Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby WishPaladin » Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:37 am

Here's another fictional intimate story. My plan is to alternate between the point of view of the brother and the sister.

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<Brother's POV>


Eight o'clock in the evening. Karen, my 16-year-old stepsister, was lying on her bed. She was wearing some dark blue pajama-shirt and shorts. I had entered her room to ask if I could borrow her scissors for an assignment I had to do for school. She looked at me with panic in her eyes.

“Chris, this isn't what you think it is!”

Oh yes it totally was what I thought it was. It couldn't be anything else. How else was she going to explain this situation where I found her on her bed with her hands taped together behind her back and her ankles and thighs bound with a rope?

The roll of duct tape was still stuck to the bonds around her wrists. For a second, I wondered how she managed to tie herself. Oh well, that didn't really matter, did it? Ever since my father's new girlfriend moved in with her daughter a year ago, I had developed a crush for Karen. There had always been some distance between us, though. This looked like an amazing occasion to break the ice.

I grinned evilly. “Well, I'm only here to borrow the scissors.”

“Wait! Cut these loose first!” She tried to show me her hands. Her face was beet red. Well, I would've been embarrassed too if someone found me like that. Of course, she had no idea what I thought about this. She didn't know that I had been browsing sites about bondage for some time now, although I hadn't tried it out myself. Maybe she was afraid that I would tell our parents or everyone at school. That was far from my intention.

“Oh, okay.” I took the scissors from her bed and cut the tape off the roll. Her hands were left tied together, of course. She gave me a look of dismay.

“I meant my hands, you know.”

“I know.”

“So...” She looked at me with puppy-eyes.

“Didn't you do this because you wanted to be tied up?”

“Like I said, this isn't what you think it is.” Karen's face turned an even darker shade of red. “Come on, don't you want to free your cute little sis- mmph!”

I had found a sock of hers and stuffed it into her mouth. Then I sealed it in place with duct tape.

“As a big brother, I think you did a shoddy job. Let me show you how it's done.”

Ignoring my stepsister's protests, I wrapped some more tape around her wrists. I wouldn't want to make this too easy for her, so I made sure to tape together her fingers as well. The ropes around her ankles and thighs were well done. She had probably done this several times before when our parents weren't home like tonight.

I took a step back to admire the sight. Like always, she looked really pretty. Being captured like that only made her look even better. Seeing her squirm around helplessly in her bonds was starting to make me feel funny. It would have been a shame to return to my room and just leave her there like that, right?

Poke. She yelped. I knew she didn't like to be poked and tickled, but she couldn't fight back now. She thrashed around, laughing in her gag, unable to put up any resistance against the tickle torture I was subjecting her to. First her sides, where she was very ticklish. Then I sat down on her legs to prevent her from kicking me. Her exposed feet were my next target. Her screams and laughter were somewhat muffled by the sock in her mouth. Not that it mattered much as long as no one else was home. She tried to roll away in vain. Nope, she wouldn't escape.

When I'd had enough, I got off her legs and left her there. She was panting in her gag, tired from the struggle. Just was I about to leave, I noticed a strand of rope coming out of her closet. It piqued my curiosity. Bingo! She had a lot more stuff hidden in there.

With those extra resources, I couldn't resist the urge to put some finishing touches on my work. Ignoring her muffled protests, I covered her eyes with one of her scarves. Using one of the extra ropes, I tied together her arms above her elbows. I made sure to tie them tight, but not tight enough to hurt her. It helped that she was quite athletic.

It was time for the final step. With another rope, I connected the bonds around her ankles to the ones around her shoulders. Since I was planning to leave her there for quite some time, I didn't make it too tight, though. She could still flap around a bit with her legs.

“You comfortable enough?”

“Mmph.” I assumed she meant that as a yes.

I had truly done a magnificent job. Karen, my stepsister, one of the top of her class in both studies and sports, a usually polite and charming – albeit sometimes a bit bossy – girl, was lying there all tied up and helpless in front of me. She tried wriggling her fingers to reach the knots around her feet, but it was no use because her fingers were taped to each other. Her movements were limited to rolling on her side and then back on her belly. For a second, I considered taking a picture and hiding it on my computer. Then I had an even better idea. I quickly went to my room and came back with my phone.

“Karen, smile!”

She yelled a muffled “No!” through her gag. I hoped she wouldn't hate me too much for this. The picture would have some use later on. But first I would go and finish my homework. I brushed over Karen's vulnerable feet one last time with my fingers. She yelped again. Cute.

“Have fun.”

I left the room and closed the door, leaving the muffled shouts behind. Of course, I took the scissors with me. Maybe I'd have some more fun after finishing my homework.

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Oh by the way, feel free to give constructive criticism. I know my writing is still far from perfect, so it would be good for me to know where I could improve. On another note, I love hearing people speculate on what might happen next. :)
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Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby SelenaGfan » Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:43 am

Excellent story love the step sister being tied,gagged and blindfolded then tickled.Hope she gets more treatment
from her step brother soon,maybe wearing a skirt,top,and pantyhose with no shoes would be nice.

Will this get more intimate since they are not blood related?

