Message-ID: <25950asstr$966949803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000822041714.26809.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Crimson Dragon Subject: {ASSM} RP: A Most Unusual Afternoon (MF, cons, bond) Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, RuiJorge, kelly This story explores the realms of human sexuality. Scary, huh? Imagine that. And posted to alt.sex.stories. Needless to say, if such writings offend you, my advice to you is not to read anything around here. Having said that, this story goes a little further. It depicts consensual human sexuality. There may be bondage involved, though it will be consensual as well. Note that there is no '&d' in the story codes. That was done on purpose. You can figure out why. Oh, and there might even be someone not being the master of his or her domain. If you know what I mean. If any of this is going to offend you, stop now and forever hold your peace. Minors shouldn't read this. It wasn't meant for you. Munk proofread this and deserves credit for again having the patience for doing so. Her support in all these endeavours of mine is greatly appreciated. I ask humbly that you enjoy the musings presented here; however, I would also ask you to respect the copyright of the piece. This work is given freely for the enjoyment of those that wish to read it. As such, I ask for persons not to redistribute the work without express written consent of the author, Crimson Dragon. The work may not be sold, modified, or used as any endorsement for any commercial endeavour. You may not charge for access to these words. To be clear, this means no distribution without the consent of Crimson Dragon. Comments are always welcome at dcrimson@yahoo.com. If you still haven't given up, please enjoy. - Crimson http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Dr/wwwagon_Of_Crimson ------------------------------------------------------------------- A Most Unusual Afternoon (MF, cons, bond) ------------------------------------------------------------------- (c) July 1998 - All rights reserved By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ------------------------------------------------------------------- "You want me to WHAT?" Darren spoke with incredulity evident in his voice from his seated position on the floor. Darlene sighed, afraid of this reaction. His harsh words did absolutely nothing to help the butterflies fluttering through her guts. In fact, the damn things nearly flew up her throat at Darren's words. She bit down her sharp retort and lay back on her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her erratic breathing. Getting upset wasn't going to help her cause. Her parents had finally left for the afternoon. She'd tried her best to find out when they'd be back, but they had been vague, as usual. She didn't need to arouse their suspicions, so she had let it drop. They would be gone for a few hours at least. That's all she knew for sure, but it should be plenty of time. Ever since her parents had announced their plans this morning, her stomach had been in knots of heady anticipation. But everything had to go right, and Darren was the key. And he was sitting there on her floor, fidgeting and waiting for her to confirm her request. She took stock of herself. Did she actually want to go through with this? Darren's reluctance bothered her. He was rarely wrong. The insistent throbbing between her legs bellowed a resounding yes, while her more rational mind agreed with Darren - it was dangerous. But since when had she ever played anything safe? Safe was Boring, with a capital 'B'. She'd been seeing Bradley forever. And she wanted to do this. It was safe dammit. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced down at Darren still sitting cross legged on her beige carpet. Darren looked up at her with those eyes that she saw in the mirror every morning. Their eyes were the only way that you could tell that they were twins. His piercing blue eyes, full of life, full of intelligence, were the same as her own. Beyond the eyes, they shared a special bond of complete trust and sharing, like only twins could. She often felt like they were one, despite their interests diverging over the years. She could feel him almost as though he was part of her. She cherished that. And there he sat, his face open in dismay, unable to fathom what she'd asked of him. She couldn't do it without him, and she trusted nobody else enough to ask. She felt the butterflies leave her to bother someone else far away as her mind collapsed into the inevitable. She had known that he would balk. He had always been protective of her, despite being essentially the same age. Fine, he was two minutes older, but that didn't give him the right to ... she forced herself to check her emotions. He was only doing what he thought best for her. She couldn't blame him. Had he asked the same of her, she'd have balked just as surely as he had. She had no choice but to accept his reaction. She took a deep breath, too aware of her breasts rising as they rubbed against her sweater. She let her pent up breath out in a big whoosh and turned back to face him. "Darren, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked at all," Darlene spoke quietly from the pillows. Her eyes had begun to tear up, her disappointment evident. She tried to will it away; she honestly wasn't trying to make Darren feel guilty. She loved him too much for those silly games. He swallowed carefully and licked his lips. "No, sis. I'm sorry. We've never kept anything from one another. Why should sex be different? You ... just surprised me, is all." Despite his words, he still looked awkward sitting down there. She felt the butterflies begin to return at the prospect that he hadn't outright refused her. She pressed her lips together, thinking. "Do you know what you are doing?" he asked quietly. She thought about it. She'd been seeing Bradley for over a year. She trusted him, and she wanted to do this. At least, her body wanted to do this. And she felt safe enough. Darren's uncertainty was enough to make her pause and think. What if ...? But time was ticking away for her. Her parents would be back eventually and that didn't leave her much time if she wanted to keep a safety zone. She had to be sure, and quickly. She propped herself