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young people playing and exploring in a sexual and, sometimes, unruly way
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   Conversations with a man from the North.

   A tale from Krisnjamie

   Like many people I decided on a gap year before university.  I wasn't
alone of course.  Many of my friends and my twin brother Jamie also decided
on a gap year.

   During that year I did a bit of temporary office work but I had a good
deal of time on my hands and I spent much of that spare time online.

   It was during that time I first came across Jay.  We met up in some
forum or other.  Found we had a mutual obsession with one particular
subject and ended up first emailing each other and then conversing on msn
messenger.

   Within a few weeks we were like good buddies who had known each other
years.  We hadn't of course and that newness, together with the probability
that we would never actually meet up, allowed us to be frank and open with
each other on many fronts.

   At that time I was 18.  Much the same height and shape as I am now. 
Around 5'9 fairly trim with a rash of dirty blonde hair and baby blue eyes.
Jamie, my twin, is now as he was then, 5'11 and fit.  Jamie also shares my
hair and eye colour.

   I told him about the games of dare that Jamie and I had undertaken as we
grew up.  I told him about my early sexual experiments and, unusually, I
also let him know about my rape at the hands of multiple "friends" when I
was 13.

   The thing about Jay was, well he never pressured me.  Never delved too
deep and was gentle around questions or subjects which he considered might
be unpleasant.  The result was that I trusted him with many secrets,
dreams, ambitions and hopes and, in return, he shared his innermost
thoughts with me.  Or some of them at least.

   It wasn't long before we were exchanging little dares with each other,
an addiction of mine that he thoroughly enjoyed, and then relaying our
experiences when we next chatted online.

   Jamie was aware of my new found friend and, I think, even joined in one
or two of the conversations.

   I'm not sure entirely how the subject came up, but one evening we were
chatting and I suddenly found myself defending Jamie.  I remember typing
the words "of course I can trust Jamie, he has always been there for me."
And I remember getting angry with Jay for suggesting anything else.

   There was a pause before the screen flickered with his response.

   "I dare you to let him have complete control over you." He typed.

   "No problem, what did you have in mind?" I replied.

   Nothing for a few moments and then,

   "You must let Jamie tie you up, properly tie you up that is, and you
must let him decide what you wear for this event."

   With hindsight it was probably not the kind of dare to accept, but back
then I found it virtually impossible to refuse a dare if it came from a
friend or family member.

   I typed "Done" and then sat staring at the screen wondering what would
happen next.

   Jay obviously hesitated for a minute before coming back to me.

   "Fine.  Come look for me when it's done.  I want to know all about it."

   And then he was gone.

   I sat looking at the screen for a few minutes and then heard footsteps
on the stairs outside my room.  Opening the door I found Jamie walking past
towards his own room and I grabbed his arm and dragged him through my
doorway.

   I scrolled the chat box back up and sat him down to read the transcript.
Whilst he read through the conversation, slowly moving the scroll button on
my mouse I hovered behind him waiting impatiently for him to get to the
relevant bit.

   "Wow Kris" he said "You two certainly cover some topics"

   "Uh huh, the bit I want you to read is a bit lower down yet."

   Finally he got there.  I knew when he had read the right bit because he
giggled loudly before slapping his thighs and asking me when I wanted to do
this.

   I asked him whether he was sure and his response was

   "aw c'mon sis, you know you can trust me.  You even told Jay how much
you could trust me." And with that he winked at me.

   We decided that the following day would be good.  Neither of us had
anything planned.  The weather had been terrible for days and was set to
stay terrible for a bit longer and both parents would be out of the house
all day.  That agreed Jamie asked where I kept my bikinis so that he could
decide which one I was to wear.  I laughed it off but he reminded me that
the dare was for him to choose the clothing too and I gave in, guiding him
to the bottom drawer of my chest of drawers in the process.

   Much fumbling later he pulled out both halves of an old favourite of
mine.  Now slightly faded red with tie sides on the bottoms and tie straps
for the top.  It was a simple affair.  Simple and brief.

   I looked at the chosen bikini.

   "Jamie, are you sure that's what you want me to wear?" I asked

   "Trust me sis" he said as he backed out of my room closing the door
behind him.

   The next morning I was up fairly early and was tidying up in the kitchen
when Jamie appeared at the door.

   "Morning Sis, do I have time for breakfast before I tie you up?"

   "You don't have to do this if you don't want to Jamie.  I can just tell
Jay that we decided not to." I tried

   "No way" he said "it's ages since I got a look at that body of yours,
gotta be worth the effort of a few knots." He laughed and then, looking at
his watch said "shall we make it 10.30 in your room?"

   I nodded my agreement and left.

   By the time 10.30 arrived I had turned up the heating in my room and
changed into that faded red bikini.  When Jamie came in, without knocking,
I was sat on the edge of my bed.

   He grinned broadly and told me to make myself comfortable on the bed.

