School is out for the summer break. Students are returning home to stay with mom and dad where the rent is cheap. Boring summer jobs for poor pay and weekend parties will be the routine for a few months. Shanya was just one of thousands of university students who fell into this category. Her step-sister Denise wasn’t.
Denise was a few years younger and much luckier. As soon as school was out she started a good job that paid decent wages. Even though her two roommates were gone home she was able to afford the rent to keep her apartment which meant she didn’t have to go home.
Shanya was lonely and jealous. Lonely because she had expected to spend the break with Denise and now she was by herself. Jealous because Denise had her own place and was living her own life.
When their parents married four years ago Shanya was 18 and Denise was 16. The two girls were sisters and also best friends who loved each other but they could be rivals at the same time. Shanya was prettier but Denise had better success with the boys. Shanya was smarter but Denise was a better athlete. Shanya was popular in school while Denise had many friends outside of school. Their differences were balanced except in one way.
Shanya always seemed to be the favorite of both parents. It was expected that she would be her mom’s favorite but her step-father also seemed to get along better with her than with his own daughter. He and Denise had differing opinions on many things and it made their relationship tense at times.
Denise never openly showed any resentment towards Shanya but there was often a hint of envy in her attitude.
Right now Shanya was the one feeling envious. Denise had the freedom to come and go as she pleased while Shanya was trying to cope with sharing her life with parents who just didn’t understand the independence she had given up when she came home. Then a simple text seemed to be the solution.
Shanya and her step-sister called each other daily and Shanya had been complaining to Denise about all of the “old peoples” rules that she had to follow. After one lengthy message detailing several seemly unfair restrictions the reply from Denise was short and perfect.
COME SPEND THE WEEKENDS WITH ME
Shanya loved the idea. She could catch a bus right from work on Fridays and straight back to work Monday morning. That would be 72 hours of no mom or dad hassles.
***
The first weekend started Friday evening with the sisters going for supper and then drinks at a club. There was music and dancing and beautiful people and it was fun. A tense moment arose when it turned out that Shanya and Denise were both flirting with the same person, a pretty Indian girl named Raina.
It looked like the old rivalry was going to spark up again but it was Raina who suggested that there was enough of her to go around and the threesome found themselves back at Denise’s apartment sharing a bed. As sisters who had long ago learned to share they made sure that Raina got equal attention from both of them.
In the early hours of morning it was time for Raina to leave. Denise who was the drunkest of the three stayed in bed while Shanya said she would walk Raina to the door. Denise fell asleep and didn’t wake up until almost noon.
The sun had finally shifted to a position that let it shine through the window onto Denise. She blinked as she woke up and then crawled out of bed. She wanted to move very slowly but her body said to get moving and she raced on wobbly legs to the washroom. After having a long pee she went to find Shanya.
***
A mess of long dark hair stuck out from under the blankets on the pull out couch where Shanya slept. The covers were over Shanya’s face and when Denise pulled them back she was surprised to find that Raina had stayed a little longer.
Shanya was naked and her hands were tied behind her with her belt. Her ankles were tied with her nylons and she was gagged with her bra and panties. On Shanya’s breasts were smudges of Raina’s pink lipstick. Denise looked at Shanya and knew one thing hadn’t changed, her sister was still the better looking one.
Denise gently picked at the knots and untied her. She pulled the bra from between Shanya’s lips but when she went to remove the panties from her mouth Shanya clenched her teeth. “Oh well” she thought “they will just have to stay there” as she went to make herself some breakfast.
Shanya woke to the smell of Nasi Lemak cooking. The delicious aroma of the knotted screwpine leaves and the sambal sauce filled the apartment. She sat up and tried to call out to Denise before realizing that she was still gagged. She pulled out the panties and tossed them onto the pile of neatly folded clothes that Denise had left beside her.
‘I hope you’re making enough for me too’ she called out ‘I’m starving.’
‘Just get your skinny ass in here’ Denise shouted back ‘or I’ll eat it all myself.’
Shanya swung her legs slowly to the floor, her head was still a bit fuzzy on the inside from too much drinking. Once her feet touched the cool floor it was a race to the toilet. She had a long pee and then followed the wonderful fragrance of food to the kitchen.
A full bowl and a spoon were ready for her and the food looked good. As she sat down she realized she was still naked when her bum touched the cold chair. ‘Sorry’ she apologized ‘I’m so hung over I forgot to get dressed.’
‘Don’t worry’ said Denise ‘it’s not a formal meal, breakfast here is come as you are.’
Denise herself was only wearing skimpy pink panties and a bra so she was not really conforming to any sort of dress code herself. She watched Shanya as the hungry girl took her first bite.
