Sister's Dominating Ways by Seeker7050 Back.

It was weird having to sleep in my older sisters bedroom with her. But hers was
the only room available with two twin beds and with all the company in town for
the funeral we had to bunk it together. I didn't really mind, she was "okay"
for a girl and at 13 I was beginning to appreciate girls just fine. She was 4
years my senior, a junior in high school and like me a bit heavy, though I was
much bigger than her even at 13. But the guys all thought she was pretty and
she was built, on top, like a brick shithouse, as they say. 

We were alone this evening all the relatives and our parents were gone out for
dinner, then to the bars and we had school the next day anyway. I was already
in bed and just laid there watching her move about the room in her cotton
nightgown getting ready for bed.

"Hey sis, what are you looking at?" I queried as she stopped to pick up a well
worn Girl Scout manual.

"Knots if you must know, I have my ligature examination in two days and I want
to get everything just right. Its the last badge I need this year." My sister
had been in the Brownies and then the Girl Scouts as long as I could remember.
I thought it was rather ridiculous myself at her age but hey, whatever turns
you on I guess.
Still reading she stooped over to remove her slippers and absentmindedly
scratch her feet.

"Whoooo-Wheee" I chided her, "put those things back on until you're in bed.
Those feet stink terribly" I ducked as a slipper came whizzing past my head.
"Nay, nay missed me!!" I laughed at the childishness of my own response meant
to rile her even more. But instead she seemed to ignore me. I ALWAYS teased her
and kidded with her, especially when she was on the phone with her fella's. I
recalled just the night before throwing her dirty underwear (from the hamper)
at her while she was on the phone. I was sorting through to get my stuff
separated from hers for washing and just couldn't resist irritating her. Mom
had finally come in to make me stop while she was on the phone, but it had been
good fun while it lasted. Several times I had gotten pairs of panties to land
on her head. I chuckled with the memory of it all.

"Matthew, stop it okay? I need to get this right. In fact, ..... naw skip it."
I hated that. I hate it still today when people half say something and then
stop. "What, WHAT! Come on tell me......" I had to know what it was, I was
hooked just that quickly. "Wellllllll, I need to try this knot out, an
"Over-Hand Double Square" and I wondered if you'd help me. But I know you'll
just goof off as usual so forget it" she replied deadpan.

Now I may have been a brat, but I liked the idea of the rope and knots. Always
had since way back and playing cowboy and Indians. Besides, if my sister
"needed" help then that would give me leverage some other time over her. At
least that was the way I reasoned it out at the age of 13.

"No I won't. I'll help you. What do you need me to do?" I almost sounded too
eager I'm sure.

"Alright, put your hands up by the bedstead's iron rail there over your head to
start and hold on to it. Keep your wrists slightly apart as if they were two
sticks being tied to a crossbar. Are you sure you'll behave?" I nodded my
compliance and raised my arms well up over my head as I tended to favor resting
my feet at the bottom of the bed. My sister went to her drawers and started
pulling out stockings and pantyhose. "I don't have any rope up here so I'll try
and use these things. If it doesn't work well at least I tried. Now hold still
so I can concentrate." She laid the manual down on the bedcovers and studied my
wrists for a moment and then began to wind the nylon material about my wrists
and the crossbar of the headboard. Finally with about a foot left she tied
several knots in the hose and sat back. "Once more," she said to herself and
taking up another pair of pantyhose wound them around my wrists and the
crossbar again and then tied them off tightly too. "Okay, now let go and try
and get free." She instructed me plainly. I tried. I tried again and again and
as she saw me trying a smile slowly crept across her features.

Standing and looking down at me she pulled the covers down and off the bed.
"Hey! What are you doing?" I asked but received no reply. Instead she took
stockings and tied them to the corners of the footboard and then grabbed an
ankle. Heaving mightily I tore my foot from her grip but she only grabbed it
back and used her nails to dig in deep. "Yeooooowww, watch it!!! Cut it out"
but in the short period of my inactivity she had already looped the nylon
around my ankle and pulled it down tight resting her knee on my shin while she
tightened her knots. The other leg posed even less of a problem for her and
soon I was spread-eagle on the bed in only my underpants. "What is going on?" I
asked trying to sound angry and indignant.

"Well matthew I am tired of your harassment and it ends tonight. No one is here
but us and I intend to teach you manners and respect for me by the time we're
done." I couldn't help it I laughed, and laughed and laughed it sounded too
bizarre. SLAP!! "Yeow!!" My sister had just slapped me with her slipper right
across the stomach. "Now that I have your attention we shall begin......"

She started by cutting off my underpants and throwing them aside so that I was
buck naked. Then she informed me that since I thought her feet smelled so bad I
could clean them with my tongue and lips. Of course I refused immediately. That
is until her hand wrapped itself about my balls and she began squeezing. Though
I had "said" they smelled bad I really didn't feel that way. Something about
women's feet and the smells of having been encased in stockings and shoes all
day just makes me shiver. First tentatively and then with more and more gusto I
slaved beneath her feet as she lay beside me on the bed. At any sign of my
efforts flagging she squeezed my captured balls a bit harder. Though I couldn't
see her face I could hear her laughing and her taunts as I cleaned and scrubbed
her peds whole-heartedly.