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Sun Dec 16, 2012 11:39 am

Hope There's Revenge :)

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Zaphod » Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:39 pm

This is a great start. Speculation on what might happen next, eh? I'll say that Chris comes back and takes off her gag, and they have a little conversation. Since they now know that she likes being tied up and he likes to see her tied up, Karen proposes that they role-play a game as if he's kidnapping her for ransom, and they both agree that making the game a little more...intimate...would be okay with both of them since they're not related.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby sarumansauron » Sun Dec 16, 2012 6:34 pm

Cool story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby WishPaladin » Mon Dec 17, 2012 5:58 am

@Vivianfan: this story is posted in the more intimate section for a reason. They're also not blood related for a reason. :P

@LauraHogtieTickled: well, Karen is itching for revenge, but whether she'll actually get it is another question. :lol:

@Zaphod: your guess is about 50% correct. :wink:

@boundfan46: of course there will be more fun. ^_^

@sarumansauron: thanks. :)

Anyway, on to the next part of the story. This time it's from Karen's point of view. It covers the same things as the first part and a little more.

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<Sister's POV>

Friday, half past seven in the evening. My parents were gone until Sunday afternoon and Chris was busy with his homework. We weren't really close, so at that time I didn't expect him to come to my room. You see, my mom got together with his father last year. I didn't really mind. After all, my real father had been a good-for-nothing drunk who had run away with another woman. My mom had been an emotional wreck until she met her new boyfriend. So I was happy for her. My new brother wasn't too bad looking either. Actually, I thought it was a pity that there seemed to be some kind of invisible wall between us. We just didn't really have anything in common to talk about. Ah, I'm getting off track here.

Back to that Friday evening now. I had a secret. A big secret. Not even my mom or my friends knew about it. What was it? Well, I dreamed about being tied up really good and being at the mercy of my captor. Yes, you read that right. The super-responsible Karen was actually into bondage. I bet no one would ever expect that from me.

I found it out last year, when I found it strangely arousing to see other girls getting tied up in movies. I googled whether there were other people who felt the same and then one thing led to another. In just a year, I had amassed a collection of rope, duct tape, a pair of handcuffs, and even a ball gag and nipple clamps, although I had chickened out on trying out the clamps.

Tonight, I was going to begin with something simple. Just tying up my legs and hands would be enough. I had already changed into my pajamas since it was more comfortable this way. Time to get started. I grabbed two pieces of white cotton rope. First my ankles. One, two, three, four. I wound the rope four times around them, pulling the coils tight. Then I crossed the ropes and secured the horizontal coils with a couple of vertical ones. After tying the knot, I tested the bonds. My feet wouldn't get free no matter how much I struggled. My circulation wasn't cut off either. I had done a good job.

Next up were my thighs. I tied them snugly together in a similar way as my ankles. The rest of my materials had been left in the closet on purpose. Clumsily, I hopped around in my room, first fetching the duct tape from my closet and then taking the scissors lying on my desk. I would need those to free myself later. To apply the tape, I held my arms crossed in front of me and somehow managed to wind the tape around them. This was a tricky part. In fact, it was the first time I tried tying my hands with duct tape. Usually, it was reserved for my legs. To play it safe, I normally only used handcuffs for my wrists.

Anyway, I succeeded eventually. I failed to cut off the rest of the roll with the scissors, though. I didn't even really know whether I would be able to cut loose the tape with my hands tied, but I had seen it happen in movies and read about it on the internet, so it had to be possible. Now for the next step... I wanted to get my hands behind my back, so I laid down on the bed. Fortunately, I was athletic enough to get my tied legs between my arms. Then I pulled my hands under my butt. Voilà, I had ended up with my hands tied behind my back.

Satisfied, I rolled over on my belly and started squirming around in my bonds, enjoying my helplessness and pretending I had been captured by burglars. The thought made me feel all tingly. Maybe I should have used the vibrator I had hidden in the back of my closet. Nah, not yet. I would use that later tonight, when I'd tie myself in a different position. While these thoughts went through my head, the door suddenly opened.

My stepbrother, Chris, entered my room.

“Chris, this isn't what you think it is!” Oh crap. I was done for. How would I explain this situation?

I saw his gaze drift over my body. The word 'embarrassed' doesn't even begin to describe how I felt right then. He looked at my hands and the duct tape around them. Then my thighs. My ankles. Then my wrists again. A painful silence. It might have been only a minute, but to me it seemed like an hour.

He grinned. “Well, I'm only here to borrow the scissors.” That look on his face. He was definitely planning something evil! Was he going to tell our parents? Or was he just going to take the scissors and leave me tied up like this? Or maybe both? I felt my cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

“Wait! Cut these loose first!”

“Oh, okay.” He took the scissors from my bed and cut the tape off the roll.

“I meant my hands, you know.”

“I know.”

Damn, so he was really going to leave me all tied up. Our parents were gone for a whole weekend, but I didn't think he would leave me here for two days. He'd have to free me eventually. After all, I had to eat and stuff. And then I would get some payback. I only had to convince him to release me.

“So...” I looked at him with the sweetest look I could manage. At school, any boy's heart completely melted whenever I looked at them like that.

“Didn't you do this because you wanted to be tied up?”

Aw crap, it didn't work. “Like I said, this isn't what you think it is. Come on, don't you want to free your cute little sis- mmph!”

Oh my god, he had stuffed a sock in my mouth and stuck it in place with duct tape! I was angry. Oh yes I was angry. I'd pay him back for that. But on the other hand, I felt excited. I was really captured now, like in my fantasies. In a way, I actually liked how the situation was turning out.