up on her elbow and tried her best to smile at her brother. She nodded carefully in the affirmative. Darren seemed at war with himself as he sat there looking over at Darlene. His face was a mask of concentration and uncertainty. He would do anything to protect her, she knew that. They had been together all the way from the womb to this juncture - a journey spanning from before kindergarten to this last year of high school. And he'd always been there for her. She knew that they'd be apart soon anyway, his interests being at Queen's, hers at Lakehead. She was going to miss him terribly. It hurt to even think about that. Darren had been unsure of Bradley since she'd introduced them about a year ago. He'd kept his opinions to himself, but she could tell. With twins, it was nearly impossible to hide your true feelings. She'd tripped over it enough to know. Luckily, she approved of Beth, his current girlfriend, and he was well aware of that. In the same manner, she knew that Darren had some reservations about Bradley. It wasn't that he didn't like the guy, but he wasn't as openly enthusiastic as he had been with previous loves of hers. She didn't know the details of his apprehensions, but assumed that he was simply being over-protective, as always. She didn't mind too much. He'd never tell her who to go out with, and no matter what he'd support her wishes unless, God forbid, she managed to get into an abusive relationship. God help the guy. It was nice to know that he would be around if she ever got herself in with an unsavoury character. She could see Darren mulling over his problem - her. She could read his face like a book. He was wishing desperately that he was somewhere else, out with Beth perhaps. Anywhere but here stuck between disappointing the person he loved more than life itself, or going along with her and getting her hurt. Maybe badly. "I. I don't think this is such a good idea. I ... I know Bradley ..." the words fell softly from his lips. She took a deep breath, not wanting to get into an argument over Bradley. Darren had tried to keep his feelings about Bradley under wraps but she had always known what they were. And she loved Darren for trying for her. She sighed. What had she really expected? She didn't quite know. She only knew what her desires were right now. She whispered quietly, "I understand." And she did. It was unfair to ask Darren at all. She'd figure something else out. Darren inhaled deeply, his blue eyes watching his sister. She was hiding her disappointment well, but it was there. She had been unable to completely hide it, though God knew she had tried. She watched him as he slowly rose to his feet. She held back as long as she could, until he had completely turned to leave. She felt the single tear of hopeless disappointment as it coursed down her face. It wasn't just the failure of her afternoon plans but more importantly that the twins had separated a little further. They had always been there for one another, no matter what, and that was beginning to end. She felt responsible. Her request had been too much for him, and she was truly sorry that she'd imposed. Yet she had wanted to be honest with him, share her desires with him. She felt a deep sadness, as though she was losing a lover as he moved away from her bed. He turned at the doorway and she wasn't quite quick enough to wipe away the tear. She hadn't expected him to turn. He stood outlined in her doorway, a similar sad set to his face. She sensed that he was feeling the same things as her, regret at refusing her, a sense of moving apart. He didn't want this any more than she did. She was about to apologise again to him when he opened his lips to speak. She was almost sure that he was going to apologise to her for refusing her. Then walk back to his room to suffer. "Call Bradley," he whispered to her instead of the expected apology. She heard his feet as he moved away from her room. She thought she heard him moving down the stairs, towards the lower floors. Suddenly she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She didn't want to drive Darren away by asking things that made him uncomfortable. Bradley wasn't worth that. It wasn't worth an afternoon of experience and pleasure. She nearly called Darren back, but she again felt the throbs of anticipation between her thighs. Darren would understand, and perhaps ask her a harder favour someday. She'd do her best to help him when he did. She swore it, no matter what he asked. She'd still give him a chance to back out of this, though. She owed him that. She paused for a few moments, gathering her courage. She had to steel herself to ignore the residual sadness and heartache she felt for Darren. It wasn't easy, but she managed to fight it off, determined to feel it later instead of now. There were other things to do, and not much time. Darren would understand, he always did. She picked up the phone sitting on her bedside table. It buzzed insistently in her ear until she dialled the number that she had memorised so many months ago. Bradley picked up with a gruff greeting. "Hi, Bradley. Guess whose parents are away," she spoke quickly before she lost her nerve. His voice seemed distracted. "Um. Yours? Mine are downstairs." "Yes, silly. Want to come over?" she continued almost as though she hadn't heard his reply. He seemed to be missing the point here. "I've kind of got plans." Shit, she thought. Why can't my plans ever turn out simple for me? It isn't the world I'm asking. First Darren's reluctance, then Bradley being dense. What else could possibly go wrong? Well, nothing worth doing was ever easy. "What plans?" she asked patiently. "Waxing my car. You can come over to help, if you want," he grudgingly offered. Christ. Was he being purposely dense? "My PARENTS aren't home. Hello?" she had to fight down the urge to scream at him. It finally dawned on him, but he was still reluctant for some reason. "Darlene. What about Darren?" Darren is supplying the surprise element, she thought to herself, her guts churning even thinking about it. "He's, uh, going out as well. Leaving in a few minutes." Bradley sighed and spoke heavily. "Alright. I'll be over soon." She couldn't understand his lack of enthusiasm but she was quite sure it would return as soon as he saw her and her surprise. "Let yourself in. It will