## Lynn, Brad, and Bridget, naughty childhood games

Post by charlie » Mon Mar 31, 2014 9:23 pm

A friend of mine sent me this story for posting, on condition of anonymity, although he wasn't really involved (except as a curious voyeur). There is zero actual sexual contact, but because these are early adolescent kids and it has both TUGs and nudity, I'm posting it here in the "intimate" section. If these things disturb you, read no further. Overall, this is a naughty but still nice story. Everyone involved was a willing participant, and nobody ever hurt or exploited anybody else.
-- Charlie
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Hi everyone, I'd like to share a story of TUGs that the kids who lived next door to me played. These all happened several decades ago, in the mid 1970s, more or less. I'll tell it as best as I can remember from memory. Watching all this was one of the more exciting parts of my early teen years, so I think I remembered the details pretty well. As far as the TUGs go, I didn't ever get involved in their games, but I had a prurient interest and I watched with great interest from a distance.
The family next door to me had a boy and girl close in age; Brad was just eleven months older than his sister Lynn. The stories I'm telling here all happened during a school summer break. I think Lynn had just finished 6th grade and Brad had finished 7th. I was about a year older than Brad, so I had just finished 8th grade.
The summer this all happened, the kids had lots of unsupervised time at home. Their parents both worked, although their schedules were flexible so one or the other was always able to come home for lunch. We lived in a nice, safe neighborhood where neighbors knew each other, and the kids were pretty good and responsible, so the parents decided they could leave them alone for a few hours at a time each weekday morning and afternoon.
Brad and Lynn could be fiercely competitive, and they liked to roughhouse with each other a lot. Brad had been running and exercising to get ready for middle school sports tryouts, so he had gotten very strong. Lynn was very much into gymnastics, so even though she was a light, thin girl, she had great strength of her own.
One frequently played out scenario was that Lynn would tease Brad about something. He'd ignore it at first, but she'd keep poking and escalating, and things would soon get physical. They'd never hit or hurt each other; it was always a wrestling fight on the lawn. Brad had the edge on strength and weight, but Lynn was faster and more flexible and very clever, which mostly cancelled out Brad's advantage. Brad won the wrestling fights more often than not, but victory was never assured and there were more than a few times that he'd wind up flat on his back with his little sister straddling him, sitting on him to pin him down and fiercely tickling him. Of course Lynn got her share of this treatment too.
One thing I noticed was that they never seemed mad at each other after these "fights". It was like a tension release for them. Afterwards, both winner and loser would usually cuddle up together on a big bench swing on their front porch.
They didn't only play rough; there was lots of gentler physical play too. Lynn would often ride around on Brad's shoulders, and he seemed to like carrying her around like this. Brad was also strong enough that he could easily pick Lynn up and carry her around or even hold her up in the air over his head. He would also cradle her in his arms and spin around with her until they were both very dizzy.
At some point a third kid had entered into all this. Her name was Bridget, and she was Lynn's best friend. Bridget was in the same grade at the same school as Lynn. She lived a couple of streets over from us, but she seemed to spend almost all her time at Lynn and Brad's house. I later learned things weren't great for her at home due to stuff like parental drinking problems, but you'd never know it on the surface. By all indications, Bridget was a happy, friendly, nice, normal kid.
I think Brad and Lynn's parents made an extra effort to welcome Bridget and make sure she always had a safe, positive place to be. Bridget was over at Brad and Lynn's almost every day that summer, while Brad and Lynn's parents were at work, and the parents knew about this and they were fine with it.
It was a hot summer, so the three of them spent most of it outside. They usually had a sprinkler going, along with squirt guns and buckets and garden hose with a spray nozzle. They were active, athletic kids; they ran a lot, and the girls were both into gymnastics so they would somersault and do cartwheels all around their yard, and occasionally into mine. The neighbors were all very friendly, and kids were pretty much always welcome in all yards, their own and others.
I spent a lot of time outdoors too that summer, doing yard work, rebuilding an old fence for my dad, and fixing up some bicycles, so we saw a lot of each other. The kids next door seemed to know I was friendly and tolerant, so they didn't seem to hesitate much to do things in front of me, including things they might not have done in front of their parents.
After getting in mild trouble for soaking their clothes a few times too many with their water fights, the kids pretty much spent all their time in their swimsuits. Brad wore pretty standard boys swim trunks, and Lynn and Bridget had cute bright colored Y-back one piece suits. I noticed just how cute the two girls were, although they were a little too young for me.
One time I heard Bridget telling Lynn how much she wished that she had a big brother (she was an only child). Lynn told Bridget she'd share her big brother. Bridget seemed to like this idea a lot. At the time Brad had gone off somewhere on his bike, so only the girls were at the house. When Brad got home, Lynn asked him what he thought of the idea of having two little sisters. Brad immediately teased back, "Why, to drive me twice as crazy?"
Although the two girls were a year younger than Brad, they were definitely the more socially advanced and more mischievous members of the trio. It seemed pretty obvious that Bridget had a crush on Brad. Brad seemed kind of oblivious about this; he was more into sport and scouts than girls. Still Brad was nice to Bridget and he basically treated her like a second little sister.
The first time I know that their play headed into naughty territory, I was in my driveway right next door rebuilding a bicycle, so I saw everything. They were playing some kind of squirt gun hide-and-seek war game. Lynn said that whoever lost the next round should be captured as a prisoner of war. She went in the garage and took a piece of rope out of a box and left it on a lawn chair.
