Hello there, I'm a new member so this is my first ever effort. I hope it is deemed suitable for this excellent site. I'm obviously an adult now, but this is a fantasy story about my boyhood. I hope you enjoy it:
"My name is John, at the time of this story I was 13, slightly chubby and a little bit shy. My brother Andy was only 11 at the time, but her was slim and wiry, strong for his age, full of devilment, always a bit spiteful and always a bit jealous of the attention I got as the eldest child. He was more competitive than me and tried to beat me at everything and always got angry or sulked when I used to defeat him in games etc. What he hated most was that if ever left alone during the school holidays due to my mom having a part time job, I was always left in charge and told to report any misbehaviour back to my parents.
As I think is the case with a lot of boys going through puberty I had become aware of girls/women and their clothing. I attended an all boys school and only had two brothers, no sisters so maybe it was inevitable that I developed a healthy (?) interest interest in my mothers underwear drawer and then her laundry! It was this interest that led to my confrontation with my younger brother.
This happened during the Easter holidays from school. I was alone in the house, mom having gone to work for a few hours and Andy had gone to a friends house to play. Dressed only in a pair of red cotton boxer short and a white tee shirt, I took the opportunity to have a peek in my moms undies drawer and then gone to the bathroom to where the laundry basket was kept in order to probe in their for some of her recently worn panties and tights. I have since learnt that a lot of boys did this, but at the times I thought I must be the only person ever to do such a thing an felt very guilty about not only seeing, but dare I say, sniffing my mothers worn panties and tights!
While I was concentrating on this, with various pairs of panties and tights strewn over the bathroom floor, unbeknown to me, Andy had come back home as he had temporarily fallen out with his friend and was already in a bad mood. He called out my name and before I could do anything, he burst through the bathroom door and caught me red handed playng with my moms underwear. He immediately realised this was a big thing and in his mind, a chance for him to get even with me. He swore, asked that the fuck i was doing with moms knickers, called me a dirty bastard and told me that he was going to tell mom and dad and that would teach me for all the times I'd told on him! I was dumbfounded, totally embarrassed and unable to react in any way. I just sat there surrounded by my moms underwear. Eventually I found my voice and tried to make excuses, then realising he wasn't buying them I quietly asked him not to tell mom and dad.
I was now pleading with my little brother and to my surprise Andy stopped his ranting and threats, he smiled and then started to laugh an evil little laugh. Okay, but only if you do as I say and i have some fun, he said. I was so desperate that i willingly nodded and agreed thinking that anything, but anything would be better than my parents especially my mom, knowing what I had done. He said good and told me to kneel, while I got myself into a kneeling position he picked up a pair or two of the pantyhose scattered across the bathroom floor and walked behind me. He told me to put my arms behind my back, I asked him why, to which he replied that I should ask no questions. Again he told me to put my arms behind me, and again I asked why, this time he grabbed one wrist and pulled it back, I resisted his pulling until he said that I should remember that he would tell on me if I didn't do he said. So I relaxed my arm and allowed him to pulled it behind my back, he grabbed my other wrist and did the same. Then I felt him wrapping the nylon pantyhose around my wrists, he did is so quickly and expertly that my wrists were securely tied behind my back before I really knew what was happening. I tried to test the bonds, but all my brief struggle seemed to do was tighten the nylon around my wrists so it was now feeling very tight against my skin. I told him that this was stupid and to stop it. All Andy said was that all those hours of knot tying practise at scouts had finally come in handy.
While still kneeling I then felt him pull my bare legs and feet closer together, I looked down behind me and saw that he was now binding my ankles together with a pair of moms hose. Again he was so fast and I was soon also tightly bound by my ankles. He had only used one leg of the hose to tie me, so he then wrapped the other leg round and round my bare feet, so that quickly my feet were tied together as securely as my wrists and ankles.
Seeing just how well that worked he seemed to decide to tidy up the unused hose leg hanging down from my bound wrists. He grabbed it and roughly pulled my elbows together at the same time pushing my torso forward, I managed to stay on my knees but actually cried out in pain as this hurt more than a bit, he ignored this and proceeded to very tightly tie my elbows together. As my little brother tightened the nylon hose around my elbows I felt my elbow being drawn closer and closer together until they actually touched and with a laugh of satisfaction Andy tied the hose off leaving me moaning with the discomfort."
I will leave the story here for now. If it gets approval and people find it suitable for the Forum then I will post the next part as soon as possible. Any comments about the story be they the style or content would be gratefully received.
Thank you for this opportunity to share and I look forward to the possibility of writing more.