be unlocked," she added quickly before she forgot. He hung up without a good-bye. She slowly returned the receiver to the cradle, unsure of herself and whether she actually wanted to go through with this after all. The phone call hadn't gone exactly as she'd planned, but then again nothing had today. She felt a little uneasy, but wrote it off to those silly butterflies. She touched her breasts through her sweater, noting that they were heaving erratically again. Step two complete. The butterflies intensified for a moment then resumed their normal nervous fluttering. Her decision made, she settled back to wait for Darren to return. She could hear Darren moving around in the basement, digging through the old boxes in her father's workroom. She could almost see him shoving through the crates cursing at their lack of organisation. She rose off the bed and began to pull off her sweater. She wasn't shy of her body, never had been. Darren had seen her nude many times, and she him. If her parents weren't at home she never bothered with modesty if she had to take a shower, or was simply lounging about. It seemed natural to her. They'd been naked in the womb together, after all. What did she really have to hide? But this time she sighed and lowered the base of the sweater before it revealed her breasts. She was going to give Darren one more chance to back out, and it wouldn't be fair if she was sitting here nude when she gave him that chance. She forced herself to be patient. In minutes she heard his motions clomping up the stairs. She held her breath until he appeared in the doorway carrying some items in his hands. His face looked pained, but he stood in her doorway trying to be strong for her. "Darren? You don't have to do this. I promise I won't be disappointed." "I'm just worried about you. At least let me stay in the house?" he pleaded. "Yeah, and Bradley won't do anything then," her voice was accusing though she desperately tried to control it. She forced herself to look at Darren. "I didn't mean ..." he stammered, taken aback a little by her sudden ire. He sensed it more than most people would have, she actually had done a decent job of burying it. "I know. If you don't want to do this, that's alright. I'll find some other way to keep him amused. I already phoned Bradley," she spoke softly, more gently, her voice apologising for her earlier tone. She honestly hadn't meant to snap at him. She was on edge a little. Darren looked at his sister. It was so hard to tell that they were twins. She was so small and delicate. He was tall and strong. Her hair, long and chestnut brunette curled gently over her shoulders. His hair was course, short and beach blonde. His face was rugged, hers feminine and soft. Male and female - fraternal twins. No reason for them to look the same. Why they had the same eyes was a mystery to both of them. But they cherished the qualities they shared. Her eyes were looking at him now, intense and full of her desires. "I'll be alright," she whispered to him. It seemed to make him more accepting of it, and he entered the room. He showed her what he had in his hands. "Will these be alright?" he asked. She nodded, trying to control those pesky unwelcome butterflies. "You ready?" she asked quietly. He watched her as he nodded. "Are you?" In answer, she completed the manoeuvre she had started earlier. Her sweater fell from her body in one fluid motion, fluttering to lay on the carpet. She had dressed casually on a Saturday, no bra. He made no comment on her firm body. Being her brother, he was somewhat immune to her sexuality, though he knew exactly how desirable she would be to anyone else. She stood and slipped her jeans down her legs. No panties either. She had been ready for this. She smiled and pirouetted for him, even though she was well aware that he was immune to her nudity. She wouldn't have been doing this otherwise. He whistled in mock admiration and waited for her to settle herself. She pulled off her socks with her toes and took a deep breath. She lowered herself slowly to the bed, spreading herself out, reaching for the bedposts with her bare toes and fingers. Darren sat down on the bed beside her. From the pillows, she watched his face. He seemed to be in a dilemma. He wanted to chastise her for being dangerous, and yet didn't want to condemn her for her choices. He was at a loss for words, she could tell by the tiny dimple forming in his left cheek. She nearly spoke some words to reassure him, but nothing came to mind. How? She was old enough, his age, to make these decisions about her own body herself. Anything she said would only make him feel more guilty. She kept silent and waited patiently for him to either say something or do what she had asked. He leaned over her body and began to wrap her right wrist with the soft cord he'd dug up in the workshop. Without looking at her, he moved around the bed and secured her other limbs to the bedposts. She tested each restraint, ensuring that she could neither reach the knots nor pull free. The butterflies multiplied as she realised just how vulnerable she was. She was open, and naked, and helpless. Tiny shivers and thrills pulsed down her body as she imagined Bradley's face as he walked in. She pulled idly at the ropes and looked up to see Darren staring at her. She flushed a bit, but only at his scrutiny. She was used to being seen naked. He spoke quietly, shaking his head. "Sis. I hope you know what you're doing." She looked so small and helpless lying there. His eyes betrayed his emotional state. How could he protect when she was like this? She felt his dismay and felt badly for him. How else could she do this with any semblance of safety, though? She'd wracked her brain but this is ultimately what she'd wanted. "I do, Darren. I know what I'm doing. Bradley will let me go when we're done. He would never hurt me. And he'll be here soon. What are you going to do?" She forced her voice to be strong and sure for Darren. He seemed to need the reassurance. "Maybe dinner and a movie with Beth," he replied quietly. The twinkle in his eye said that dinner and a movie could easily be only the beginning. "Have fun," she smiled up at him waving her trapped fingers. "I will. You take care. Last chance ..." he cautioned her. "I'll be fine. Enjoy your movie," she tried to reassure