EVIL BIG SISTER
I have tried to make this story flow a little better than last time. However that means it is now only based on a true story. Dialogue and some continuity comments are made up from best memories.
Since my first post I’ve had some advice on how to make this story read better. So, although the basic story really happened, the speech and details have been added to make it read better. The problem is it isn’t entirely true as I can’t remember exactly who said what or exactly what order things happened in 1985.
I was a teenager (13) and starting a new year at school while my little brother was starting a new school. Stevie (or barefoot boy as he calls himself here) is nearly 2 years younger than me and had started secondary school that year.
Well after years of friends’ parents and babysitters etc after school I was told I was a big girl now and could look after Stevie when we came home. Thanks mum … Stevie was also told he was old enough to be trusted to be looked after by his big sister and to do what she said. Seriously if we did have problems at home alone it was about 20 min walk, 5 min bus ride (if you got the right time) or 10 min by bike to where mum worked, so we were not entirely cut off. We also had neighbours who were nominally in charge of us and who we could call on and who had offered to “make sure we were OK†even if they did not want us under their feet as unpaid babysitters. It just meant form end of school to mum coming home no one sat in the house with us. I’m sure that would not be allowed today but it is nearly 20 years ago.
Well we had been at school for a few weeks in the autumn term when I decided it was time to show Stevie I was boss until mum came home. He hadn’t actually done anything wrong, well not too bad, but I thought it would be fun. We had played tie up games before so why stop just because I was a teenager and he was at “big schoolâ€.
It was the day he had sports so had come home in his football kit (with his shoes instead of boots) rather than his normal uniform. I was in my school uniform, nothing too sexy: white shirt with tie, navy blue skirt, knee-length socks and black shoes. Of course shoes were off as soon as we got through the door. He was in red top, black shorts and red football socks. As he slumped in front of the TV I went to my room to get some rope out of the “Toy bagâ€. I came back in and said: “Fancy playing a game?â€
“What sort of game?â€
“Well,†I looked at the television and it was a Tarzan cartoon on. “I’m the evil jungle queen and you’re Tarzan. I have you as my prisoner.†Yes it is lame for a 13 year-old girl but the idea was to tie him up of course so who cared about a story.
He instantly realised what I had in mind and put his hands behind his back calling out “Sure thing!â€
I tied his hands behind his back, tying the rope round both wrists, hands back to back and cinchingbetween. Then I took a longer piece of rope, wrapped it round his upper body cinched between arms and chest. “Lie down.†I ordered, and to his surprise I tied his legs just below the knees.
“Why don’t you tie my feet?†he asked.
“Because I need your socks first.†I replied tauntingly.
I didn’t really want to touch his sweaty football socks but it was part of my plan so I quickly took them off him before tying his ankles together and giving his soles a quick tickle. I then bent his knees and tied his ankles to his wrists.
“Feeling OK?†I said mockingly.
“Sure.†He replied.
I mocked and teased him a little bit more making him realise that his bare feet were at my mercy. “Anyway you complain too much.†I said. And with that I tied one sock around his head going into his mouth and the other over his mouth as a double sock gag. I gave his feet another little tickle and went to wash my hands after his sweaty feet and socks.
I sat on the sofa with a glass of squash and continued watching TV, teasing and tormenting him by putting my sweaty socks in his face or poking him in the side with my toes. I made some comments about the original game plan, like I was the jungle queen and he’d worship me and kiss my feet. Just then the doorbell rang. I jumped up and went to answer.
It was Dawn, one of the girls form down the road. Her older sister, Julie, was my best friend at school, although she was a few months younger and so the year behind me. Although Dawn and Steven were a bit too young for hormones to guide their thinking, I am sure they had a bit of a crush on each other back then and had since the final year of primary school..
“Is Steven in?†she asked. Now Julie and Dawn had been involved in our tie up games before, Cowboys and Indians, Cops and Robbers, Famous Five and Spies etc so I didn’t think it would be too surprising, in fact quite a lot of fun, for her to see Steven now. So I invited her in.
“Through here.†I said taking her into the lounge. When she saw Steven she looked in surprise for about 2 seconds before bursting out laughing.
“Has Steven been a naughty boy?†she teased bending down tot tickle his bare feet. He wriggled and moaned through his gag but was unable to do anything about the torment his feet were receiving. I joined her and between us we tickled him for about 5 minutes non-stop, on his feet, sides and tummy.
“OK Dawn. You look to have the idea. I’ll leave you in charge whilst I go and change.†I left the two of them watching television and engaging in intermittent tickle torture whilst I went off to get changed. I returned in Jeans and T-shirt. I was barefoot but I brought my school knee-socks back with me, just in case they proved useful.
Dawn was having a whale of a time tickling Steven. He was on his side screaming into his gag, looking a bit red and tears were welling in his face. Dawn didn’t notice my return so that is when I pounced. I was holding one of my sweaty socks over my hand like a chloroform rag in a 50s detective story, and I pressed it over Dawn’s nose and mouth.
“Bleeaaacchh.†Dawn cried.
“It’s chloroform and you’re my next victim.†I said
“Blleeeaacchhh. Your feet are foul.â€
“Well stop struggling and I’ll take it away.â€
Dawn gave up struggling and I took the sock away from her face then told her to put her hands behind her, under threat of more sweaty sock. She obliged and I took my sock and wound it round her wrists, cinching again. Not as flexible as rope but whereas rope marks on Steve were ok, sort of. I did not want to injure Dawn. She was still fairly secure after all.
“Are your feet ticklish?†I asked in the same mocking voice I had used to Steve earlier, knowing full well from the past 2 or 3 years that they were.
“Noooooooo.†She said.
“I don’t believe yoooooou.†I taunted as I grabbed her legs and pulled her socks off. I tied one of her own socks around her ankles and cinched it in between, then I took my remaining school sock and fashioned a gag from it. Her remaining sock I tied over her eyes blindfolding her. She was not tied as securely as Steven but she could not see so I had the element of surprise tickling her feet and giving Steve the entertainment of seeing his tormentor now tied up and tortured.
All interest n the television now lost, I continued tickling feet most of the time and gave them one of my feet to smell each. I even tweaked their noses between my big and second toes once or twice.
I untied them both, and gave them their socks back then heard them both run upstairs to Steven’s room. Mum would be home soon, so I cleared the results of the “game†away and took them to my room. I also knew with the time that Dawn would have to leave soon and there would be no chance for them to get revenge on me today. So I sat down and started my homework until mum came home and got teas ready.
Do you think I am an evil big sister?