‘Mmmmm, this is heaven’ mumbled Shanya with a full mouth. Denise smiled at the compliment. She also smiled at the drop of sambal that had fallen from the spoon and was now slowly dribbling down the hollow between Shanya's gorgeous breasts. Of all the things that Denise had been jealous of over the years Shanya's amazing breasts were probably at the top of the list.
After a brief fantasy about embracing her sister and licking off the lucky droplet she passed Shanya a napkin and pointed out the errant food. Shanya scooped another spoonful into her mouth before wiping it away. The rich creamy rice cooked in coconut milk didn’t last long and after cleaning up the last traces of the fried anchovies, sliced cucumber and hard-boiled egg Shanya licked her lips.
‘I made you another’ said Denise ‘I don’t know how you can eat so much and not get fat, I hate you.’ She knew her sister’s appetite well and served up the second one. It didn’t last much longer than the first.
‘I’ll clean up the breakfast dishes’ offered Shanya ‘you can shower first.’ As Denise left the kitchen she looked back and Shanya was bent over the table wiping it clean with a dish cloth. The big boobs were swinging back and forth with the wiping motion and Shanya’s firm little bum was wiggling from side to side.
‘Why do you bother with university?’ Denise teased ‘When you have such a promising future as a maid.’ Shanya turned to Denise and her boobs jiggled as she laughed at the joke. ‘I guess all I need now is a proper uniform. Or do you think I stand a better chance of getting hired naked?’
Denise ignored the question, the answer was obvious. She got into the steamy shower and masturbated imagining that Shanya was cleaning her body the way she had cleaned the table.
***
Since breakfast had actually been lunch the two had to plan supper. When they decided what they wanted Denise informed Shanya that she had none of the ingredients and they would have to go shopping. They had agreed on what they wanted for dessert and made a quick phone call but Raina’s phone wasn’t on.
‘How disappointing!’ complained Denise ‘I was looking forward to a second helping.’
‘So true’ said Shanya ‘Raina was a dish I could eat every day.’
‘From the look of you this morning’ said Denise ‘you had seconds last night.’
‘Hey, you know I always share with my little sister’ said Shanya ‘I wanted to get you to join us but I was a little tied up at the time.’
Both of them laughed at the bad joke and then went out to grocery shop.
***
The shopping trip took most of the afternoon. It had started out to be a grocery run but it turned into a clothes expedition as they went to a dozen stores trying on tight jeans, tighter tops and sexy shoes. They didn’t buy a thing but they had a great time teasingly telling each other how awful they looked and occasionally they told the truth and complimented each other.
In the last of the boutiques Denise emerged from the change room with a pair of snug black denim capris, a short red spaghetti strap tank top and three inch stiletto heeled red pumps. Between the top and the jeans was 10 centimeters of firm flat tummy and just a hint of her black panties peeking over the waistband. Her black bra straps slumped over her shoulders and a slight peek of her lacy bra cups was exhibited in the deeply scooped front of the top.
‘Wow, you look incredible’ said Shanya ‘you have to buy that outfit.’
‘It will have to wait until my next payday’ said Denise disappointed ‘I’m too broke right now.’
‘I’d lend you the money’ offered Shanya ‘but my job sucks and I’m broke too.’
They decided not to torture themselves with any more clothes shopping and headed for the grocery store.
‘Take the list and get what we need’ said Denise ‘and since we can’t have Raina get what we need to make ABC’s for dessert. I have to go to the next shop to get some cleaning supplies and I’ll meet you back here.’
They split up and Shanya wheeled the cart up and down the aisles. When she came around the one corner she was in the housewares aisle where there was virtually every cleaning product you could imagine. “Denise said she was broke” thought Shanya “she must know a place with better prices.”
***
On the bus home Shanya kept thinking about how good Denise had looked in that outfit. It wasn’t the first time she had found her step-sister attractive but she wasn’t sure how appropriate it would be to act on those feelings. She had felt that way for years but Shanya knew that no matter how well they seemed to get along there had always been a hint of unease between them.
She had no idea that Denise felt the same way about her.
***
The girls had long ago reached an agreement on who did what when it came to housework based on their strengths and weaknesses. Basically it amounted to Denise making messes and Shanya cleaning them up which meant that Denise would be cooking supper and Shanya doing the dishes afterwards.
Denise had planned ahead and marinated the chicken chunks overnight and now she was in the kitchen preparing sate kajang and pressed rice while Shanya was online checking the clubs to find somewhere to go in the evening. The smell of the peanut sauce filled the air and Shanya called out ‘How much longer, I’m hungry?’
‘The sate is grilling’ Denise shouted back ‘I just have to slice the onions and cucumbers so it will be ready in about ten minutes.’