The box of ropes deserves a bit of an explanation. I remember the year before Brad had showed me some kind of scout knot project he had done, so he had a big box of short and medium length pieces of rope on a shelf in the garage. Later I also heard that Brad's scout troop had ventured into some unapproved experimentation on such topics as how best to tie up a prisoner of war. I had only been in scouts briefly, and in a different troop than Brad, so I never saw any of this firsthand myself. Nevertheless, it did help to explain why Brad seemed unusually skillful with his ropes and knots in some of the adventures I am about to describe here.
Back to the kid's game. The first round didn't last very long. The loser was Bridget. Brad caught her hiding in the bushes and he dumped a bucket of water on her. It was really hot, so I think she didn't mind a bit. Lynn brought over the rope and told Bridget she would be taken prisoner. Bridget was smiling and giggling the whole time; she was liking the game a lot. Lynn had Bridget hold out her hands and she tied her wrists together in front of her with the piece of rope. It really wasn't a very good job, but Brad and Lynn took their tied prisoner by her arms and marched her around to the back of the house. There was a screen porch and a patio there that they used as their home base.
Brad and Lynn decided to torture their prisoner until she "confessed". It was going to be a tickle torture. Bridget was giggling uncontrollably before they even touched her. She was very ticklish, and from the look on her face I could tell she loved to be tickled. They did a good job on her; they tickled her ribs and her armpits and her feet. She laughed her head off and thrashed around wildly. I don't think she was really trying to get out, but the poor tying job on her wrists came loose soon enough and she "escaped".
They went back to the front yard and refilled their squirt guns and buckets from the hose, and they went off to play another round. This time Lynn got caught. She held out her hands for Bridget and Brad to tie them, but Brad made her turn around and put her hands behind her back, palms together. Brad tied Lynn's wrists carefully. He cinched off the ropes between then, and put in a tight knot right between her wrists where she couldn't reach it. They brought her across the driveway toward the back yard.
Brad ducked into the garage and grabbed three more short pieces of rope. They brought Lynn to the back patio. She stood as Brad took the second piece of rope and he tied her ankles together. Then he used the third piece to tie her knees. Bridget watched the whole process with great interest (as did I). Finally, Brad took the last piece of rope and he went behind Lynn and he squeezed her elbows together. She was into gymnastics and she was very flexible, so Lynn didn't have trouble bringing here elbows together behind her back. Brad tied the last rope securely holding her elbows together.
Now Brad and Bridget had a very helpless prisoner. Brad picked up his sister and he gently put her down lying on the lawn. He and Bridget went to work on her with a fierce tickle torture. She thrashed around wildly on the grass but there wasn't a thing she could do to escape or to stop them from tickling her. After a few minutes Lynn was almost in tears. They finally stopped and untied all the knots and let her out. Bridget and Lynn both got the giggles again and Bridget asked if they would tie her up that tightly next time she was the prisoner.
In the next round Bridget practically tried to get caught, but Lynn would have nothing of it. She insisted it was Brad's turn and she got Bridget to work with her and gang up on Brad. Brad wasn't quite as eager as the girls, but he let them tie his wrists together behind his back. He looked nervous like he didn't want to be seen. I pretended to be busy working on my bike and to not notice, but I course I noticed everything. I went inside since I knew there was exactly one window in my house with a really good view of the neighbor's back porch, and it was my bedroom window. In the bright summer sun it was very hard to see in the windows, but I had a great view out.
I watched the girls bring Brad to the back and lay him down in the grass to finish tieing him up. They weren't quite as skillful with their knots as Brad had been on Lynn, but they did a decent job. Brad wasn't flexible enough for them to get his elbows together behind his back, but they tied them as best they could. They started tickling him, but he thrashed around a lot and they were worried about him getting loose. Lynn ended up climbing on top of him and hugging him in her arms very tight while Bridget tickled him. Then they traded placed and Bridget hugged while Lynn tickled.
I thought Brad was a very lucky guy to have those two cute girls hugging him and touching him. I don't think Brad really got it; I think he wasn't quite far enough along in adolescence to appreciate how sexually charged the situation was. On the other hand, I was a couple of years older, with raging teen male hormones (and an increasing fascination with tie up games), so I fully appreciated the situation.
Just as the girls were letting Brad out at the end of the "torture" session, Brad and Lynn's father pulled into the driveway, home for lunch. They heard his car, so they quickly got the last rope off Brad and they stashed the ropes behind one of the patio chair cushions. The three went inside for lunch.
After their father headed back to work, the game went one more round. Bridget was almost obvious in her eagerness to get tied up tightest of all. She was quickly "captured" and brought to the back yard with her wrists tied behind her back. Brad and Lynn carefully secured her knees and ankles. Brad made sure they used the longest piece of rope for her ankles. They had Bridget laying down in the grass. Bridget asked "aren't you going to tie my elbows too, like you did to Lynn?" Lynn squeezed Bridget's arms together tightly. She was just as flexible as Lynn, so her elbows went all the way together. Brad tied them tightly like that. Then Brad had Bridget bend her knees and he brought the ends of the ankle rope to her wrists and he tied it off tightly right between her wrists where it was impossible for her to reach it.
So now Bridget was in a full hogtie. With her elbows tied together and all of the knots far out of her reach, she was completely helpless. Lynn went to work on the soles of her feet while Brad tickled her ribs and tummy. Bridget taunted them and teased them and said she would never confess, so they kept going on her for quite a while. When they finally let her out she was a mess, with rope marks on her arms and grass stuck in her hair and all over her arms and legs and swimsuit.
