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 Jordy Stories - Part Three - My Curious Little Sister

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   Jordy Stories - Part 3 - My Curious Little Sister

   By Jordan Bradders

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   When I was eleven years old, I joined the Boy Scouts.  I was very
excited.  One of the first things they had me do was learn to tie knots,
starting with the square knot, which was one of the joining requirements. I
had to master several others over the next few months, including the two
half-hitch, bowline, clove hitch, sheet bend, taut line, and timber hitch.
I was an essentially fatherless boy, and wanted desperately to impress my
Scoutmaster.  I became obsessed with knots.  As a result, there were
lengths of rope all over the house.

   My sister, one year younger than me, became interested and asked me to
show her some knots.  Tina seemed to have an affinity for knot-tying, and
was soon able to tie most of them faster and better than I could, probably
because our mom had taught her to knit and crochet.  It was fun to have
someone to practice with so I didn't let myself get too annoyed.  She
seemed to especially enjoy tying each knot around my wrist.

   One evening, Tina walked in on me in the shower.  She was sitting on the
closed toilet seat when I stepped out.  That was a surprise because we
weren't the kind of family that walked around naked or used the bathroom
together.  I covered up with a towel and told her to get out but she just
sat there, smiling.  She recited a short list of bad things I had done, a
few of which were pretty serious and said she'd been trying to decide
whether to tell our mom about them.  I knew I'd be in serious trouble if
she did and was worried that my mom would ground me from Scouts.  I said
I'd do anything.  That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

   She told me to stand in front of her and drop the towel.  I was a year
older and several inches taller but did as she said.  In truth, I was a bit
excited, and it showed.  My dick stiffened in front of her.  She told me to
stand still then reached out and touched it.  She flinched when it jerked,
but didn't pull her hand away.  I was a good Catholic boy and knew this was
wrong, but it felt good and I was enjoying it.  I rationalized that she was
forcing me but the truth is I would have let her do it anyway.

   After she played with my dick for a while she told me to turn around and
examined my backside.  She was apparently less interested in that and had
me turn back around.  Then she had me raise my arms and examined my
underarms carefully.  She commented on the fact that I had no body hair at
all.  I was really jealous when she said that she was already growing hair
under her arms and between her legs and had asked our mom to teach her to
shave her legs.  When I asked if I could see, she smirked and said "Maybe
if you're good."

   I thought I already knew the answer, but asked anyway.  "So now you
won't tell mom?"

   She laughed and said "I have one more thing I want you to do.  Then I
promise I won't tell mom.  Not about that stuff, anyway." I was already
thinking of ways to mitigate the damage if she did tell but I repeated that
I'd do anything she said.

   After she walked out I put on my robe and hurried to my room, anxious to
get rid of incriminating evidence.  I was horrified to find that my stash
of "men's magazines," some of which featured naked men, was gone from their
hiding place at the back of my closet, along with several knives and a
handgun.  I knew she had me by the balls, so to speak.

   The next evening she told me what she wanted.  The following Saturday,
our mom was planning to take her and our two younger siblings on one of her
shopping expeditions.  I couldn't go because of my afternoon paper route
and hated shopping anyway.  Tina planned to say she was sick that morning.
We would have the house to ourselves all day.  She promised that if I did
everything she said she would give me back my things and would never tell
our mom.  I had no choice but to trust her.

   Saturday morning, everything went as planned.  Mom was annoyed, but she
never questioned Tina when she said she was sick.  After all, it wasn't
like Tina was trying to get out of going to school.  She had been looking
forward to this trip.  In fact, I held out some hope that mom would
postpone the shopping expedition until Tina could go, but that didn't
happen.

   Tina was smart.  She waited a half-hour to be sure mom hadn't forgotten
anything, and then told me to go upstairs and take a shower.  "Do a good
job, big brother.  I want you nice and clean." She told me not to get
dressed again, but to go into her room and wait.  I did as I was told.