“As a big brother, I think you did a shoddy job. Let me show you how it's done.”

What else was he going to do? Hey, no! I yelled at him in protest. The sounds were muffled by the gag. He was wrapping more tape around my wrists and even taping my fingers together. That would make it a real pain in the ass to bite it all off when he was gone.

He stepped back to admire his work. I squirmed around in my bonds to show him that I couldn't escape. I wanted him to go away so I could pull my arms back under my legs and in front of me to chew off the tape. Then I would go to his room and surprise him. Revenge would be sweet.

Poke. I yelped. He had poked me! Even though he knew I hated that! Well, maybe he did it exactly because he knew I hated it. Tied up like I was, I couldn't fight back. And then he started tickling me all over. I laughed hysterically. I couldn't help it. My sides were way too sensitive. He sat down on my legs. Oh no, not the feet as well!

This time, I was fighting against my bonds in earnest. Damn, why had I tied my legs so tight! My hands were no good either. I tried to roll over and throw him off my back. It failed. He was too strong and I was bound too well. I could do nothing else but flail around helplessly and scream in my gag. I'd get him for that. Yeah, this was something I had secretly desired for a long time, but to satisfy my pride, I'd have to get back at him. Just you wait, Chris...

He finally got off my legs. I was exhausted. Before trying to get free, I would have to recover a bit. It looked like Chris was finally going to leave. Or not. He had discovered my equipment in the closet.

“No!” I tried to yell when he covered my eyes with a scarf. My chances of chewing off the tape were decreasing. And then he tied together my elbows. The possibility of getting my arms in front of me vanished into thin air. Okay, I was totally screwed now.

But Chris wasn't done yet. He bended my legs until they almost touched my back. I didn't fight back. Although I hated to admit it, he had won. I was completely at his mercy.

“You comfortable enough?”

“Mmph,” I answered. I tried to stretch my legs. They were held back by something. I also felt a pull around my elbows. He had put me in a hogtie. I tried to wriggle around with my fingers to reach the knots around my feet. That didn't work. I could indeed reach the knots with some effort, but with my fingers taped together, prying them loose was impossible. I struggled a bit more. The only thing I managed to do was to fall down on my side and then roll back on my belly. I wondered what Chris was thinking.

“Karen, smile!”

What? “No!” I yelled through the gag. What was he going to do with that? Fearful thoughts raced through my mind. Was he going to show it to everyone at school and to our parents? He brushed over my feet with his fingers.

“Have fun.”

No! Don't go away! Let me go and delete that picture!

Ah, not like he'd understand what I was yelling at him. I heard the door close. He had left me tied up here all alone and helpless. I had to get out somehow. I had to get loose, delete that picture and pay him back!

Come on Karen, think. There had to be a way to get out. In the movies, the captives sometimes managed to get out of the most impossible situations. Those were just movies, though. And what about escape artists? It had to be possible, right? If I didn't get out soon, he might send that picture to other people. Panicking, I struggled wildly against my bonds, flailing my legs around as much as I could.

To my surprise, the rope between my elbows and ankles came loose. He must've done a shoddy job with that. One step closer to freedom. If only I could do something about that rope around my arms.

I suddenly had a crazy idea. Maybe I could reach my feet with my hands and pry the tape off my fingers with my toes. Yeah right, as if that would work. I could barely reach the rope around my ankles for more than a second. There was no way I would be able to reach my toes long enough to pry off the tape.

What other options did I have? I was pretty sure Chris had taken the scissors with him. Another sharp object. Did I have something like that? What about the ruler on my desk? Would that work? After all, the edge was a bit sharp. Argh, but I was blindfolded. That, combined with my tied legs, would make it hard to find. So the blindfold would have to be removed first.

I rubbed the front of my head against my bedsheets until the scarf loosened a bit. Okay, I could see again. As expected, the scissors were gone. I hopped towards my desk. The ruler was there. I grabbed it and returned to my bed.

Oh come on. Because of my taped fingers, I lost my grip on the ruler while jumping around. It fell on the floor. Leaning against a wall, I bend my knees and carefully got on the floor as well. I wormed my way towards the ruler. On my way there, I threw a quick glance at the clock. It was already nine o'clock. It had already been a full hour since my brother busted me. He might be back any minute now.

Speak of the devil. As if I had called him, Chris returned. He looked surprised. Well, I had broken out of the hogtie and was lying on the floor with my blindfold hanging around my neck. No wonder he was surprised. He picked me up and put me back on my bed.

“All right Karen, I have a deal for you...”

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A question out of curiosity to the readers. Which point of view do you like the most, the captor's (Chris) or the captive's (Karen)? Personally, I like to write both because I like to know what goes through everyone's head, but writing from the captive's POV seems to be easier for me somehow. Maybe it's because the captor just has to think a lot more about how he's going to tie up the captive or something.
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Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Gunnychicken » Mon Dec 17, 2012 9:04 am

Do both. I like it this way. adds more depth to the story c:

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Rob66 » Tue Dec 18, 2012 2:23 am

Great story. Very descriptive. Really enjoying it and looking forward to reading more! Thanks!

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby NemesisPrime » Tue Dec 18, 2012 4:43 am

Very nice! I hope the brother gets tied up!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby cloud » Tue Dec 18, 2012 9:45 am

Good story, hope you have a lot more of it planed coming soon.