The kids came back to the front and played in the sprinkler for a while, which washed away all the grass and dirt. I went back to working on my bike. They were kicking a ball around, and a couple of times one of them came by me to get it when it went into my yard. I'd smile and say "hi", and it didn't seem like they had any indication I had been watching their game. I noticed I couldn't see any rope marks on Bridget's arms anymore.
The girls invented another naughty game too. This one was kind of an exhibitionist "dare" game. That summer the two girls were right on the edge of becoming women. They weren't as far along as a lot of the girls their age, but their nipples had puffed out into firm breast buds. It wasn't quite as obvious when they were in their swimsuits, but sometimes the girls wore shorts and thin cotton tops with nothing underneath, and this conspicuously showed their emerging womanhood. This game the girls had was basically daring each other to expose their breasts. At least early in the summer, they only played this game when Brad and the parents were away.
Most of the time the girls were in their swimsuits. These were Y-back one piece suits so they couldn't just take off their tops easily like a bikini, but they'd slip the straps off their shoulders and slip their arms out like they were staring to take off the suits. They'd pull the top part of the suit down and bunch it up at their waists so their chests were fully exposed. They'd dare each other to "streak" to various target points like this. Sometimes it was once around the extra car in the driveway. For a major dare, it would be to run all the way down the driveway to go around a bush near the street and come back, or to run a whole lap around the house.
One day the girls decided to take it just a bit further. It was Saturday afternoon, and both parents and Brad had driven off together somewhere, so it was just Lynn and Bridget. They had both slipped their suits off their shoulders and bunched them at their waist so they were only covered from the waist down. The other car was parked in the driveway, and the recurring dare seemed to be to pop out of the open garage door topless, run one lap around the car in the driveway, and pop back in. They each did this a couple of times, and I got a great lesson on girls' early breast development. Then Lynn decided to try something different. She pulled the top of her suit back up with her arm back through the shoulder straps, and she stretched it back to its proper place. As was usually the case in these games, Bridget followed Lynn's lead and did the same.
Lynn's attention went to the bottom of her suit. She put her hands on her cute behind and she bunched the suit to the center like a thong. She turned around wiggling her cute curvy bare cheeks and then ran a lap around the parked car like that. Bridget immediately followed and bunched up her own suit and ran her lap too. Then Lynn tugged at the front of her suit and pulled it up tight between her pussy lips. She giggled and wiggled around like this, then ran the requisite lap of the parked car in the driveway. Bridget immediately grabbed her own suit and tugged it far up into herself. She had a look of astonishment on her face and she started giggling too. With a little prompting from Lynn, she ran around the parked car like that. Standing partly hidden in the garage, both girls fixed up their suits, pulling the stretchy fabric back into the intended places.
By now the day was even hotter, so the girls came out to the open yard and played in the sprinkler for a while. Then they slipped back into the garage. I heard more giggling, so I looked over, trying to pretend I was focused on my usual activity of bicycle repairs. Both girls had slipped the shoulder straps back off of their suits and they had them bunched around their waists again.
I could tell Lynn and Bridget were exchanging some kind of dare, but I was too far away to hear them well. Next thing I knew, Lynn slipped her bunched up suit down to just above her knees. With her suit like that, she couldn't fully run, but she did a fast walk as best as she could around the parked car, practically naked. I was looking directly at the girls now, but they took no notice of me. Bridget quickly followed, pulling her own suit down and doing an awkward half walk half run lap of the parked car. Then the girls went back in the open garage, fixed up their suits, and went back to playing in the sprinkler.
I finished up the bike and started kicking a ball around in my yard. Once I "accidentally" kicked it too hard and it flew across their driveway and right next to the sprinkler where the girls were playing. I ran over to get it. The girls got the ball out of the sprinkler so I didn't have to get wet. We said "hi" and I smiled at the girls. They started giggling and they smiled back. As I kicked the ball around my own yard, I saw the girls were looking my way and whispering and giggling more. Nothing else happened that day; the girls just played in the sprinkler until Brad and the parents got home, which wasn't long after that.
It was a few days before I got to see something else naughty. It was another hot weekday afternoon, the parents were at work, Brad and Lynn were home alone, and Bridget was with them. They were all in their usual swimsuits. Through my bedroom window I could see Brad and Lynn were just releasing Bridget from another tied up tickle torture. I think that was the part Bridget liked the best, since she was smiling so much she was practically glowing.
I had taken to keeping my bedroom window open a crack during these games, so I could hear some of what was going on. There was some discussion on how much rope was needed to effectively tie somebody up. The girls thought two short pieces might be enough: one to tie the prisoner's wrists behind her back, one to tie her ankles, and then the extra ends from the ankle rope could be tied to the rope between her wrists to make a hogtie.
Brad said he bet that just one short rope would be enough. Lynn didn't think so, and she made a challenge. She said she would bet if Brad tied her up with just one rope, she would get out within ten minutes. The terms got discussed. It was agreed that if Lynn got out, she and Bridget would tie up Brad and tickle torture him. If she couldn't escape within ten minutes, Brad got to tickle torture her.
Bridget watched all this with great interest, although I had a suspicion she wanted to be the one getting tied up. Brad went to the garage and came back with two short ropes, each maybe just two feet long. Lynn reminded him the agreement was for just one rope. Brad smiled and said he would only use one.
