This is a fake story and the character is not me .
It was several years back when I was seventeen and I was home for the holidays, having studied at some institution in New Mexico. It was a sweltering hot day (as it usually where I live) So I took plenty of time showering. I exited and examined my naked form in my bathroom mirror, seeing a rather short girl with hair still not long enough. My face at least was clear of acne but still quite full of baby fat and my boobs were still of just alright size, but neither was it the kind to attract guys. All I had been my music compositions. Oh well, I thought as I tuck my towel around my bosom and headed out to the room I shared with my sister.
All of a sudden, I was grabbed from behind and with lightning speed, carried over to my bed. “Wha…mmmphg!!!” a hand muffled my voice while I felt another dragging my skinny hands behind my back. Was this a break in?
The next voice told me the opposite, “we haven’t done this in a long time, Claire”. Freaking hell, it was my younger brother James who had tackled me. “This” definitely refered to Tie Up Games which we both played until when I turned a teenager. “you idiot, you could have injured me. And why this now? We made a deal to stop this hobby”, I replied, wincing as I felt my wrists lashed together.
“Cause I never got to enjoy it sis,” came another voice, or rather my other younger brother, the baby of the family, Paul. I hardly remember him since I was away for a while but both he and James were giants compared to me and definitely stronger than a puny girl like me. Paul “joined in” by lashing my ankles together despite me kicking. At this point, I must point out that both my brothers were part of their school’s scout troop and were extremely proficient in knot tying.
“Urm guys, you know mom and dad will be home in two hours…” I started off but heard a reply that I really disliked—”They just sent me a message that they’ll be late”. “Oh shit, whatever, you guys better release me soon. Leanne will be back and ow!” I felt my still damp hair yanked back.
“Better shut her up, bro,” James commented. I heard my drawer being opened and expected them to use my socks to gag me as it was in the past. Instead, I was in with another shock as they dangled one of my panties before my eyes. “you sick perverts, don’t you dare put that ahHHH!!!” I yelled as my nose was pinched, causing me to gasp for air. “They are clean aren’t they sis?” Paul asked. I struggled with all my might but only heard James replying, “guess there are”. Almost immediately, my undies were stuffed into my mouth. “Mmmmp!” I cried, trying to spit the undergarment out. The sound of tape ripping was hard and the next thing I knew, my lower jaw was wrapped with a huge round of duct tape.
It wasn’t the first time I had stuff gag in my mouth but it certainly was the first time I was gagged with my own panties. Even though they were a clean pair from my drawer, I nearly had a gag reflex thinking about what was resting in my oral cavity. Now I’d only come aacross the talk of panty gags once during a conversation in high school but that was it. My brothers must have read something of BDSM or adult website.
I was about to continue struggling however my sadistic brothers held me tight. “We just wanna have fun, Claire,” James hissed into my ear and the next thing I felt was his palm smacking my naked butt. “MppH!” I cried, but my younger brother’s arms held me down as James continued swatting my butt. Mind you, spanking and caning was the norm in my family since any child was able to walk. I had my fair share of spankings till I “graduated” during my early teens, as my dad put it, but the king of all spanks was my bratty brother Paul. Anyway, being spanked was definitely a distant memory and now the pain was relived as James’ palm made contact with my delicate bottom. “MmpphFFFFFFFFFFFF!!” “Mppgggh!!!” “Mmmgah” I cried with each swat, picturing the colour change of my butt.
Ten swats later, the hands shifted and Paul’s gleeful remark came, “My turn, Clai-re”, he said, stretching my name. “Smack” “That’s for calling me Paulie almost every other day!” “Smack!” “That’s for making me you servant when I was six!” “Smack!” “That’s for your idiotic and terrible singing and Tori Amos music every night!” Suddenly, as I braced for the next spank, the door creaked open and I knew that my sister was home.
I heard the loudest scream of the F word by both my brothers simultaneously as part of my sister’s body appeared. “Claire, I…” Leanne’s sentence was cut off as Paul instantly dragged her into the room. My twelve year old sister reacted by kicking her younger brother in his stomach. “Yoew!” Paul cried but managed to tackle Leanne in a bear hug. (Note: I had turned my head to one side despite being pressed to my bed. That’s why I could see this. In any case, I’m writing this years after it happened with Leanne and I remembering most of it.)
“Let me go…what the hell are you guys doing to Claire?” Leanne screamed as she struggled in Paul’s grip. Let me digress here to tell you about my sister. We’re direct opposites in almost everything. She has been inclined towards natural sciences such as biology and chemistry, I’m interested in the social sciences. She hates art and craft work while I’ve hundreds of self made aprons, napkins and trinkets. And personally, I think she’s way prettier than I am. At her age, I was super short (and am still short), had messy hair and fat in the wrong places. Leanne’s growth spurt has been pretty fast and she was several inches taller despite the age gap. She has a body that fits perfectly with Hollister clothes (see http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/s … 0_-1_12552) and at her pre-teen age, well, her boobs were growing fast. At the age of twelve, I was practically boob-less. (In case you’re wondering, Paul’s hands were around her stomach/torso so no he wasn’t molesting her).