As for what POV I liked more, had to be the captives POV, but I did enjoy both sides a lot. keep with both if you want, will help to make it a better story as every little detail can be included easily.
Oh, a TUG! Do I have to play alone?
First Fictional Story (chapters 0-18): Moved Closer by Bondage

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Zaphod » Thu Dec 20, 2012 8:08 am

If I had to choose only one perspective, I'd probably go with hers, but I like the way you've done it so far where we see it from the outside point of view (his) first, and then see the inside point of view (hers) next. His view lets you see more of what's really happening, and her view lets you see what it feels like to be the captive as it's happening.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby WishPaladin » Fri Dec 21, 2012 6:06 am

@Gunnychicken, boundfan46: Yeah, I'll continue both, since I enjoy writing both sides. ^_^

@Rob66: Thanks.

@NemesisPrime: Well, who knows. It might happen if Karen finds a chance to escape. Funny thing is, when I write, I actually see the characters in my mind. Even though I plan most of the story, unexpected things can always happen when a character finds a chance to do something that wasn't planned beforehand. :P

@cloud: Yup, I still have some more parts planned. They're alone for the whole weekend after all. I don't know how soon each part will come though, since it depends on the amount of free time I have.

@Zaphod: Personally, I also like to show the brother's POV first so the reader wonders what the sister is really thinking. At the same time, it's also an exercise for me to write from different points of view. :)

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<Brother's POV>


I couldn't concentrate on my homework. Instead, my thoughts were more focused on Karen lying helplessly tied up in the other room. She was probably struggling like crazy, afraid of what I would do with the picture. Or maybe she had given up and she was just lying exhausted on the bed. I finished my homework in a hurry.

Nine o'clock. It was about time to go and check on my cute captive. I already knew how I was going to handle things. However, when I entered the room, I was in for a surprise. Karen was still tied up, but not as well as before. She had somehow broken out of her hogtie. She was lying on the floor with her blindfold hanging around her neck. I could only imagine how much she had struggled. It would definitely have been very hot to see.

Okay, it was time to carry out my plan. I picked up my stepsister and put her back on the bed.

“All right Karen, I have a deal for you...” I fished my phone out of my pocket and showed her the picture from earlier. Her eyes widened at seeing herself blindfolded and gagged with arms and legs tied in a hogtie. She shouted something and tried to kick me. I pushed her on the bed and sat on top of her. She couldn't budge an inch.

“Look, I'm not cruel enough to show that to everyone. As long as you behave, that is. If you're a good girl, I promise I will delete the picture when our parents get back the day after tomorrow. Are you okay with that?” I took the gag out of her mouth so she could answer properly.

She nodded. “All right, it's a deal. Hey Chris, answer me honestly, are you into bondage as well?”

“Kinda,” I admitted. “I like seeing girls tied up, but I only know it from movies, comics and the internet. I was really surprised to find you here like that.”

She grinned. “So, what are you gonna do with me? I'm all yours now. Oh, but first of all, I'd like to take a pee.”

“Okay. Just don't try to run away, or I'll have to show this picture to your friends.” I slowly started untying her. The ropes on her legs had left some light marks on her skin. I thought it looked sexy. She had some on her upper arms as well.

“I promise I'll be a good girl,” she said with a sweet voice when she left the room. I believed her, thinking she wouldn't try anything as long as I had that picture.

While I was waiting for Karen to come back, I wondered if she had more stuff hidden in her closet. She wouldn't appreciate it if I rummaged through her stuff, but curiosity got the better of me. And oh boy was I surprised. I found at least five rolls of duct tape, several pieces of rope of varying lengths, a pair of handcuffs, a red ball gag, and even a pair of nipple clamps.

My stepsister's face flushed red when she saw all her things spread out over the floor. Then, in an instant, she suddenly jumped on top of me.

We wrestled, rolling over the floor. At one point, she had my arms caught behind my back, but I managed to throw her off. It was a wild struggle. Fortunately, in the end I was just a little bit faster and stronger. I ended up pinning her on the floor with her hands stuck above her head in handcuffs.

“Okay, you won. I give up.” Karen ceased her resistance.

“I thought you told me you'd be a good girl?”

“That was obviously a lie to catch you off guard. I can't believe you fell for that.” Well, normally I wouldn't have believed her, but I had that picture...

“Aren't you afraid that I'd send the picture to everyone?”

“That was just a bluff of yours.” So she had seen through it... “Besides, you'd rather just keep that picture for yourself, right?” Crap, she had even seen through that as well. “Don't worry, I'll let you keep it. Let's pretend you're a burglar and I'm your hostage. But I'm quite strong, so if you don't tie me up really well, the burglar will end up being the captive. Oh, and as a bonus, I'll pretend you knocked me unconscious, so you don't have to worry about me fighting back, at first...”

I nodded. That sounded like an awesome deal. I'd have Karen completely at my mercy. Well, at least as long as I could keep her captured. She pretended to faint. All right, I had to be creative now.

I didn't really trust whether Karen would really stay pretend-unconscious. To minimize her chances of fighting back, I kept her hands in the cuffs for now. Instead, I would focus on her bare legs first. I had lots of rope and duct tape, and I planned to use as much as I could.