Most of the tie up games got played the patch of lawn next to their back screen porch. It was nice soft grass, and the house and landscaping and a couple of fences made it pretty private. The one good view of the area was from my bedroom window. I had the other shades pulled down and I kept my room dark, so I don't think they knew I was watching.
Brad had Lynn sit on the grass with her legs outstretched. Then he had her bend her knees up so her heels were folded back near her bottom. The he had her reach her arms under her bent knees so her wrists were next to each other. Brad took one of the short ropes and he tied her wrists together like that. She had her arms folded with her hands pointing in opposite directions. Brad made the rope around her wrists fairly tight, then he carefully cinched off the loops between her wrists, not leaving any slack. He wrapped just the right number of times to use up all the rope. He ended with a square knot pulled very tight. It was right between Lynn's wrists, far from the reach of either of her hands.
Lynn investigated her predicament. The knot was out of the reach of her fingers, and since it was behind her knees she couldn't get to it with her teeth either. With her wrists crossed, she didn't have enough arm length to slip her wrists down past her bottom so she could stand up. She could straighten her legs at the knees, but she was bent into enough of a ball that it really didn't do her any good. She struggled harder and harder, but she was really stuck.
Brad took the other rope and turned to Bridget and asked her if she wanted to try it too. She eagerly sat down with her knees bent and reached her arms behind them. Brad tied her wrists securely, taking as much care as he had with his own sister to make sure the knot was very tight and far from the reach of her fingers.
Bridget tested her situation too. Like Lynn, she started out slowly, looked for a weakness that would let her escape. When she found none, she went into all out struggled and thrashing around on the grass.
I enjoyed the sight from my window. I felt a little jealous, wishing I could be Brad. Here he was, with two incredibly cute girls in cute little swimsuits who had willingly, even eagerly let him tie them both up. They were completely helpless and at his mercy. Of course I knew Brad was a nice gentle boy who would never hurt the girls. And of course, if I had been in the same situation, I would have never hurt them either. However, had they been a few years older, and had they been willing to play a little naughtier, I'm sure I would have given in to temptation.
The girls struggled on the lawn without making any progress at all toward freedom. After probably almost ten minutes, Brad sat on the grass next to Lynn, and he pulled her into his lap. He gave her quite a tickling. With her arms crossed under her legs, she couldn't squeeze them tight against her body, and her y-back swimsuit left her armpits completely vulnerable. They were one of her most ticklish places, and Brad took full advantage of it. He also worked on her feet. Since her ankles weren't tied, she could kick a little bit, but Brad soon trapped her legs between his so her feet were defenseless too. He made a few side trips to work on her ribs and tummy. The spandex swimsuit covered these, but it offered her little protection from Brad's fingers.
After a few minutes of "torturing" his sister, Brad turned his attention to Bridget. He pulled her into his lap. Bridget's crush on Brad seemed more apparent than ever; every time he'd roughhouse with her or tickle her or hold on to her she got a very happy look. Bridget laughed and squealed in delight as Brad worked over her armpits, feet, ribs, and tummy.
After Brad worked Bridget over for a while, he sat on the grass and put the two girls next to each other on his lap. He squeezed them together and tickled them both at once. One thing I noticed about Brad was that he was very good at tuning in on what the girls liked. When he noticed they didn't seem comfortable with something, he'd move on, and when he noticed they were liking something, he'd do more of it. They were liking the simultaneous cuddling and tickling a whole lot, and he didn't disappoint them.
When Brad had thoroughly worn out the girls, he put them back on the grass and he untied their wrists. The girls rubbed at the rope marks on their wrists, but they work both giggly and smiling. Then Lynn said it was their turn to tie up Brad. He hesitated, but she insisted it wouldn't be fair if they didn't get a turn too. Brad reluctantly assumed the position and let the girls tie his wrists behind his knees.
The girls let Brad struggle for a few minutes to no avail. Once they were sure Brad knew just how helpless he was, they pounced. They pushed him over onto the grass and they pinned him down, which was very easy with him tied up in a ball like that. Lynn got on top of him and held him tight while Bridget tickled his feet and armpits. Lynn had a hand where it could work on Brad's ribs and tummy. After a few minutes of this, the girls traded places with Bridget on top of Brad squeezing him and Lynn doing most of the tickling. The girls tickle tortured Brad for maybe 15 minutes, then they finally untied him. They spent the rest of that afternoon just playing in the sprinkler again.
I didn't see any more naughty games next door until the following week. This time something was happening on the back screen porch. I quietly went into my bedroom and sat in a strategic place where I had a good view but the way I had the window and the shades I couldn't easily be seen. I had the window open a crack so I could hear what was said.
The girls were playing another exhibitionist "dare" game, but this time Brad was with them. Lynn had slipped off the shoulder straps of her swimsuit it and pulled the top down to her waist to show off her just budding breasts. Bridget quickly followed her lead and did the same. Then Brad dared Bridget to take her suit all the way off. This surprised me a little, since so far the girls had always taken the lead with everything naughty, and Brad had usually followed along, somewhat reluctantly. Anyhow, Bridget partly complied, pulled her suit down just far enough to clearly show she was still mostly a girl, but a few dark hairs were beginning to mark her transition to womanhood.