“You’ve just arrive at the wrong place at the wrong time, welcome to the party,” James replied as Paul switched his grip to holding her arms behind her back and dragging her to the bed. “You’re hurting her! This is worse than that time five years ago!” Yes, Leanne had witnessed me being trussed up before and was taped up once.
“Blah blah. In fact, Claire must be feeling lonely. Paul, let’s get sister 2 in a similar position.”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPH!!”I screamed through my panty filled mouth.
“Oh shaddap, Claire unless you want more tape around you underwear filled mouth,” James continued, slapping me slightly on the cheek.
“What!!??!!! You gagged Claire with her own panties! You sick perverts! Let both of us go now! I’ll tell of Mommy and Daddy when they’re back!”
“Interesting that you said that. You won’t have proof that this occurred. On the other hand, I’ve proof that you when out with a boy when Mommy said no boyfriends and you watched a movie not suitable for your age,” James replied, finally sit me up on my bed and turning towards my sister. The towel I was wrapped in had ridden up my thighs and a little more and my private part would be exposed.
“You don’t,” Leanne said with a slightly hesitant voice but James replied confidently, having secretly filmed and taken pictures. “Admit it!” he said , throwing the accusation on her again. Leanne’s eyes drooped and her expression said it all. Then with mounting trepidation in her tone, she said, “So to deal is to tie me up? Please, not like Claire! No panties in my mouth!”
“You’ll be be lucky. However, this uniform is a little too much for a nice tie up,” Paul interjected, standing her up but finally releasing her from his grip. Leanne by the way was wearing her full school uniform which was just a plain sleeveless blouse with the school cress on her left breast and a long pleated skirt.
“Loose the uniform,” he commanded.
“Noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Leanne cried and moved away from Paul. However her younger and yet taller brother blocked her and gave her a “do it or else” look. “Okayyy you rats,” she said and proceeded to lift up her uniform top. I gave a muffled wail of regret that my sister caved in to my brothers’ demands. Leanne A cup (yes I told you she was big for her age) bra came into view and I suppose Paul and James were getting even more aroused.
“Can’t it be just like this?” Leanne protested, tossing her blouse across the room.
“No, skirt off”
Sighing, Leanne slowly worked the clasp of her school skirt, turning red as she did so. The reason came clear as only her panties came into view. You see, it was the norm for all school girls from any school of any age to wear their school shorts under their skirts for convenience sake (changing for Physical Education) as to prevent accidental flashing. Leanne clearly intentionally was not wearing it or there was a reason why. Her pink panties by the way, used to be mine but naturally I outgrew the,
“oh, some little gal wants to be hiao,” Paul said mocking. Hiao means sexy/slutty in Hokkien, a Chinese dialect.
That only made Leanne turn even redder with embarrassment. Paul however wasted no time and forced her to kneel. The sound of duct tape came next and Leanne wailed “shit you bastard, that hurts” as her hands were taped in her in a criss cross fashion.
“I’ve enough of your dirty mouth,” Paul remarked “bro, shall we stuff it with her undies?”
So where i left off I was still clad in a towel, bound with tight cords and gagged with my own panties. Leanne was trussed up with duct tape. Both of us were thus helpless as our brothers swatted our butts. In total i got twenty on my almost exposed bottom–James made sure he struck me on the towel covered part while Leanne got a little less than that.
“Ok, stage two,”James announced. “Mmmpph!!!” We both cried, wondering what more torture was in store. Paul’s foot steps gave a slight indication that he was retrieving something else, possibly from their room. Us sisters could only wait with our heads pressed again my bed until my youngest brother returned. The sound that accompanied him told it all.
“Ice cube time!” They cried. it was “Paul on me” and “James on Leanne” this time. With one hand holding me, Paul slide one ice cube down my small (yes its small) towel-covered cleavage. “Mppph!!! i cried both at the shock of the chilly ice as well as having my youngest sibling perform something that he only would have read from adult books. Freaking twit, I thought, James must have introduced him to websites or books.
Meanwhile, the other brother was slipped ice cubes down my helpless sister’s panties–the back around my bottom–which made her scream non stop. Give that she was clad in a bra, he simply pressed a bunch of ice cubes around her cleavage and let them melt down her body.
Suddenly, the screech of our parents’ car was heard. “Oh shit,” the boys said in unison. They quickly brandished penknives and cut us free from our bonds, leaving us to remove our own gags and dress.