him. He bent and kissed her chastely on her cheek. She tried to give him one back, but he'd moved away and she couldn't follow. She heard her bedroom door closing and then a few minutes later the front door closing. The house was silent around her. She again tested her bondage, wondering what drove her to do this. She fantasised about it nearly every night. Being restrained, being totally helpless. Where do these fantasies come from? At least she trusted Bradley to not hurt her. She smiled as she considered what his face would look like when he saw her. *** She couldn't see her clock radio. It was angled away from her, and she couldn't exactly reach out to turn it towards her. Bradley was taking a long time. She squirmed on the bed. What if he didn't show up? What if someone *else* showed up. The front door was unlocked. Shit, she hadn't thought of that. Her heat intensified. She didn't want to be raped, but fantasies flew unasked for through her mind. She squirmed a bit more, trying to reach the knots her brother had tied. She couldn't and realised it was a lost cause. She'd told him to make it so she couldn't get free. She was stuck here until someone let her go. She just hoped that it would be Bradley. She tried to settle herself a little more comfortably to wait. She tried to amuse herself by closing her eyes and picturing the sky. The outdoors. She pictured her nude body bound hand and foot to a tree while a hot wind gently caressed her. It didn't help with her arousal, but it helped her pass the time. Bradley should have been here by now, dammit. A vague noise broke her concentration. A car? A knock? Someone breaking a window? Dammit, she hadn't been paying enough attention while in her erotic daydream. She held herself still, straining her ears to pick up the slightest noise. The front door suddenly opened sounding like a cannon through the silent house. She had to bite back a scream. Who the hell was it? Bradley? Her parents? Darren? A burglar? She held her tongue, not daring to cry out. She was so damn vulnerable. Why had she done this? Her arousal was beginning to fade with her fear. Not much, but she felt the constant heat between her legs diminish a little as she strained to detect the slightest vibration in the house. "Darlene?" It was Bradley's voice floating through the quiet house. She breathed a sigh of relief. Finally. She kept quiet, hoping that he'd be smart enough to come up to her room. It wasn't as though she'd been subtle on the phone. "Darlene? Damn it?" his voice called more urgently. A trace of anger tinged his voice this time. She whispered, "Up here." She quickly realised that he couldn't hear her if she whispered. She cleared her throat. "Bradley?" she called in a stronger voice. "I'm up here." "Come down. I'm here," Bradley shouted up from the bottom of the stairs. "Come up here," she responded back trying to put a sexy waver into her voice. She didn't think she'd succeeded with the waver, but at least she'd tried. "Damn it, Darlene, we have to talk. Come down here," Bradley sounded exasperated downstairs. Her mind flipped into overdrive. Have to talk? Shit ... no good conversation ever started out like that. The last thing she wanted to do was talk. "Bradley? Please? Come up here. I can't come down right now," she called out. She tried to put an authoritative note into her voice. She didn't feel particularly authoritative the way she was, naked and bound. Great time to want to talk, Bradley. Don't let him leave. Please? She heard him muttering as he began to climb the stairs. Closer and closer. She felt her body quivering. She couldn't stop it. Her arousal was back, and she couldn't wait to see his face as he saw her like this. She couldn't remember if she'd ever felt this aroused before. Her nipples were like chips of stone which she couldn't reach. Almost in slow motion, her door knob gently turned and the door swung open. Bradley stood there, the sight of Darlene naked and tied to the bed stunning him. His mouth dropped in a cartoon-like gesture. Darlene giggled as she pictured him using a hand to prop back up his jaw. She squirmed in a way that she hoped was inviting, pulling against her restraints, wiggling her breasts as best she could. "My hero, come to rescue me!" she giggled at him. The butterflies again had disappeared as the moment of truth had come and gone. Bradley was here, he hadn't panicked, and there was no turning back now. He'd definitely seen her. He actually did push his jaw up with his hand, almost absentmindedly. He stepped into the room, his face a mask of concern. Darlene giggled even more at his gesture. She felt giddy and aroused. God, what if he sucked on her toes? She couldn't stop him, and she felt sharp spikes of arousal running down her spine as she lay there and considered it. He swallowed and spoke quietly from the centre of the room. "Are ... are you alright?" he asked her. "I'm fine, silly. What did you think?" she spoke from the bed. "Who? Never mind. I think I know. Why, Darlene?" he asked her quietly. "For you. For me. I wanted to surprise you," the naked girl squirmed a little in her ropes wondering if perhaps she'd made a mistake. Wasn't it every guy's fantasy to have his girlfriend helpless for his affections? She was sensing something odd from Bradley, something she hadn't ever sensed consciously before. Not danger ... he wasn't going to hurt her. Or was he? She tingled again. Bradley bowed his head and sat down heavily on the floor, exactly where Darren had sat earlier. Completely out of reach. "Darlene. I ..." his voice trailed off. "Shhhh. Just come here and touch me. Okay?" Darlene whispered. "I ... I can't," Bradley seemed miserable. "Excuse me? I'm here. Hello? Naked, willing female, tied to her bed?" Darlene couldn't quite understand this reaction. She was prepared for rejection. If he just wanted to release her and then make love, she would have been fine with that. She'd prefer being tied down for it, but simply being helpless this long had aroused her enough. She'd even been prepared for condemnation. Why was the lummox just sitting there when she was up here, willing and able? Didn't make sense. "Perhaps it's better this way," he remarked almost casually. "Huh?" she couldn't think of a more intelligent answer. She was getting a really bad feeling