First her ankles. I didn't have as much experience with ropes up as her, but I knew enough about it from the internet. I could finally put all that information I had gathered to some good use. A few horizontal coils, and then fasten it with a few vertical ones. Yup, it felt just as tight as when she had done it herself. I resisted the urge of tickling her feet already. I wanted her to stay still for a little while longer.

Next up were her thighs. They were practically bare as well. I tied them in the same way as her ankles. With an extra piece of rope, I connected the bonds around her thighs to the ones around her ankles, bending her legs so her feet were almost touching her butt. Then I wound a whole lot of tape around her legs to make sure that it would be completely impossible for her to stretch her legs. Now, if I released her handcuffs and she woke up, she would be unable to kick me or run away.

My fears had been ungrounded. She remained motionless even though I freed her hands. I had to admit she was a good actor. If she hadn't announced that she was going to pretend being unconscious, I would have thought she had fainted for real.

I made Karen sit upright and tied her wrists crossed in front of her with her arms folded around her legs. Then I pulled her hands forward until her fingers were touching her feet. Finally, I secured the bonds around her wrists to the ones around her ankles with a short rope. She was now tied in a fetal position. Even though I was pretty sure that it would already be impossible to escape for her, I tied her arms to her legs just above and below her kneecaps. Was it overkill? Probably. Was it worth it? Definitely. I couldn't wait to see her struggle against all those ropes. Just one more thing. I picked up the red ball gag and opened her mouth.

“You can wake up now, my dear prisoner.”

Karen groaned, as if waking up with a headache.

“I'm going downstairs now. You'd better not try to escape while I'm away.”

She looked back at me with a defiant look, as if she was trying to say that she would long be gone by the time I would be back and that it had been a mistake to tie her hands in front of her without taping together her fingers or blindfolding her. That was exactly my point, though. I wanted her to think that she had a chance to get free. Anyway, I had planned to torture her a bit after she had tried to escape, but when she looked at me like that, I just couldn't resist it. She was so begging for it, wasn't she?

“Okay, looks like I need to remind you who's in charge here. Prepare yourself.”

She struggled a bit, falling over on her side. She knew what was coming. That's right. Tickle torture!

Karen screamed in her gag while I fervently moved my fingers over the sole of her feet. Despite her resistance, the ropes held her firmly in place. There was no way to avoid my hands. She didn't have any other choice but to endure my merciless assault. I then proceeded to stroke her delicious legs and even squeezed her thighs. She 'mmph'ed in the gag. Maybe I had overstepped my boundaries there for a moment. But she looked so cute and sexy all tied up. I swallowed up my manly desires and proceeded to just tickle her sides. She was almost dying in laughter.

Eventually, I stopped. She was panting heavily in her gag again, completely exhausted.

“I hope you'll be a good girl now.” This time, she was too tired to give me her defiant look. “I'll leave this here to keep an eye on you.” I put my mobile phone on her desk with a good view and made sure it was recording. Then I left the room, secretly hoping that she would struggle a lot.

After all, the more she misbehaved, the more reason I would have to punish her...

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Looks like Chris is having some dirty thoughts~ I wonder what his sister would think if she knew. :P Karen's POV will be up next when I finish writing it.
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Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby sarumansauron » Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:50 pm

Great continuations! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby danusri » Wed Dec 26, 2012 4:29 am

great story. And changing the PoV is a stroke of genius. It adds an whole new dimension to the story.
Again great effort.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby randomentity » Thu Dec 27, 2012 7:43 pm

Really enjoying this! Keep up the great work!

Like others, I really love your idea of writing both points of view! As danusri said, it adds a whole new dimension! :)

As I know you like ideas and thoughts of what might happen next, hmm,.. my personal preferences lead me to thoughts of Chris having a LOT of fun with Karen for the whole time the folks are gone :P With Karen being taught the benefits of submission and the repercussions of disobedience ;) While enjoying the whole process herself, of course!! :D

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby boundboy » Sun Dec 30, 2012 3:56 pm

great story can't wait to read more
This boy is ready to be bound with rope and gags

-boundboy

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Kuro.Lolita » Tue Jan 22, 2013 7:32 pm

I loved your idea of both pov, it's really interesting. I'm hoping to see more... intimate things hohoho <3
There are no facts, only interpretations.

-Nietzsche

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Sacrificiallove » Sat Jan 26, 2013 3:46 pm

I liked this, but I am hoping to see Karent get her revenge.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby WishPaladin » Fri May 16, 2014 11:58 pm

@ all the comments I got since my last post: thanks for the feedback. Seeing these comments is probably part of the reason why I've decided that it would be a waste not to continue this story. :)

It's been a very long time since my last post, so I don't know if anyone was still waiting for this, or expecting this. Anyway, after an extremely long wait, here's the next part of the story.

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<Sister's POV>


“All right Karen, I have a deal for you...” Chris put his hand in his pocket and took out his phone.

Oh crap. It was the picture he had taken before. I saw myself lying on my bed in my pajama-shirt and shorts. My ankles and thighs were neatly tied, just like my wrists and shoulders. Besides that, I was gagged and blindfolded. I knew my cheeks were turning a bit red. He wouldn't dare to show that picture of me in a hogtie to everyone, would he?

“Delete it!” I commanded, trying to make myself clear through the gag. He had a devilish expression on his face. I wanted to kick the phone out of his hand, but he was too fast. Before I knew it, he pushed me on the bed and sat on top of me. My hands and feet were still tied. I couldn't get him off me. My heart was beating fast. But was it from fear or... excitement?