   I lay on my back feeling very self conscious as my brother looked me
over.  He tied my right wrist first, looping the nylon rope he had found
over the end of the bed and securing it to the bed head.  Walking round the
foot of the bed he performed the same manoeuvre on my left wrist, this time
pulling the rope taught.  He then went back to the other side and made that
rope taught too so that I was lying with my arms stretched above me.

   Grinning broadly he went to the foot of the bed and tied first my left
ankle and then my right.  Then he proceeded to tie each ankle to the
respective bed legs, once again pulling the ropes taught so that I was more
or less spread eagled.

   He clambered over the foot of the bed and knelt between my legs.  He
licked his lips and I shouted at him to stop and to remember that I was his
sister.

   He turned his palms to face my inner leg and slowly allowed his hands to
travel up, past my knees and slowly on to the tops of my thighs.  He
stopped just before making contact with my bikini bottoms.

   He then moved up, straddling my hips and allowing his weight to press
down on my groin area as he did so.  He dry humped me for a few strokes
before clambering past my hips and sitting astride my chest with his knees
pressing into the sides of my cotton covered breasts.

   "Ok" I said "You have had you fun now.  I think you had better untie
me."

   "Not a chance sis.  Now lie still and enjoy this."

   As he spoke he leaned forward with what seemed to be a silk scarf in his
hand.  Moments later he had firmly secured it over my eyes and I was blind.

   I don't know if the senses really do compensate for a missing sense, or
if they can compensate so quickly, but I am sure that everything seemed so
much more sensitive, loud and aromatic from that moment on.  I could hear
every rustle of the bedclothes, feel every breath of air on my bare skin
and smell the first traces both of sweat and arousal from my brother.

   I was still coming to terms with these sensations when he abruptly
clambered off the bed and left the room yelling back at me not to go
anywhere.

   I remember lying there waiting and wondering what would happen next.  I
know that my mind started to drift a little before I heard the door give a
tell take creak and I realised that I had company once again.

   I took a deep breath and waited for whatever he would do next.

   I heard slow footsteps approach the bed and I felt eyes on me.

   Then the side of the bed dipped as weight was applied and my waist was
straddled.  Jeans, definitely jeans, but not Jamie.  Far too light.  I
asked who was there.  No reply.  I asked again, louder this time, and a
finger pressed down against my lips urging me to silence.

   I felt the roughness of the denim as the body moved back into position
straddling my waist and then I felt cool soft hands run across the bare
flesh of my stomach.  I shivered then.

   Slowly and gently they covered the area beneath my bikini top before
gaining the courage to run fingertips over the cotton triangles covering my
breasts.

   I was sure that this was a girl but had no real idea who.

   Miss X continued to gently caress my breasts through the material of my
bikini top and I became suddenly aware of the hardness of my nipples.  At
around the same time I could hear my breathing get louder and, at least I
was fairly certain about this, I thought the breathing pattern of my
masseur was also changing.

   I don't really know how long this continued but I do remember biting my
lip to keep from uttering audible reactions to my now rock hard nipples
being stroked beneath the cotton top.

   Suddenly I became aware of the door opening again.  More footsteps and
then Jamie's voice.

   "You know I think she is enjoying that."

   No reply, just continued stroking of my breasts through the thin cotton
top.

   Jamie spoke again.

   "Kris must be getting hot and uncomfortable.  Why don't you take off
that top."

   I opened my mouth but decided against speaking.

   The small hands left my breasts and squeezed under my body searching for
the ties around my back.  I remember arching my body to assist and, at the
same time, thinking that I would be undressed in front of Jamie.  Too late.
I felt the hands grasp the ties and tug them gently undone.  The body
weight moved as the hands reached up behind my neck and undid that tie
also. The body weight settled back into position and I was acutely aware of
the lack of substance in the cotton material now simply lying over my
breasts.

   The hands started moving across my stomach again but this time, as they
rose, they simply moved the covering off to one side and I gasped as the
slightly cooler air sought out my erect nipples.

   I was aware of Jamie speaking and I tuned back in.

   "....nice, just like radio dials.  Probably need tuning in don't you
think?"

   His words were still registering when fingers gripped my nipples and
twisted them gently from side to side, probably no more than a quarter turn
each but enough to make my body react and heave.

   "You know, I think she likes that." Jamie said "but I can't help
thinking that you are wearing too much.  Take off your shirt."

   The hands left me and I had visions of those same fingers fumbling with
buttons.

   I heard, or at least I thought I heard, material moving.  I definitely
heard Jamie tell my masseur to remove her bra and then the hands were back.
Teasing my nipples very directly.  They were becoming hot, almost sore, but
sore in a good kind of way.

   More instructions from Jamie.

   "Ok, keep up the good work on those nipples.  The tits seem to be
enjoying it.  But climb over here for a minute."

   Weight shifted awkwardly.  Hands pressed down on my breasts to steady my
masseur in this manoeuvre but it was soon apparent that her ministrations
to my breasts were now from a position at the side of my bed.