Brad persisted: "All the way off, Bridget!" Lynn chimed in too "and run out into the yard". Bridget moved slowly. She pulled her bunched up suit down a little more, until it was just above her knees. Now Lynn took the lead. She pulled her own suit all the way down to her ankles and she stepped out. She ran out the porch screen door and did a fast lap of the tiny side yard, which I'm happy to say was right next to my bedroom window. Lynn flew back into the porch and stood naked next to Bridget. Now Bridget pulled her suit down below her knees and stood practically naked next to Lynn. Brad kept it up, raising the stakes again: "All the way off! And run around the FRONT yard!"
After a long, silent pause, Bridget sprang into action. She pulled her suit all the way down, stepped out of it, and instantly zipped out of the porch door. She ran past the garage to the front yard, make a quick naked dash through the still running sprinkler, ran back to the side yard next to the porch, did two cartwheels, and ran back into the porch. I wasn't expecting the cartwheels. Let's just say I grew up rather sheltered, with no little sisters and no girls I ever played those kinds of games with. Although it was only for a split second, I got quite a lesson in girl's anatomy right there.
Not to be outdone, Lynn made her own naked run out through the sprinkler, with a cartwheel in the side yard on her way back into the porch. I observed that like her friend, she was just starting on the transition to womanhood; mostly hairless, but with just a hint of new dark hairs.
Brad did not follow in their games. The three gathered in the screen porch. Brad seemed pretty surprised that the girls had actually done this. Lynn and Bridget were all giggles, and neither of them rushed to put their swimsuits back on. Eventually the girls put their suits back on and the three of them went back to the front yard to play in the sprinkler.
It was the next week before I observed another naughty game. The three kids were in their swimsuits playing in the sprinkler in the front yard as usual. I suspected Lynn and Bridget were up to something, since they were acting kind of funny and giggling about something not at all apparent to me. Finally, Lynn told Brad and Bridget to come with her to play a game. Lynn went into the garage and came out with a couple of ropes, and the other two followed her around the side of the garage to the back screen porch.
Lynn said this game would be a contest to see who could stand a tickle torture the longest without laughing out loud. She had already put a stopwatch on the table in the patio. She asked who wanted to go first and Bridget immediately volunteered. I had a suspicion that Lynn and Bridget had a scheme of some kind, but I had no idea what it was. Lynn said that this time the "victim" was going to be tied standing up and tickled. She had Bridget hold out her arms in front of her, and Lynn and Brad tied her wrists tightly together. They used a fairly long rope so there was a long tail left over. Then they used a short rope to tie her ankles together.
Next, Lynn stood on one of the patio chairs next to Bridget and she took the long extra rope from Bridget's wrists and brought it up to an unused hook for a hanging plant. Lynn tied the rope to the hook, then up to the beam the hook was screwed into for good measure. At this point Bridget was very helpless, with her ankles tied together and her wrists tied together with her arms stretched all the way up over her head. Her usual one piece swimsuit still left a lot of bare skin for easy tickling. Lynn started the stopwatch, and she and Brad started tickling Bridget. Lynn seemed to be going pretty easy, but Brad did a better job, especially on Bridget's fully exposed armpits. Bridget held out for a little while but she soon exploded into laughter. Lynn stopped the stopwatch. She brought the chair back and climbed up to release Bridget's wrists, while Brad untied her ankles.
"My turn now", Lynn announced. She stood in the spot under the plant hook. Brad secured her wrists while Bridget tied her ankles. Brad tied the rope holding Lynn's arms up over her head, and he moved the chair out of the way. He asked if Lynn and Bridget were both ready. They were, so he stared the stopwatch and Lynn's tickle torture began. Bridget seemed to be going easy, but Brad was really going at his sister. I thought Lynn was going to hold her breath until she turned purple, but it wasn't long before she exploded into laughter too. Brad and Bridget untied her.
The girls looked at Brad. "Your turn now!" Brad hesitated at first. "I thought this was just for you two." Lynn pressed the issue, "Come on, you have to play too! What's wrong? Afraid you'll lose to a couple of girls?" Brad and Lynn were sometimes fiercely competitive with each other, and Lynn had just said the magic words. Brad reluctantly stood in the spot under the plant hook.
The girls worked together to tie his wrists. They were very careful about it, making sure there was no extra slack and that the knot was right between Brad's wrists where he couldn't reach it. They similarly attended to tying his ankles. Lynn got on the chair and wrapped the wrist rope around the plant hook then pulled it over the beam. She pulled on the rope to stretch Brad's arms all the way up. Brad protested a bit "Hey, don't lift me off the ground!". Lynn decided it was tight enough and she tied the rope, first around the beam and then to the hook as well.
Brad was good and stuck now. Bridget asked if he was ready. Lynn teased him again that he was going to lose. Bridget started the stopwatch and the two girls immediately pounced on Brad. Lynn went to his armpits, using the perfect touch that only a little sister could master. Meanwhile Bridget's warm, soft little fingers were all over Brad's tummy and ribs. His boy's swim trunks left everything above his waist bare and vulnerable. It only took seconds for Brad to explode laughing.
Bridget stopped the watch. Lynn looked and declared Bridget the winner and Brad the loser. Then Lynn said there would be a special penalty for the loser. Lynn and Bridget went over to Brad and tugged at his swim trunks. Brad protested. "Hey! Stop! You never said anything about this!" This was probably the one and only time I saw the kids play get into non-consensual territory. The girls quickly got his suit pulled down all the way to the rope at Brad's ankles. Brad continued to protest, but Lynn chimed in: "You've seen both of us naked now; it wouldn't be fair if we didn't get to see you naked too."