Satisfied with my efforts, or tired of that game, she rose and took another
nylon and wrapped it tightly about my ball sac and then pulled on the sac
stretching it towards the footboard and then tying it off. This of course made
my cock very stiff and also pulled it straight up in the air. Slap, Slap, SLAP
her hands slapped against my cock, slamming it from side to side.

"Now we're going to make you pretty." and stepping over to her dresser she came
back with nail polish and began painting my toenails. If I moved them or
attempted to stop the process she slapped my stiff cock. Once when particularly
annoyed she painted the head of my cock so that it stood out in stark crimson
glory. I was stunned, I couldn't talk, I just laid there dumbfounded. When I
did try to speak I was either ignored or slapped silly. It was as if I were an
object, a "doll" she was playing with, an inanimate abject. I guess I was
rather inanimate come to think of it.

"Now for your face matthew." That was too far, too much and I protested loudly
and kept swiveling my head. "Well matthew I hadn't intended 'much' pain but
since you insist on misbehaving we will have to fix that. Mmmmmmmmmm I know.
Now hold still while I attach these barrettes to your nipples." Barrettes, the
large plastic ones with multiple teeth were clamped to each nipple and she now
straddled my chest. If I so much as moved she reached down and cruelly twisted
the plastic tormentors on my nipples. "My but your face is soooooooo dry. You
need a foundation first and I know just the thing." She then stood over me and
removed her panties and spun around to face my feet. "Stick out your tongue
little brother, farther, farther. Now, hold it there and if you don't I'll rip
your nipples right off." after saying that she eased her ample ass down upon my
stiffened tongue. She was soaking wet, her pussy dripping and my tongue slid
right up her channel, ensconcing itself deep within her.

As she began to make slow circles with her hips, grinding down on my face, her
hand began to stroke my cock with her silky panties. Both of us were obviously
keyed up by this wild set of events for neither of us lasted long. First I felt
an outpouring of sweet nectar and then I felt my own loins buck and arch as my
very inner being poured itself out upon the panties surrounding my swollen
cockhead. My sister stopped her stroking at that time and eased back, settling
down upon my face virtually smothering me. Her fingers teased at the improvised
nipple clamps and she ground down further on my struggling face. "Getting a
good whiff there brother?" she chided me as her anus covered my nose. "Well,
that's enough of that....for now."

Once again she turned around to face me and smilingly said "Never had so much
fun with your BIG sister did you brat? Well now for this face of yours." She
began by rubbing the cum from her panties into my cheeks and nose and across my
chin and forehead. "There, that's enough 'base' I think. Now, what about these
panties...they are awfully soiled don't you think? And we can't have mom
finding them with YOUR cum on them can we now matthew? Soooooooo....what to
do???? Hmmmmmm? I KNOW!!!! Open up your mouth matthew...NOW!!!" When I didn't
do it immediately she twisted on of her wicked nipple clamps until I tried to
scream and then shoved the soiled panties deep into my mouth. "Now hold them or
you'll get even worse...BELIEVE me." and at this point I did.

She then used her own cosmetics brought over to the nightstand between the beds
to make up my face. When she was done she sat back and laughingly admired her
handiwork. But she was not done with me yet. Taking several cotton balls she
placed them over my closed eyelids and then wrapped scotch tape repeatedly
around my head to hold them in place and my eyes closed.

"Oh my matthew, I just noticed that your balls are all red and swollen."
feeling them in her hand she added "and soooooooo cold too. Do they hurt you
much dear brother?" as she then squeezed them I nodded YES to her question most
vigorously. "Ahhhhhhh, no doubt because they are soooooooo very cold. I'll help
you out on that one item brother mine." The next thing I knew I felt cool
liniment being applied lavishly to my balls and then her cool breath as she
blew on my balls. Then the coolness left and an intense burning began, so
intense tears puddled behind my closed eyelids and my hips began to jump on the
bed, however the stocking tying my balls to the footboard prevented even very
much movement in that regard. "matthew, that was just some Absorbine Jr. I had
at my dresser, does it feel good?" I shook my head in hopes she would wash it
off or do something, anything to relive the pain and heat.

"In the future will you treat me with respect matthew?" I nodded

"In the future, will you do whatever I ask, whenever I ask?" I nodded again,
knowing she couldn't keep me this way forever. However, she seemed to be
reading my mind. "Good, but as insurance I have two things in mind." Insurance?
What TWO things???? I was confused, but only momentarily.

CLICK, wrrrrrrrrrr. CLICK, wrrrrrrrrrr. CLICK, wrrrrrrrrrr. "I just love Uncle
Joe's instant camera. Don't you matthew? Now I have three shots to remember
this night by."

Just then I heard laughter, but these were more than the sounds of just my
sister's voice. "And this is insurance item two matthew. YOU don't know who
they are but each has one of the photo's of you and each is going to have their
fun with you tonight too for we are not done yet. I think we have at least an
hour and a half left. AND in the future we will have more nights just like
this, or even better, when mom and dad go out. I know I will look forward to
it...and so better had you, Matthew."

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