“Look, I'm not cruel enough to show that to everyone. As long as you behave, that is. If you're a good girl, I promise I will delete the picture when our parents get back the day after tomorrow. Are you okay with that?”

Chris took the gag out of my mouth so I could answer. I looked him in the face. He was usually shy. This was a side of him I had never seen. To my surprise, I kinda liked this. Although I only knew him for a year, I was pretty sure he wouldn't try anything too daring without my consent. Guess I could trust him. Maybe this weekend would become super awesome. I just had to confirm something first.

“All right, it's a deal. Hey Chris, answer me honestly, are you into bondage as well?”

“Kinda,” he admitted. “I like seeing girls tied up, but I only know it from movies, comics and the internet. I was really surprised to find you here like that.”

I bet you were, I thought. I wondered if he was having some perverted thoughts while sitting on top of me. He might be more than willing to tie me up again, but I wouldn't make it so easy for him. If he was expecting me to be an easy captive, he was wrong. If he wasn't careful, he would get tied up instead. That picture wouldn't be enough to blackmail me. Now that I knew that he was into bondage as well, I could use it against him. If he showed it to my friends or to our parents, I'd say that it was him who had tied me up – which was partly true. He would have trouble denying it since he was way too honest for his own good. He knew that as well, so I was pretty sure he wasn't really planning to show that picture to everyone.

I grinned. “So, what are you gonna do with me? I'm all yours now.” Yeah, I was all his right now. If I wanted to stand a chance for some payback, I'd have to get out of these bonds. I'd teach him, trying to blackmail me... “Oh, but first of all, I'd like to take a pee.”

“Okay. Just don't try to run away, or I'll have to show this picture to your friends.” Yeah right.

“I promise I'll be a good girl.”

Okay, so far so good. While I went to the toilet, I thought of a plan. Both of us were about equally strong. If I wanted to capture him, I'd need the element of surprise. The easiest way to catch him would be with the handcuffs in my closet. But it would be too suspicious if I said I had to take something out of my closet first before I let him tie me up again. Oh yes, he was definitely planning to tie me up again the second I entered my room. Well, actually I didn't really mind not getting back at him... But I didn't want him to get the idea that I was an easy captive, so I had to put up some resistance. Although I really wanted him to tie me up and treat me a bit rough, as if I was kidnapped or something.

Ah Karen, what are you thinking. My mind was a mess at the moment. I had to put everything in order. So, did I want him to tie me up or the other way around? Deep down, I knew I wanted to be the one who was tied up. I definitely was more into being a captive instead of the captor. On the other hand, I was also a bit curious how it would be if the tables were turned.

Hmm. I had an idea. I would rush into the room, and try to jump him. If I managed to capture him, I would take my revenge for him taking a picture without my consent and trying to blackmail me. If he won, I would pretend being his hostage. Of course, if he let his guard down, I would break free and catch him instead.

That sounded like a plan. Now I had to go back before he'd start wondering what was taking me so long. He was in for a surprise. Or so I'd thought. Instead, it was me who was surprised.

Oh. My. God. He had found almost everything. The duct tape, the ropes, the handcuffs, the ball gag, and even the nipple clamps! I had to take action immediately.

I pinned him against the floor with a wild jump, but not for long. He pushed me back and we started wrestling. I was winning at first. If only I'd had the handcuffs. Instead, I could only grab the rope. He broke free before I could tighten it. We wrestled some more.

Click.

I had lost. He had caught hold of the handcuffs and put them around my wrists. I ceased my struggles. By immobilizing my hands, he had won the match. I was now his.

“Okay, you won. I give up.”

“I thought you told me you'd be a good girl?”

“That was obviously a lie to catch you off guard. I can't believe you fell for that.” Well, actually I could believe it. He had probably thought that he had already won just by taking that picture.

“Aren't you afraid that I'd send the picture to everyone?” See, I was right.

“That was just a bluff of yours.” Judging from the look on his face, my guess had been right. I decided to tease him a bit. “Besides, you'd rather just keep that picture for yourself, right?” Again I guessed spot on. Really? Did he think I looked that good? Or was it just because I was tied up in it. Or maybe both? Well, I didn't really mind him having that picture, as long as he didn't show it to anyone else. “Don't worry, I'll let you keep it. Let's pretend you're a burglar and I'm your hostage. But I'm quite strong, so if you don't tie me up really well, the burglar will end up being the captive. Oh, and as a bonus, I'll pretend you knocked me unconscious, so you don't have to worry about me fighting back, at first...”

Yeah, at first. If he messed up, I was going to escape. You'd better be careful, Chris. I closed my eyes and pretended to faint. My heart was beating fast. Even though he was my stepbrother, we weren't related by blood. And now I had told him that he could do whatever he wanted. Well, I didn't think I'd mind as long as he wouldn't go too far. He wasn't exactly the man of my dreams, but he was quite okay. Actually, if he weren't as shy as he usually was, I might have fallen for him. Well, he wasn't being really shy right now, was he? Maybe that was why my heart was racing.

Chris was being really careful. He clearly didn't trust me being pretend-unconscious. He started by tying my legs around the ankles and around the thighs. He did a pretty good job. They felt snug and tight, without cutting off my blood flow. It was hard to believe that he didn't have any experience with this. He bent my legs and tied the bonds around my ankles and thighs together. I wondered what he was up to. A frogtie with my legs tied together, huh? Now, even if he'd release the handcuffs, my ways of fighting back were limited. I decided to remain unconscious since he was doing a good job.