about this. She could sense it. Didn't take women's intuition to see that this wasn't going according to plan. She couldn't even rise off the bed to find out what the matter with him was. She pulled at her bound ankles. "Darlene?" he seemed at a loss for words. He never was at a loss for words. There was only one reason for his hesitation and she knew what it was. Somehow, she simply knew. She'd been through this before, though never tied down naked to a bed. Her heart began to beat faster than her arousal had previously driven it. She could hear her own pulse pounding in her ears. "Please no. Not like this," Darlene raised her head, trying to see Bradley more clearly. He wasn't looking at her. "Darlene? I ... I appreciate this. More than you can know. And I really wish that I could take advantage of you like that. But I can't," he spoke with regret filling his words. "Bradley? Let me go? Come untie me and we'll talk," the inevitability of talk was sinking into her. She didn't want to talk, especially not about what she feared this was about. But she couldn't do anything about it if he truly wanted to talk to her. May as well accept it, for now. Maybe she could still reason with him. The insistent throbbing was still buried between her thighs where she had no hope of reaching without his help. He took a deep breath and sat still, not making the move she had suggested. The damn ropes bit into her wrists and ankles. God, how could she have been so dumb? How could she have let herself be so vulnerable? So helpless? Christ. Why hadn't she worn old clothes at least? Something he could have cut off her if it all worked out? At least she'd be clothed now. Who had these kinds of talks when you are defenceless and naked? She was at a loss, completely off balance mentally. "I ... we have to talk, Darlene. We do. I tried to tell you earlier," Bradley's voice began earnestly. Tears came in a rush to her face. She lay back her head into the pillows. Not much she could do about this if he wouldn't untie her. Tears of frustration had formed in her eyes. All her previous arousal had finally faded to a slight pulse between her legs. She felt cheated and frustrated. Even her sensitive nipples had flattened on her still heaving bare breasts. "Bradley, please untie me," Darlene spoke to the ceiling. She knew what was going to happen, and it was probably inevitable, but she couldn't do anything about it while tied to this damn bed. She fought down a flash of anger. Anger wasn't going to get her anywhere, either. "It's better if you are like that. Do you want me to cover you?" he asked gently. Anger welled up again at his suggestion. "I want you to untie me," she struggled again unsuccessfully for the authoritative hint in her voice. Her words came out like a pleading whine, at least to her ears. She pulled ineffectually at her bonds, chafing her wrists. "If I do, then you'll hug me and kiss me and try to make me change my mind. And I will. I won't be able to help it. But it's not right. I'll untie you after we talk. Okay?" he almost pleaded with her. She held her anger in check, pulling again at her wrists. She shook her head. It wasn't okay, but there wasn't much she could do about it. The bitch of it was, he was right. She would do everything he said she would to avoid a disagreement. Then, she'd never know what this really was about. Maybe she could salvage this. She'd listen to him, and she'd tell him whatever he wanted to hear, as she should have done from the moment she had telephoned him to begin this mess. She just hoped that it wasn't about what she thought it was. She unconsciously tried to turn towards him, but her left wrist and ankle prevented that. She turned her head, seeing his face over her right arm. "Darlene ... we ... God, this is hard. We can't see each other anymore," he spoke in a whisper so low she wasn't even sure she'd heard correctly. Maybe she simply didn't want to hear it. Even though she'd been expecting it, she suddenly felt insecure, helpless to stop it. It was a tidal wave of emotion washing over her and she couldn't even move to avoid it. Her heart skipped a beat. She loved Bradley, or she thought she did. How couldn't he love her back? She forced back the tears and tried to speak in a normal voice. Weird situation, normal voice. "Was it this?" He looked up, confused. She saw his confusion and raised her right wrist as far as the ropes allowed. She wanted to make sure it wasn't this display that had spooked him, though she knew in her heart that it wasn't. She'd been sensing this for a week or so, and unconsciously thought that this sexual stunt might pull him back to her. She wanted it too, with all her heart, but she wouldn't have risked it yet if she hadn't been sensing a withdrawal from him lately. Realisation of her behaviour flooded over her with the clarity of a biblical revelation. She felt ashamed that she'd not realised sooner. Like before she'd fallen into this mess. He smiled weakly. "Darlene, it isn't that. Actually, in other circumstances, I'd be all over you." She felt a tingle race through her body at his words. She shivered, not wanting to feel that way right now. "What then?" she spoke quietly to him. "I do love you ..." he began quietly. She felt like screaming at him, "Then what's the damn problem?" but she knew it wouldn't do any good. It would only make him hate her. She swallowed as his voice trailed off. She found her voice as it trembled from her throat. "Someone else?" He nodded miserably. She felt betrayed. She'd been seeing him for over a year. Sure it was a high school romance, but dammit she deserved some loyalty. Look what she'd done for him. What other girl would tie herself to a bed for him? She pulled in frustration at the ropes holding her. Maybe it was best that she was tied down. She would have slapped him. Maybe he deserved it, maybe not. But either way slapping him would have been wrong. It wasn't as though he'd ravaged her and *then* told her. For once he was actually trying to be a gentleman. His only fault was that he just wouldn't untie her. Hot tears ran down her face as she struggled to control her raging emotions. If he would just untie her. "Please Bradley. Untie me," she pleaded through her tears. "Darlene, I'm sorry." She couldn't tell if he was sorry for not untying her or sorry