Shanya ignored her growling stomach and turned her attention back to the computer. In the early hours of the morning Raina had mentioned a local bondage club while she was having some fun with a bound and gagged Shanya. Shanya was a little preoccupied at the time with the lips and hands that were exploring her body and now she couldn’t remember the name of the club.
Several searches turned up no results, clubs like that don’t advertise and exist on word of mouth to attract clientele. Shanya was about to text Raina again when Denise began placing plates on the table. Shanya put down her phone and dashed to the table.
Denise’s talent for cooking was obvious as the plates looked as good as they smelled and Shanya knew that it would taste good too. In addition to half a dozen skewers of grilled chicken surrounded by onions and cucumber on each plate there was a platter heaped with a few dozen more sate and a bowl of peanut dipping sauce big enough for all of them.
The main course was followed by one huge ABC and two spoons and they took turns feeding each other and giggling as they dabbed noses and chins with the sweet concoction. When they were done Shanya said ‘that was fantastic, maybe we won’t go out tonight, I’m too stuffed to move.’
Denise sat back and smiled. She loved being complimented, she loved good food and she loved that she didn’t have to go back into the kitchen to clean up the mess. She also smiled because she knew what was coming for Shanya. Shanya sat back too but then realized it was time for her to clean up. She gathered the plates and bowls and with a bit of juggling she was able to get it all to the kitchen in one trip. With her arms loaded she entered the kitchen and stopped at the sight that greeted her. It was a mess.
She put the dirty dishes down beside the sink and wondered where to start. Then she heard a giggling and looked back to see Denise standing in the doorway.
‘Would you like some help?’ she asked. ‘I have just the thing to get you into the mood, follow me.’
***
Shanya followed along to Denise’s bedroom and Denise stepped aside to let her enter first. Spread out on the bed was a maids uniform but it wasn’t a standard uniform. It was made of latex rubber. Shanya looked closer and it was obviously a fetish outfit.
The shiny black dress was quite short with a deeply scooped front that would barely cover the wearer’s breasts. It had black latex stockings and high heeled pumps and a white lace apron. Before Shanya could ask about it Denise grabbed her by the hair and wrapped it around her hand.
‘I got this for you’ she said as she painfully twisted the hair ‘you had asked about getting a job as a maid and I decided that you’re going to work here for me for free.’
Shanya wanted to protest but Denise had a good grip and she knew how strong she was. It was best not to challenge her until she could figure out what was going on. Was this the result of years of resentment building up or was it an old desire just now coming to the surface or was it something entirely new? Right now it didn’t matter Shanya just wanted to obey and get it over with.
‘Strip’ demanded Denise ‘let’s get you dressed for the job and back into the kitchen.’
Shanya began to remove her clothes as quickly as she could. Having Denise gripping her hair didn’t make it easy but soon she stood naked. With her other hand Denise grabbed Shanya's boob and gave it a rough hard squeeze.
‘I’ve always liked your tits’ she said ‘it’s going to be a shame to cover them up but you have to dress properly for the occasion.’
Denise let go of the boob but held the hair and pushed Shanya towards the bed. Once Shanya could reach the costume she quickly put it on. The stretchy rubber fit like a second skin and snugly hugged every curve of her body. Then Denise reached for something that Shanya hadn’t noticed. It was a hood.
It was open up the back and Denise pulled it over Shanya's face. It had a large plug that pushed deep into Shanya's mouth gagging her. Denise pulled Shanya's hair through a hole in the back into a ponytail and then closed a zipper that pulled the hood tight around Shanya's head.
Then Denise buckled a black leather collar around Shanya's neck and snapped a short silver chain leash to it. As she led Shanya out of the bedroom Shanya saw herself in the mirror. The dress barely covered her big boobs and they looked like they could pop out at any moment. The shiny stockings came all the way up to the top of her thighs, almost to her pussy, but the skirt was so short that a few centimeters of bare skin still showed.
What she couldn’t see under the skirt was the latex panties that had openings in the front and the back. She wondered if Denise was going to be so bold as to take advantage of both of them.
***
In the kitchen Denise snapped a pair of chrome steel shackles joined by a short chain around Shanya's ankles and then padlocked a chain around her waist through the handles of the cupboard. Shanya could move around just enough to gather the dishes and wash them.
‘Get started’ ordered Denise ‘we have a lot to do and can’t be wasting all evening in here.’
Shanya washed, dried and put the dishes away while Denise sat and watched. She snapped the occasional picture with her phone and while Shanya loved the outfit and the bondage she really hoped that Denise was not sharing those pictures with anyone else.
Next she cleaned the oven and then scrubbed the floor. If this was a joke it was going too far but Shanya was too well gagged to protest. Whenever she tried to show some resistance the ponytail was given a twist.