He made me sit upright with my wrists crossed in front of me and with my arms folded around my knees. My fingers were almost touching my toes. He tied my hands together in that position and then tied them again to my ankles. With some more rope, he secured my arms to my legs as well, tying them together just above and below my kneecaps. Oh damn, I was getting slightly aroused by the prospect of trying to get out of this. It was completely different than tying myself. I felt like I was really at his mercy.

Now there was only one thing left for him to do. As if he'd read my mind, I felt Chris open my mouth. Yeah, that. The ball gag.

“You can wake up now, my dear prisoner.”

I groaned, feeling more excited than ever before, and opened my eyes. I was tied in a fetal position. The rope work looked really well done. I would have a tough time escaping that. Except there was one flaw. I might be able to reach the knots around my ankles and wrists.

“I'm going downstairs now. You'd better not try to escape while I'm away.”

Was Chris challenging me? I looked back at him with a defiant look. Challenge accepted. If he gave me enough time, I would break out and capture him instead. He'd better be ready for the consequences of his carelessness...

“Okay, looks like I need to remind you who's in charge here. Prepare yourself.”

Eek, he hadn't taken it well how I'd glared at him. He was going to tickle me again. He was definitely going to tickle me! I struggled against the ropes, but I only succeeded in rolling over on my side. Now, I actually had a love-hate relationship with tickling. On one hand I hated it because I was really ticklish, but on the other hand I loved how I was completely helpless, having no other choice but to endure it.

Oh crap, he started. I screamed. I laughed. I struggled. I squirmed. The ropes bit in my wrist as I was fiercely trying to escape. They didn't even budge an inch. I couldn't avoid his fingers in any way. The more I tried to fight, to more I realized it. Completely at the mercy of my captor. The more I realized it, the more I got excited. A moan escaped my mouth, but fortunately it was muffled by my gags. It was as if somebody had increased the temperature in the room by a few degrees. My whole face was probably glowing red.

The assault cooled down a bit. He had switched to stroking my legs. I didn't mind. It tickled too, but in a good-feeling way. I moaned again. I was enjoying it. And then he renewed his assault. He tickled my sides. I felt like I was going crazy. The tickling made my body tingle all over. I still fought against the ropes. Completely immobile. The sensation of being kept completely in place, combined with all this tickling... My body felt like it was going to explode.

And then he finally stopped, I was breathing heavily in my gag. I was tired, but I was very turned on by now. My reason for wanting to break free was different from before. I didn't want to capture Chris. I just wanted to get that damn vibrator out of the closet and satisfy myself. That struggle just now combined with my earlier ordeal had been way too intense. Heck, I wouldn't even mind right now if Chris found the vibrator and used it on me.

“I hope you'll be a good girl now. I'll leave this here to keep an eye on you.” I saw him put his mobile phone on my desk. Oh, so he wanted to film me? Well, he wouldn't be disappointed. I had no intention of holding back. I didn't care about the camera. I just wanted... you know.

He closed the door. All right, time to break out!

I had thought it would be easy to break out of these bonds now that I could focus my thoughts a bit more. During the earlier frantic struggle, that had been impossible, but now when I could use my wits, it would be a piece of cake. Oh, I had been so wrong. I could barely move my legs. My arms were no good either since they were tied to my knees. Using my mouth to lean forward and try to use my teeth to loosen some knots was impossible as well because of the ball gag. I could only move my fingers a bit. Chris had made sure to keep the knots out of their reach though. However, I wasn't going to give up so easily.

I imagined myself kidnapped by a kidnapper. I had to get away or who knew what he might do to me next. The ropes around my wrists weren't too tight. Maybe, if I struggled enough, I might be able to pull them loose. I kept fighting against my bonds. The minutes crept past. My captor didn't return yet. No sound on the stairs either. It was already half past ten. Whoa, I had tied myself up at half past seven, so basically I had been tied up for three hours already. That was like double the time of my usual relatively short self-bondage sessions. Three hours, huh? I didn't want it to end yet after this. I wouldn't mind having Chris tie me up like this until our parents got back. No, no, no. I shook my head. Karen, you should at least put up some minimal resistance. You're not just going to let your captor have his way with you, right? With that thought in mind, I focused again on escaping.

Was it my imagination, or was I really getting a bit of slack on the rope? Just a little more. Just a little more and I would be out. A little more. I grinned. Okay, I mean I grinned mentally. With a ball gag still in my mouth, no one would be able to see that grin. Anyway, the rope was definitely getting looser. Chris had been sloppy, not checking the tightness of the bonds after my desperate fight before. And then I finally succeeded. I pulled one hand out of the coils around my wrists. And then the other one. Victory! I was already one step closer to freedom. It wouldn't take me much longer to untie the rest.

It only took me a few minutes to realize the hollowness of my victory. Oh, I had gotten my wrists free all right. But there was still the rope tying together my ankles. The knots on that rope were sitting behind my heels, completely out of reach of my fingers. And I was still tied with my legs folded together. What about my arms that I thought I had gotten free? That had been a complete mistake on my part. They were still firmly attached to my legs above and below the kneecaps. So basically, I was still stuck the same way as I was before, except with a little bit more freedom around my wrists. After half an hour of struggling, I had only gotten this far. At this rate, I was never going to get to that vibrator.