The girls stared at Brad's manhood. Like the girls, Brad was still in the earlier stages of puberty. He had just a few dark pubic hairs, and his penis had started the process of growing from boy sized to man sized. Brad turned a little red as the girls checked him out. I knew his family was kind of casual about nudity in the home, so this probably wasn't anything new for Lynn, but Bridget was positively fascinated. I was wondering if she was going to touch, but she looked with her eyes only. Lynn asked Bridget if Brad was as cute as she had hoped. Bridget giggled a lot and said Brad was even better looking that she had imagined.
After a few minutes, the girls let Brad out. Bridget untied his ankles, and Lynn climbed up on the chair and free his wrists. As soon as his wrists were free Brad pulled his swimsuit back up. The girls both told Brad they were sorry for pulling down his swimsuit. Of course they weren't, and Brad knew that. They told him they wanted to make it up to him, and they said he could do anything we wanted with them. Brad looked right at Lynn and said he bet this whole thing was her idea. Lynn laughed and told him yes, it had been her idea.
I was quite surprised to see Brad give Lynn a very hard, loud swat right on her bottom. "You are a very naughty girl!" Brad and Lynn practically never hit each other, so this was unexpected. Lynn looked very shocked, but she just rubbed her bottom and soon she was giggling again. Then Brad turned to Bridget, "You are a very naughty girl too! Just one question: why did you do it?" Bridget confessed she was super curious to see a naked boy. Then Lynn made her claim again, "Don't you think it was unfair that you had seen us naked and we hadn't seen you?" Brad didn't seem impressed by this line, "But you two are a couple of naughty showoffs!"
Then Lynn went and put her arms around Brad and gave him a big hug and asked if she was forgiven yet. Brad kind of mumbled "I guess so" and hugged her back. Then Bridget hugged Brad too. Actually, she practically squeezed the stuffing out of him. This was the most direct display of affection I had seen yet from Bridget toward Brad. It pretty much confirmed my suspicion that she had a crush on him.
Brad looked kind of surprised, but he hugged Bridget back. She finally let him go, and Lynn led the trio back to the front yard sprinkler. I was out in my yard fixing up another bike and I noticed the three were playing extra rough in the sprinkler. Brad would wrestle the girls onto the wet grass and pin them down and tickle them. And they were liking it, especially Bridget. Sometimes the two girls would gang up on Brad and overpower him. It was pretty clear there was no lingering tension from earlier.
By now it was well into August; school would start again soon, and the curious voyeur in me was feeling a little sad that I probably wouldn't have more naughty games to watch. However, I got one last surprise.
One of the last little games I witnessed was also one of the naughtiest of all. Our mid August heat wave was continuing, and the kids spent more of their time than ever cooling off in the sprinkler. Their dad had been home for lunch with them, and after he headed back to work, they (and I) knew they'd have a few hours of unsupervised time. After another brief sprinkler play session, the girls took the lead. They brought Brad with them to the screen porch behind the house. Lynn grabbed the whole box of ropes from the garage on their way. I slipped inside to my favorite viewing point from my bedroom window, which had the shades carefully adjusted so I could see everything interesting without being easily seen myself.
The trio went into the screen porch. The girls said to make it up to Brad for what they had done to him yesterday, they were going to let him tie them both up. It was kind of obvious that the girls actually wanted this a lot more than Brad, but he was a good sport and he went along with it. Lynn wanted to get tied up first. She told Brad to tie her wrists and ankles and knees together. They was a set of patio furniture, with a small round table and a couple of chairs inside the screen porch. The other two chairs were on a little outdoor patio area behind the garage, just outside the porch. Lynn sat down in one of the porch chairs with her legs pressed together ready to be tied.
Lynn gave more instructions. "Why don't you tie my wrists together like this?" She held her arms in front of her, wrists together. Then, pretending her wrists were tied, she raised her arms straight up over her head, then she bent her elbows to bring her hands behind her head. "If you tie them to the chair behind me I'll be stuck like this, and you can tickle me under my arms and I won't be able to stop you."
This was definitely the girls' game, but Brad liked to please, and he seemed to have enough fun with it too. Brad went to the rope box and sorted out the lengths. He made one pile of shorter ropes, good for her wrists and ankles. Then he picked out a couple of longer ones. These would be perfect to tie her wrists and have enough extra to bring it down to tie it off on the back of the chair.
Brad took a longer rope and turned to his sister. She stretched out her arms and offered her wrists to him. He was just about to tie them, when he made an observation. "You girls have an unfair advantage. Once you tied up my hands there wasn't a thing I could do to stop you from pulling off my swimsuit. Your suits go up over your shoulders. If your hands are tied you'll still be safe from anyone who tries to pull down your suit."
Lynn's reaction caught Brad by surprise (and me too). She immediately stretched the suit over her shoulders, pulled her arms out, and slid it off in one quick motion. She tossed it on the table and stood naked in front of Brad. "It will be more fun to be tied up naked anyhow," she said, and she stretched out her arms again. Brad looked surprised, but he took the rope and tied her wrists together. He was careful to cinch off the ropes between her wrists and put in a good knot out of her reach. Then he took a short rope and similarly tied her ankles together, and then used another short rope to join her knees.
