, 2016 11:47 am

Great start! I love your attention detail, it makes me feel like I'm the one tied to a chair. Plus, any chance to bring Jennifer back into our lives is a great thing. Can't wait for more!

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Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Sep 18, 2016 1:35 pm

Hello Sean, like story. It would interesting if Jennifer find more to surprise you. I wish you ask Jennifer now if the Care Bears just to annoy you or it was double strike? I hope you have not Jennifer punished for that.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

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Post by MrSkeletor » Sun Sep 18, 2016 2:08 pm

Please continue!
Cheers
Hey! I'm into foot worship, extremely strict bondage (mummification and hogties <3), animal roleplay and humiliation!
Anyone feel free to PM me if they wanna chat (especially if it includes foot worship!)

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Post by canuck100 » Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:19 am

Another great story! Curious to find out about the interesting twists ahead...

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Post by SuzieQ » Fri Sep 23, 2016 7:40 am

I hate cliffhangers.
Please continue

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Post by mikeybound » Fri Sep 30, 2016 8:11 am

Well done. Seems this forum is getting some life in it again. I hope you have a lot more stories to share.
I do remember a story about an RV trip to Alaska that I haven't found in it's entirety. If you don't mind me asking, how'd that go?

### Re: Here's to little sisters.

Post by Sean » Mon Oct 17, 2016 5:19 pm

Sorry I haven't posted in about a month. My computer died and I am not typing out a full story part on my phone.

### Re: Here's to little sisters.

Post by truly_trussed » Mon Oct 17, 2016 6:59 pm

Sean, try the computers at your local public library.
While you're at it maybe you can talk your sister Jennifer out of retirement. She was one of my favorite writers.
Play safe. T.T.

### Re: Here's to little sisters.

Post by FiAsKo_ » Sun Apr 02, 2017 1:44 pm

Is your computer now resurrected, or still in purgatorium ?
Be prepared!!! !! !!!
German head is putting german thoughts in English words!

### Re: Here's to little sisters.

Post by Plueschbabycd » Mon Apr 03, 2017 1:50 pm

Now she could self reply my question. I hop she would do it.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show