   I was both nervous and excited.  I heard her on the phone downstairs,
but didn't think anything of that.  It seemed like she was always on the
phone.  I sat on her bed and waited.

   My dick stiffened when I heard her on the stairs.  When she walked into
the room, she had some of my ropes in her hands.  She told me to take off
my robe and lie on my back on the four-poster canopy bed.  I looked at her
quizzically but didn't resist at all as she tied my wrists and ankles to
her bedposts.  To be honest, being tied up naked excited me, though I
wasn't sure why.

   She reached out and gave my dick a little flick then walked out of the
room, laughing.  Once she was gone I pulled at the ropes, but I'd done a
good job and she'd learned well.  They were excellent knots.

   After a while, I heard voices downstairs.  I recognized them
immediately. Tina's friends.  "What the fuck?" I soon heard more than one
set of footsteps on the stairs.  Tina came in first.  She was grinning and
had my Scout neckerchief in her hands.  She told me to lift my head, and
then blindfolded me.  Then she told me to be a good boy, and covered my
face with a pillow.

   For the next hour or so she and her friends poked and prodded me.  One
of them wanted to examine my anus, so Tina had me lift up while she put
some pillows under my back.  Once in a while, someone would pinch my nipple
or pull at my dick or squeeze my balls.  They would laugh when I flinched
or moaned or begged them not to do that again, but nobody really hurt me.
Mostly I think they were just curious and seemed to like the idea of having
Tina's "big brother" helpless in front of them.  They talked about me like
I wasn't there, though every once in a while Tina would lean down and
whisper in my ear.  Toward the end she said "You're doing a good job,
Jordy. You can play with me later if you want."

   All of their touching was making me horny as hell.  After a while, I
heard Tina say "Watch this." Apparently, she'd done more than take my
magazines, but had also done some research.  While her friends watched, she
stroked my dick.  It was only about three inches long, and about as thick
as one of those big pencils, so her hand was pretty much always around my
circumcised head.  I was quickly moaning and after only a few seconds I had
an orgasm.  I hadn't yet developed the ability to produce semen but my dick
twitched and my body writhed around.  The girls could see the effect it had
on me.  This time, they didn't laugh.  None of them had ever seen anything
like that.  I suspect they all touched themselves later.

   The show was over at that point.  Some of the girls touched my now soft
dick, and one commented on how small it was when it wasn't hard.  If they'd
stuck around a little longer, they would have seen it hard again, but by
that time they were gone.  I was still horny, and desperate to touch
myself, but couldn't.

   I lay there for about 30 minutes before Tina came back.  She removed the
pillows and blindfold, but didn't untie me.  Then she closed the door and
took her own clothes off.  Soon she was standing at the foot of the bed,
naked, giving me a good look.  She had tiny breast buds but as she had
said, a small thatch of wispy hair grew above her mound.  She raised her
arms and showed me some fine hair there, as well.  She laughed when my dick
twitched.

   She lay down next to me, and whispered "I like you this way, Jordy. 
Tied up.  Helpless.  She tickled me under my arms and on my belly, like we
did when we were younger, then slipped her hand down a bit further and
stroked my dick.  "I like how it's hard and soft at the same time." She
bent it painfully, then giggled and asked "Does that hurt?" She played with
me like that for a while, kissing and licking me all over, occasionally
pinching my nipples or squeezing my little, hairless balls.  When she
licked my armpit, I laughed so hard I hurt one of my wrists.

   She got up and got dressed, and told me where my magazines were.  Then
she untied my right wrist and left, saying she'd be at one of her friends'
houses.  She got away before I could tell her I wasn't mad and would let
her tie me up again if she wanted.

   She never did.  Her friends looked at me differently, and in later
years, I dated a few of them with mixed success.  But Tina never
acknowledged what we'd done and never wanted to do it again even when I
told her I wanted to.  That was a shame, because she ended up taking after
our mother and developed into a stunningly beautiful young woman.

  
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