Already pretty securely tied, Lynn sat down in one of the patio chairs and she reached her arms up and put her wrists behind her head, expecting Brad to finish the job. Brad hesitated, then he took the rope on her wrists and lifted it up. "Stand back up," he ordered. Lynn wasn't sure what was up, but she complied. Brad put his right arm around her behind her back and his left arm behind her knees and he scooped her up. Brad was a strong guy, and the girls were light, so this was easy for him. I'd seen him carry both Lynn and Bridget around lots of times when they were playing and roughhousing.
Lynn looked both surprised and excited. "What are you doing to me?" she asked. Brad carried her across the porch to the screen door. "Oh my god! You're not going to take me outside like this?" Brad told her that if she yelled and made a fuss, the neighbors might come out and find her like this. Lynn immediately became quiet. Of course they had one curious neighbor surreptitiously watching through the gap in the shades over his bedroom window, but I was harmless and I certainly wasn't going to tell their parents about this.
Brad carried Lynn outside and set her in one of the chairs on the outdoor patio behind the garage. Bridget followed them outside, and she watched as Brad brought Lynn's hands up over and behind her head. He tied the rope securely to the top of the chair, then brought the tail of rope down and tied it again at the bottom of the chair back, where it was far out of Lynn's reach. Brad gave Lynn a quick little tickle under her arms. Lynn tried hard to keep quiet; I'm sure she didn't want to attract any attention. Bridget stared at her naked helpless friend and giggled.
Bridget went back into the porch and brought out the other ropes Brad had sorted out. Brad looked at her. "You just can't wait to get tied up, can you?" Bridget didn't answer but she started giggling. Brad turned to her: "Your turn. Take off your swimsuit!" Bridget was still giggling as she stretched the straps off her shoulders and brought her suit down to her waist. I noticed her breasts had changed from the beginning of the summer. They were still budding, but her nipples were a lot puffier and more prominent. She stood still as Brad stared at her breasts too.
Her suit was still half on. Brad nudged her along. "All the way off, Bridget!" Bridget slowly slid the suit down her legs and she stepped out of it. She had her back to the screen porch, and her front toward my window. She had grown more dark hairs below, but she was still really more of a girl than a woman. Brad took the first rope. "Hold out your arms." Bridget had a really bad case of the giggles, but she followed Brad's order. He tied her wrists securely together and he had her sit down in the other chair on the outdoor patio. Her chair and Lynn's were facing directly at each other. Brad went around behind Bridget and he pulled her hands behind her head and he secured them there with the rope. Bridget and Lynn both giggled at each other.
Brad came back around in front of Bridget. "Time to tie your legs together now." Bridget had other ideas. "Why don't you tie them like this instead?" To Brad's complete astonishment (and Lynn's and mine), Bridget picked her feet up off the ground and planted them firmly on the edges of the chair seat. Her legs were wide open and all her female charms were out there for Brad and Lynn to see.
The way Bridget's chair was turned, I didn't have a perfect viewing angle but I could see a little. Brad's jaw just dropped and he went silent. Lynn blurted out "Oh my God Bridget! I can't believe you did that!" Before Bridget could change her mind, Brad picked up two ropes and did a quick tie of her ankles to the chair arms. It wasn't his best ropework, but Bridget wasn't going to be closing her legs any time soon. Then Brad took two more ropes and he tied Bridget's upper thighs snugly against the chair arms. Now that her legs were very secure, he went back and redid the ropes on her ankles, making them much more neat and secure.
Bridget really was incredibly cute. Brad knelt down in front of her and spent a couple of minutes, taking in the full view of all her female charms. After enjoying the sight, Brad gave her a pretty good tickling on her feet and her armpits. Bridget struggled to keep her laughing quiet to not draw attention. Then Brad gave Lynn a similarly good tickle session, then Bridget got another turn.
Brad finally went back to Lynn and he untied her ankles and knees. "Is the game over already?" Lynn asked. Brad replied with a question: "Do you want it to be over?" "No" "I didn't think so. In fact, I think you want to be tied up the same way as you sweet and cute but extremely naughty friend. Isn't that right?" Lynn didn't answer him. "You're just as naughty as she is; isn't that right?" Still no answer. "Get your legs up and your feet on the chair right now!" Lynn sort of complied; bringing her feet up to the chair seat, but with her legs tightly together. Brad went ahead and tied a rope around her left ankle and a second rope around her right ankle, but he didn't tie them to anything.
Brad got two more ropes. The first one was for Lynn's right thigh, just above her knee. I noticed that without Brad even asking, Lynn opened her legs just enough for him to get the rope around her thigh. He repeated with another rope on her other left thigh. I was wondering if Brad was going to force Lynn's legs open, but he didn't have to (and I doubt he would have, if it had come to that).
Brad looked Lynn right in the eyes, "I know you want to be tied up just like Bridget." Lynn moved her feet to the sides of the chair, but she kept her knees together. Brad carefully tied off each ankle rope to the chair arms. Then Brad went to the first rope on Lynn's thigh. She offered no resistance or protest as Brad looped the rope around the chair arm and gave a gentle but steady tug. Her leg settled in against the chair arm and Brad tied it there. He repeated with her other leg, then he stepped out of the way.
Now Lynn and Bridget each had a full view of everything the other had to offer. There wasn't a thing they could do to cover themselves; their legs were tied wide open to the chair arms, and their hands were tied securely over and behind their heads. I don't know how Brad managed to control himself and keep his hands off these incredibly cute girls, but he did. Of course he tickled them like crazy, but he didn't fondle their breasts or touch their privates. He certainly did inspect them with his eyes, especially Bridget. I figured he had probably seen his sister naked at least a hundred times, but Bridget was new and different and super cute, and the look of naughty excitement on her face must have been an incredible temptation.