I stopped fighting against my bonds, except for the occasional pull to test if they had magically gotten a bit looser. Like this, I had no choice but to wait for my captor to come back. I hated to admit it, but Chris had done an excellent job. And he had captured my whole useless struggle on camera. My face flushed red at the thought that shot through my head. I wanted him to send me a copy of that film to relieve these moments again and again. No, better, I simply wanted him to tie me up like this a lot more in the future.

The whole thing had exhausted me so much that I was slowly drifting to sleep despite my uncomfortable position. I wondered what Chris would do if he found me completely defenseless when he returned. Not that I wasn't already defenseless right now with all these ropes of course...

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The story isn't over yet until I write 'The end'. Let's just hope that it doesn't take me a year until I post the next part.
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Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby DoYouWantATaco » Sat May 31, 2014 9:42 am

Pleas keep going

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Zaphod » Sat Jun 07, 2014 9:42 am

I'm so glad you came back to this story. I want to see what happens next when Chris comes back. Somehow I don't think it'll be to let Karen go, and it sounds like she wouldn't want to be released yet anyway.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby homeslice » Mon Aug 11, 2014 7:30 pm

please please please continue this story, even though it got put in the archive. its great so far and i love how the viewpoints switch.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby leonbelmont » Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:33 am

This story is amazing :) Would love to see more of it

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Kuro.Lolita » Fri Feb 12, 2016 1:35 am

Omg please continue this!! The story is awesome!

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby Shanyalovestape » Wed Jul 27, 2016 5:25 am

More more! :D

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby MisterBones » Wed Jul 27, 2016 5:13 pm

OP will surely deliver!


Right...?

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby WishPaladin » Thu Jul 28, 2016 11:08 am

@all previous comments: Wow, people are still waiting for me to continue this? Really, thank you very much for your patience! :o

Actually, I still had one more almost-finished part on my computer, apparently. Since people are waiting so patiently, I decided to finish that part and post it. Not much happens though, since it's mostly closure of the first day. So here it is:

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[i]<Brother's POV>[/i]

It was already a quarter past eleven when I went to check on Karen. I wondered if she had gotten free. Or maybe she had given up and she was just lying helpless on her bed. My second thought was more or less right. When I entered my stepsister's room, I found her almost in the same way as I had left her. There were two differences. First, she had freed her wrists. And second, she was fast asleep, probably because she had been exhausted after her fierce struggles.

My smartphone was still recording. Curious, I picked it up to fast-forward through the recording of the last hour. I grinned. After a fierce struggle, Karen had only freed her wrists. Afterward, she had clearly realized how futile her attempts were to break free. I had done quite a good job. And things were only going to get better. After all, I had spent the last hour looking for inspiration on the internet. I found a lot, and also something else. Tomorrow, we would be going for a little trip...

However, the question was if Karen would let me see through with my plans. She definitely enjoyed being tied up, but I wondered if she would still play along tomorrow. Moreover, if I would untie her right now, she might decide to ambush me while I'm asleep. Preferably, I'd like to keep her captured, but a balltie like she was in right now couldn't be very comfortable to sleep in.

After some contemplation, I made up my mind. First, I removed Karen's ball gag.

“Ungh, is it already morning?” She gave me a confused look.

“You can stay asleep if you want. This won't take long.”

“What won't take- Oh right.” She finally seemed to realize that she was still my captive.

I had to be quick while she was still sleepy. I untied her arms before immediately wrapping her fingers and wrists in duct tape. Next, I untied all ropes around her legs, except for her ankles. Instead, I loosened the bindings a bit so she had some leeway to move her feet. To prevent her feet to slip through the coils, I wound the ends of the rope a few extra times around the bonds. Basically, each coil was just as tight as before, but there was more space between the two coils. It wasn't enough to just let her walk around if she stood up, but it was just enough to be a little more comfortable.

“No mercy for your captive at all, huh?”

“Well, it wouldn't do me any good to let you catch me off guard, right?”

“That's right. So... are you planning to keep me captive until our parents come back?”

Really, did she just ask that out of the blue? I nodded. “If you don't mind, that is.”

“Heh, is the merciless captor asking for an opinion of his captive?” Her expression changed from a grin to a more serious look. “To be honest, I really don't mind, so you don't need to hold back.”

“Really?” I tried not to sound too eager. Maybe she would even agree with my plans for tomorrow.

“Yes, I'm being serious here. Well...” Her face turned slightly red. “...if you do something I really don't like, I'll just scream really loud three times in a row in my gag. So something like 'Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!' will be like our safeword or something. And when I'm not gagged, that can also be the safeword, although it might sound a bit strange.”

“Okay.” I nodded again. “You should sleep now, since tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

"I'm already looking forward to it." Grinning, she closed her eyes.

"Me too," I whispered, closing the door behind me.

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Since this story got put into the archives, I might just create a new topic when I eventually continue this story (which I still plan to do, hopefully with less than a 2-year wait this time).

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby MisterBones » Thu Jul 28, 2016 11:48 am

OP delivered, there's hope for this world.

Re: Stepsister and stepbrother home alone (f/self, m/f)

Postby scaevus » Fri Aug 05, 2016 3:05 am

Great story can't wait for more