about his betrayal. She sighed as she fell back into the pillows under her head. She wanted up from this bed. She wanted her clothes. She wanted Bradley back. Part of her was telling her good riddance, but most of her was aching. "Who is she?" Darlene asked again to the ceiling. There was a silence from the man she thought she knew so well. She squirmed around after a few minutes, again trying to adjust her position. So shamelessly open. "Bradley? Who is she?" she repeated quietly. "I ... I can't." "I'll know eventually, and I promise I won't do anything stupid," she whispered as tears again overtook her senses. "You won't know," he mumbled. She licked her lips. "I have to know. I deserve to know." But she didn't want to know. Not really. "It's not just someone else, Darlene. You'll be going to university next year. I won't. You'll meet new people. I ... I can't do long distance relationships. You knew that." I didn't, Darlene thought to herself bitterly. Do you think I'd have put myself in this position if I had known that? She took a deep breath. "Why now, Bradley? Why with me like this? Please untie me," she pulled again at her bound ankles in frustration. "I tried, Darlene. I thought we'd be alone without your parents. I didn't know you'd be like that. I just wanted to talk to you. I tried ..." his voice trailed off as though he was ashamed of keeping her like this. Darlene sighed. He was right. She'd put herself into this. He was simply taking advantage of it. He wasn't leering at her or anything. He was just taking advantage of having her immobile to talk to her. She was well known for avoiding an argument. How many guys would give their eye teeth to break up with a captive female? No worries about being slapped. Plus, she had to listen to him, like it or not. "Who is she?" she repeated through her tears. At least she wasn't sobbing. Instead, big fat tears slowly rolled down her face. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't wipe at them. They simply rolled slowly and unheeded down her cheeks. Bradley ignored the question, continuing in hushed tones. "And we aren't quite right for one another. I'm ... I'm not sure I'm in love with you anymore." "I still love you," Darlene spoke almost by instinct and without hesitation. She thought she did still love him. A part of her did, anyway. "But that isn't enough, Dar. Don't you see that?" Bradley implored her. She did. She didn't want to, but she could see that. Her love wasn't enough to build a relationship. He had to love her, too. She couldn't love for the both of them. She'd been blind, just like Darren had been trying to tell her. When was she going to learn to trust Darren? If she'd listened to him, instead of forcing the issue, she wouldn't be tied to this damn bed. These words had been coming for a while, and she'd been ignoring the warning signs and avoiding the issues with Bradley. Just like she always did. Darren had seen it. He just didn't know when it would happen. He'd probably seen it a year ago. He'd tried to warn her and she hadn't listened. She cried for a while silently on the bed. Bradley sat and tried not to look at the girl he'd loved. Darlene knew that he hadn't wanted to hurt her, but these things hurt. No matter if the girl was tied to a bed and frustrated, or not. She turned her head, sensing that this was it. It was over. Completely. Irresistibly. Over. There was nothing more she could do. She would accept that, given time. "Bradley?" she called quietly. He looked up at her face. "Who is she? The other girl?" she pleaded. For some reason it was important to her. She wanted to know as much as she didn't. She half expected to hear that it was her best friend. That would have capped off this lovely afternoon. He spoke quietly, flushed. "His name is Adrian. You don't know him." Her mind whirled at the words, not quite understanding, but understanding too well. She'd caught him a number of times looking too fiercely at a guy on the street - guys she'd look at if she'd seen them first or wasn't with Bradley. It made sense now. She knew that somewhere deep inside herself, had she been looking at a woman that way what it would mean. But she hadn't seen it. Hadn't guessed. Hadn't realised. God, at least she'd protected herself when Bradley and her had first ... oh God. Bradley rose to his feet and walked over to her. He tried to keep his eyes on her face but didn't quite succeed. She felt a hot flush rising over her as he approached. "I loved you, Darlene. And I didn't want to hurt you. I never cheated on you," he spoke as softly as a summer breeze. She still loved his voice. She swallowed. He'd hurt her badly. But she'd survive. She always had survived before. Her tears fell hard down her face and into her hair and the pillow beneath. She wanted to curl up, to forget about today, to lie in the dark, make it go away, and cry all night. She couldn't even bring her arms in to hug herself. Bradley bent and softly kissed her wet cheek. "But I love him more," he whispered into her ear. She felt his fingers scrabbling at her wrist, attempting to let her free finally from her bonds. She swallowed, a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away. Her brain wasn't functioning properly. "Just go," she whispered. He continued to work at Darren's knots. She tried to pull her hand away from his touch and succeeded in only tugging the knots from his fumbling fingers. "Bradley? Just go. Please?" she begged through her tears. She didn't want him to see her like this any longer. He rose silently to his feet, looking one last time into her tear streaked face. "Are you going to he alright?" he asked. She nodded. "Somebody will untie me. Probably Darren. I don't care. Just go." He turned one last time, asking a different question with the same words, "Are you going to be alright?" "I hope so," she responded in a whisper before the tears that she couldn't wipe away flowed from her eyes again. She vaguely heard the front door close quietly in the silent house as she lay on her bed and wept. *** She'd regained some sanity after a few more hours stuck on her bed. She had enough sense to try and hope that Darren showed up before her parents. God, how would she explain this? She wished that she'd let Bradley release her. She wished for so many things that she ached. She