Brad had a little bit more naughty fun with Bridget. He tickled her feet then slowly worked his fingers up the inside of her legs. She was ticklish every inch of the way, but as he got far up her inner thighs, I thought she would completely explode. He stopped his advance just an inch or two from her privates, but he kept up the tickling for quite a while. Bridget thrashed around as much as she could, which wasn't much the way she was tied up, but she did a pretty good job of not being too loud.
Then Brad went behind Bridget's chair and he turned it ninety degrees. He did the same in the opposite direction for Lynn's chair. Now instead of facing each other, the girls were directly facing my house (and my window).
I was terrified the girls would notice me, but I also wondered what they'd do if they did. Tell on me? I thought unlikely that a 12 year old girl next door would report a 15 year neighbor old for watching a very naughty game of her own invention. And I wasn't exactly being a "Peeping Tom"; the girls were outside in plain sight, and I was in my own house. In any case, I didn't see any evidence that I'd been noticed.
My full attention turned back to the remarkable sight before me. Like I said before, I had grown up sheltered, with no little sister, no close girl friends to play "show and tell" or "doctor" games with. I had caught a couple of fleeting glimpses of naked girls from the front before, but that had been it. Now these two absolutely beautiful girls were fully on display for my enjoyment.
Outwardly they looked very similar; cute, skinny girls, both kind of tomboys, both very athletic and energetic. Both were on the late side of development for girls in their grade. A lot of the other girls that age had rounded out, almost fully developed breasts, but they just had their now very puffy nipples and little budding breasts. But the new view I had showed me something altogether far more fascinating. At the time I had no idea of the range of normal female anatomy (I didn't resolve that question until about four years later, when I had gone away to a big university and I took some time hidden away in the medical library for a little "research"). So this was all new to me.
I took in the incredible sight I was seeing. I guess I could say Lynn's body naturally showed less. Her outer lips mostly covered everything else, with just a narrow stripe down the middle that hinted at the darker pinkish brown shade of her inner lips. Just a few dark hairs were growing, but they were too sparse to hide anything. Bridget was a different girl altogether. Her outer lips had more hair on them, but still not enough to really hide anything. But far more fascinating to me was what I could see between them. Unlike Lynn, Bridget's inner lips were fleshy and conspicuous. Her clitoral hood protruded a little above everything else. I didn't even fully understand everything I was seeing, but it was beautiful.
Brad was behind the girls now, taking turns tickle torturing their armpits. As Lynn squirmed from his touch, I noticed her outer lips would open a tiny bit more and give me just a little more hit at what charms lay between then. When Brad went to Bridget I saw a lot more. He was tickling her a lot more aggressively. His fingers were visiting her armpits, her tummy, her ribs, and her inner thighs. Although Bridget was struggling insanely, she also had a look on her face that I could only interpret as pure delight and excitement. Her nipples looked to me like they were bigger and stiffer than before. More fascinating to me was that her outer lips seems to be hiding even less. The darker pink lips in between stuck out more then ever, and it looked to me like they were getting damp and shiny.
Although I was still completely sexually inexperienced myself, I had read up on the topic at some length. To be more specific, an older, married cousin I had stayed with once had a copy of "The Joy of Sex" which had just been published. I snuck it off to the bathroom in the wee hours of the night and stayed up almost all night reading its fascinating contents.
So I wondered if Bridget might be getting sexually aroused from all Brad's touching and tickling, along with her obvious delight at showing off her beautiful body and the naughty excitement of being tied up. I wondered where this might lead.
Brad soon stopped the tickle torture. I suspected he realized how late it was getting. It certainly would have been awkward to have his parents arrive right then. I could imagine... "What are you doing son?" "Not much Dad; just getting my sister and her friend to strip naked and then tying them up and tickling them." Probably not a good scene...
Brad quickly untied the girls. They both came to him still naked and they hugged him and kissed him. Then the girls went in the porch and put their suits back on while Brad returned the ropes to the box and the box to the shelf in the garage. The trio went back to the sprinkler in the front yard.
Sadly, summer break was ending. School was about to start, and I had marching band practice, Brad had sports practice, and the girls had a gymnastics class that was starting, so that was the last naughty game I ever saw them play.
In any case, even decades later, I still have fond memories of that summer, mixed with a little jealousy, wishing I had been Brad. I also worried I might not have behaved myself as well as he did. To this day I don't know how aware they were of my watching their "games", and I've always wondered if they were deliberately putting on a show for me. I did run into all three of them from time to time during the school year, and they were as friendly and nice to me as always. The girls sometimes gave me sly little smiles, but I never did figure out if they were just being flirtatious or if they knew I had been watching.

### Re: Lynn, Brad, and Bridget, naughty childhood games

Post by OldTUGger » Thu Apr 03, 2014 12:01 pm

Nice story, and very nicely told!

### Re: Lynn, Brad, and Bridget, naughty childhood games

Post by canuck100 » Thu Apr 03, 2014 12:15 pm

^ I agree
And I too would have loved to take Brad's place!

### Re: Lynn, Brad, and Bridget, naughty childhood games

Post by lockedup » Mon Apr 07, 2014 3:23 pm

really great story, i enjoyed all of it. thanks for posting it!
i'm 17, male, a bit of a computer geek, and love to be tied up