Dusting, vacuuming and laundry followed and then it was on to the bathroom. Shanya was at the point where she was thinking of getting physical to get Denise to back off but her sister kept her ankles restrained at all times and even shackled her wrists whenever possible. After polishing the shower and sink Denise told her to sanitize the toilet.
That was when Shanya snapped. She turned on Denise and gave her a push out of the door into the hallway. With her feet bound as they were she tried to shuffle past Denise who was on her ass on the floor. Denise reached up and grabbed the leash and pulled hard dragging Shanya down to the floor.
Denise sprang up and dragged Shanya down the hall to the bedroom with the leash. She pulled Shanya up to her feet and tied her wrists to the clothes rack on the back of the door. Then she went and got her widest leather belt. She turned Shanya face to the door and pulled down the latex panties.
‘You were a bad girl’ Denise growled ‘and now you must be punished.’ Ten hard strokes followed across Shanya's firm cheeks. Shanya yelped and moaned as each blow stung a little more than the previous one. Then Denise let her down and dragged her to the center of the floor.
She shackled Shanya's wrists to her ankles in a severe hog tie and then locked the leash to the leg of the bed. ‘I’ve got some phone calls to make’ said Denise ‘I’ll be back for you later.’
Denise exited the room leaving Shanya bound and gagged on the floor. As the ache in her stinging bottom slowly went away it was replaced by an aching in her stretched arms and legs. She tried to shift her position to relieve the stress on her limbs but the leash prevented her from moving very far.
She rocked back and forth gradually moving closer to the bed until there was enough slack in the leash for her to struggle to her knees. Once she was up she sat back and felt for the shackles that held her ankles with her fingertips. She found the latch and tried to twist it open but it wouldn’t move.
‘They are locked’ said Denise ‘you’re wasting your time.’ Shanya looked up to see Denise standing in the doorway holding a small silver key. ‘Since you like being on your knees you can stay there.’
Denise unlocked the leash from the bedpost and pulled Shanya out of the room. She shuffled on her hands and knees back to the washroom where this time she obediently cleaned the toilet. Then she scrubbed the floor with a toothbrush. Each time she hesitated for even a few seconds the belt lashed across her still bare bottom.
Now that the apartment was clean Denise allowed Shanya to put the panties back on. Even though they had two large openings they did provide a little modesty and the cool rubber soothed her burning bum.
Denise spent the rest of the evening humiliating Shanya by treating her like dog. She had her roll over and fetch and beg for treats. Shanya didn’t mind the begging, she was hungry, but fetching and rolling weren’t easy with your wrists and ankles bound. After the treats the gag hood went back on.
***
Denise looked at her watch and said ‘I wanted a snack before bed so I ordered it to be delivered. It should be here soon.’
Shanya and Denise watched television to pass the time until the doorbell rang. ‘That must be the delivery’ said Denise ‘let’s go let it in.’ She led Shanya with the leash to the door and when she opened it Raina was standing there. Shanya got excited to see her, last night had been fun.
Raina came in…and then another pretty girl…and another…and another…until six sexy young ladies had entered.
‘Oh did I forget to mention’ said Denise ‘they didn’t actually bring a snack, they came to have you for a snack.’
Shanya quickly found out that Denise had finally reached Raina and arranged for her to go to the bondage club and collect her kinkiest buddies. Purses were dumped and vibrators and dildos littered the floor.
For the rest of the evening Shanya was used and abused continuously. She found out several times why the panties had two holes and confirmed that yes they could both be used at the same time. Nipple clamps and floggers and whips were used, Shanya was hung up and stretched out and twisted into a pretzel. When there wasn’t enough of her to go around the girls practiced on each other until they got their turn with the latex maid.
By the early hours of morning they gradually began to fall asleep one by one in chairs and on the floor. Eventually Shanya and Raina were the only two awake. Shanya was tied to a kitchen chair when Raina fell asleep with her head between Shanya’s legs and her tongue in her pussy.
Shanya wiggled free and hog tied Raina on the floor gagging her with her own panties and bra. She then went to the living room and gathered up enough ropes, handcuffs and straps to tie up the three that were there.
In the bedroom she found Denise already tied spread eagle to the bed and gagged with a huge red ball gag. She had a sleeping girl on either side of her. Shanya tied them up with their arms and legs wrapped around Denise and then gagged them with the dildos they had been using on Denise and duct tape.
Now that they were all bound Shanya set her alarm so that she wouldn’t miss her bus and took a nap on the couch. In the morning she showered and dressed and had some breakfast and no one stirred, not even Raina on the kitchen floor
On the way out Shanya looked in on Denise. She was awake and struggling to get free. She looked up when she saw Shanya and winked at her.
‘That was fun’ said Shanya with a smile ‘I’ll be back next weekend.’