pulled for the millionth time at the cords holding her down. What a stupid, stupid idea. But she didn't regret it. Not really. She at least had time to think. She lay there, feeling her bed, feeling her helplessness, aware of her body. Her face, dirty and tear streaked, stared up at her ceiling in the fading light. Afternoon was quickly fading to evening. The phone had rung twice since Bradley had left. She idly wondered who it had been. Her parents? Darren? Or Bradley? She mentally shrugged. Not much she could do about it. They'd leave a message if it was important. She would regret it if she'd missed a call from Bradley, but perhaps it was for the best. Her arms ached from her immobility, and her feet had fallen asleep a while ago. What if nobody came by to release her? What if Darren and her parents stayed out all night? She felt fatalistic and helpless lying there. Not much else she could do. They'd come home eventually. She just hoped that it was Darren, first. She closed her eyes and dozed, fending off another wave of grief. *** The soft closing of the front door woke her from a hazy dream of flowers and hay. A summer rainstorm had been approaching and, someone, she couldn't remember who, was waiting for her in the hay. Her mind was still a little foggy. Linda? She didn't know anyone named Linda. She held her breath, hoping beyond hope that the front door had been Darren. It was pitch dark in the room. Her night vision hadn't kicked in yet and night had fallen while she had slept. In other circumstances she might have fantasised a blindfold and been aroused, but now the darkness was simply frightening. She glanced over. Her bedroom door was wide open; she could see the soft glow of the night light her parents kept in the main bathroom through the open doorway. Bradley hadn't closed her bedroom door on his way out. If it was her parents she'd have some explaining to do. If it was a burglar, well not much she could do about that either. Prepare to be raped. She shuddered at the thought. Her earlier fantasies were far less palatable in the middle of the night. The front door had been shut with care to be silent. Still could be anyone. It was only because she'd been in a light doze that she'd awakened at all. She couldn't tell if it was one set of feet or two climbing the stairs. Her parents? Her brother? Someone more sinister? A male form silhouetted in her door frame. Her breath caught in her throat as she envisioned the big dark-clothed break-and-enter artist who wouldn't hesitate to break and enter her. She shuddered. She didn't want to be raped. She silently prayed to herself and bit back her voice that wanted to scream out in terror. A tiny moan escaped her throat. "Darlene? You awake?" a male voice spoke quietly. It took her a moment to place the whisper. She tried to calm her hammering heart. She swallowed and nodded. Realising that her nod couldn't be seen in the dim glow of the clock radio and the bathroom night light, she whispered instead. "I'm awake." He stepped into the room quietly. She could hear his stocking feet whispering against her carpet. She flexed her numb toes. She was thirsty beyond belief. "Oh my God. You're still tied there?" Darren whispered to her as he settled onto her bed. She nodded. This time he was close enough to see her. She couldn't see well in this light but her night vision was improving the longer her eyes remained open. His night vision was probably improving as well. "What happened?" he asked urgently as his fingers found her right wrist. "I knew this was ..." She cut him off from saying the equivalent of "I told you so." "Bradley broke up with me," she spoke quietly. Her words again brought tears to her eyes and this time she began to sob as she hadn't allowed herself to since Bradley had left her. Darren's fingers abandoned her wrist leaving her bound. He gathered her into his arms as best he could and hugged her tight. "I'm so sorry, Sis. I may not have liked him, but I knew he was important to you." She cried on his shirt until her shoulders ached so much that she had to lower herself back to the bed. She wanted out of the ropes, wanted to be held properly. She lay still while he released her. It didn't take long, even though he left her bedroom lights off and had to work some of the knots through by feel alone. She sat up crying, reaching for her brother. He moved to get up. "Please? Where are you going?" she asked quietly through her tears. Her voice betrayed her concern that she'd disappointed him so much that he was going to leave her, the same as Bradley had. She accepted it, couldn't blame him, but it made her cry even worse. She felt so terribly alone. "Just getting you a robe," his soft voice came from above her. She reached and pulled his sleeve. In the darkness he couldn't see her anyway. And she didn't care. She'd been nude the entire day. She wasn't shy. She wanted to be held now more than she wanted clothing. She cried out softly as feeling began to return to her numb hands and feet. He settled back to the bed and let her melt into his strong arms. He gently stroked her hair as she cried, letting her soak the shoulder of his rugby shirt with her hot tears. They rocked silently together for an hour or so, words unnecessary, until she finally sighed and squirmed out of his arms. She was mostly cried out. There simply weren't any more tears. She knelt up on the bed facing him, knees pressed tightly together, her hands clasped together in her lap. "You were right," she whispered. "It was a dumb thing to do." "He didn't ..." Darren began awkwardly. She shook her head. "But he left you like that? Jesus Christ. I'll tear him limb from limb." His voice was full of anger and hurt. He couldn't understand, couldn't imagine what Darlene had been through this unusual afternoon. Rage seethed behind his eyes at Bradley. How could he have done something like that? "Darren. You can't. You can't hurt him. He tried to untie me. I wouldn't let him," she softly explained. Darlene watched silently as the sudden anger faded behind his face. His face became softer and more concerned for her. Darren just stared at his sister as his anger faded. She'd never cease to surprise him. Here she was protecting the guy that had just dumped and rejected her. Despite her trembling, her inner strength was ... admirable. "I. I wasn't exactly thinking straight. It was my fault," Darlene continued with regret in her voice. She could see his remorse flashing across his open features. She wasn't quick enough to prevent him from speaking softly. "I'm so sorry, Darlene. I shouldn't have left you." For perhaps the first time in their lives, he'd failed her. He hadn't been there to protect her when she had desperately needed him. His voice was brimming with his regrets. Darren leaned forward and kissed Darlene gently on her wet cheek. She was still crying gently, but most of it was out of her system. She wiped gently at her eyes, finally having the freedom to do so. She kissed his cheek softly, accepting his apology though it wasn't required or expected as far as she was concerned. Her eyes felt heavy from the tears that still leaked slowly from them. She felt drained, emotionally and physically. "You need some sleep, kiddo," he remarked gently as he held her. "I've been resting and sleeping all day. What time is it?" she asked. "3:30 in the morning." "Excuse me?" she exclaimed in disbelief. "3:30 in the morning," he repeated, turning her clock radio and pointing at it glowing in the darkness. Sure enough, it winked out '3:28 AM' at her in dim red digits. "Oh my God. Where's Mom and Dad?" "Asleep in their room, I guess," Darren spoke softly. "As we ought to be." "You're kidding." They had to pass her room to get to theirs. They couldn't help but see their daughter naked and roped to her bed. Her door had been wide open. Why hadn't they woken her and freed her? "Have you ever known them to be out later than midnight?" he ventured. He didn't want to upset Darlene, but he couldn't lie to her either. The parents were home. No doubt about it. Their car had been in the driveway as he had quietly walked in. "Christ," she swore to herself. "We'll deal with it tomorrow, if there is anything to deal with. Go to bed. Okay? Things will look better in the morning," Darren tried to reassure her. She reluctantly crawled between the covers that she'd laid upon most of the day. She realised with a start that she was cold, her nipples aching as they touched the cool sheets. She didn't bother with her night-gown. Her family respected her privacy as long as her door was closed. Even Darren knocked. She pulled the covers up to her chin and curled up like a kitten. Darren tucked the sheets around her body. Again, he kissed her cheek, softly. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Me too," she answered as he slipped out of her room and shut the door quietly. *** She hadn't done this for years. But she couldn't sleep. The tears wouldn't stop and she didn't want to cry herself to sleep again. She had to distract herself, somehow. She felt her fingers trailing over her bare skin, igniting her through her tears. Her nipples, aroused despite her weariness and sadness reacted to her soft pinches. She knew what and where to touch herself despite her long absence from this simple pleasure. She gasped quietly as her fingers found her soft, firm, moist lower lips. She wasn't very surprised that she was aroused down there either. Her finger found her clitoris, swollen and ready for her touch. She slowly circled herself, caressing her breasts softly while her middle finger slowly stroked sensually between her legs and deep inside. Shivering, she tilted her head back and arched her body as though accepting a lover. Her mind was filled with images of her bound to the bed all afternoon, her danger, her vulnerability, her helplessness, her absolute trust. She had been stupid, she knew that, but she was still here, inviolate, alive and well. She'd learned something about herself. She silently sent up a thank-you to the angels who had watched over her today. Her breathing slowly increased as she teased herself. She knew her own rhythms and knew her point of release. She held herself there, relishing her freedom but still feeling the soft constricting ropes against her wrists and ankles. She concentrated on her light dancing finger tips, on her hardened nipples, on her soft belly, on her aching centre. Her mind exploded in a thousand blue lights as her climax crashed over her. She struggled to control her voice, not wanting to wake the house with unbridled cries of passion. She pressed her hand over her mouth to help. Her fingers continued to stimulate her senses until the last involuntary muscle contraction had taken her. She finally collapsed exhausted back into the pillows, letting out her breath and moaning quietly to herself. As the relaxation and peace from her climax flowed over her body she knew that she'd be fine. She'd go on, and there would be a tomorrow. She still felt the loss, but it would fade. Her consciousness faded and she fell into a restless sleep. *** "You were home late," her father remarked at the breakfast table. There was only a slight edge of accusation in his voice. She was getting too old to baby any longer. It was getting to the point that she could make mature decisions on her own, at least in his eyes. The rope marks had faded from her wrists and ankles as she had slept, only a faint red mark betrayed her activities of the previous afternoon. Her eyes glued to her right wrist and the faint red line there as her fingers grasped her cereal spoon tightly. In a quick flash of irritation she almost snapped that she'd been home before Darren - that she'd never even left the house. She almost remarked that he'd been the one to wander in at 2:30 in the morning, not her. She caught a quick mischievous smile from her brother across the table. She took a deep breath and shot him a glance of malice. Why he always got away with being late, she'd never figure out. They were the same age after all. Because he was male. She knew that it was inevitable to be treated differently. As a female she was more vulnerable? It wasn't fair. But she hadn't exactly proven the point yesterday. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she replied quietly. She slowly realised that her parents had assumed that her darkened room had been empty. Perhaps it had been. She wanted to forget yesterday's unusual afternoon, but she knew that she never would. Darren smiled gently at her when their father glanced back at his paper. 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