   I heard a zipper slowly moving.  I heard cloth moving and a gasp, just a
small one, but definitely a gasp.  Then the bed tipped again and I knew
that she was coming back.

   I felt her bare leg against mine and then, as she lowered her weight to
straddle me once more I felt a brush of pubic hair just above the line of
my bikini bottoms.  Whoever she was she was naked.  I had a naked girl
sitting astride me and playing with my breasts.

   Jamie murmured occasional words of encouragement but seemed to be
content to just watch the show as this girl played with my breasts
generally and my nipples in particular.

   My nipples were now so sensitive that even the briefest draught was a
strong sensation.  I wondered how long this could continue and how long I
could stand the increasing pain from the manipulations.

   Jamie spoke again.

   "ummm this really doesn't seem fair to me.  I mean you are naked.  Kris
seems to be wearing too much don't you think."

   "No Jamie, you can't" I yelled out but once again a finger pressed my
lips to silence and I waited nervously as her weight shifted and resettled
over my thighs.

   Slowly she undid first one tie and then the other.  Then, reaching
between my parted legs, she pulled the material out from underneath me and
only when that was free did she lift the front triangle and expose my
nakedness to her and my brother.

   "Sweet" I heard Jamie say "Now lean forward and yank those nipples."

   Weight shifted, her pubic area brushed against mine as she fought to
maintain balance, and she gripped each nipple hard.  She tugged up and
twisted at the same time and a bolt went through me.  Part pain, part
ecstasy.  I was aware of trying to grind my groin up and into her and
fought to control the physical determination, especially in front of Jamie.

   I was aware of her odour now.  Was it just hers or was mine mixed in
there as well?  Probably both.

   I heard Jamie telling her to "use this" I heard a click and a low buzz
starting up but didn't appreciate the significance until something hard and
cold pressed against the outerlips of my pussy.

   "No, don't do this.  Jamie stop her." I cried out.

   His response was calm and measured.

   "Kris, settle back and enjoy it.  I plan to watch you orgasm, I don't
think you have a choice."

   The vibrator slipped inside me.  It obviously wasn't huge but it was
large enough for me to be very aware of its progress.  My masseur now
concentrated her attentions on that area of my body.  She skilfully
manipulated that implement, pushing and pulling and managing a circular
rotation at the same time.  Slowly but surely she was seeking out my
hardening clit and slowly but surely she was bringing me towards that
climax that Jamie was determined to see and I was determined to hide.

   A change in the shadows or something else made me realise that he was
now close to the bed alongside me.

   I was trying to both concentrate on controlling the sensations from my
vibrator assaulted vagina and listen to him and his movements.

   I became aware of another zipper being undone and mild panic set in.

   I heard or imagined or both the sound of his jeans being pushed down.

   I smelt, yes I definitely smelt, aroused man.

   "Suck it"

   Oh my god Jamie wants me to give him a blow job.  But no, weight shifted
once again and it became noisily clear that my masseur was dealing with
that particular command whilst still managing to control that plastic
invader inside my own body.

   "Come on" he shouted "Fuck her with it.  Get her off.  Get her off now."

   I don't know how she could have balanced there.  Maybe Jamie helped hold
her in place, but I could still hear here clearly sucking on his erection
whilst one hand fumbled for, found and abused my right nipple, and the
other started hard rhythmic pumping of the vibrator.

   A few strokes and I came.  I came hard.  Despite the ropes I bucked
against the intruder seeking to maximise the pressure at the crucial
moments and maintain the climax as its peak for as long as possible.  Even
as I did so I realised that Jamie was laughing, that I had given him the
show he wanted and completely lost control of my body.

   As my climax subsided I relaxed back into the bed.  The assault on my
breasts and vagina had ended and the slippery sucking noises had ceased.

   Jamie spoke again.

   "Go to my room and wait for me.  No leave your clothes here, you won't
need them for a while.  Go.  I'll be there in a minute."

   Footsteps moved away from my bed.  The door opened and closed.

   The bed tipped once again as Jamie clambered between my legs.

   I could feel his bare legs pressing outwards against my own bare thighs.

   "Well Sis.  Here you are, naked, wet and available."

   His weight shifted and he lay down on top of me.  I could feel his hard
erect cock pressing into my abdomen.  Could feel his chest pressing down on
my tender nipples.

   He whispered into my ear.

   "It would be so easy to simply fuck you now."

   I didn't know what to say and instead chose to stay silent.  I don't
know if a part of me thought that he would simply do it there and then.  I
don't know if I would have objected.  I'll never know because all he did
was reach out and untie one wrist before rolling off of both me and my bed
and heading out of the room.  I scrambled to get my blindfold off with my
one free hand and was quick enough to glimpse his bare arse framed in the
doorway before he vanished.

   I untied myself, found a bathrobe and, picking my way through the
discarded clothing followed him down the hallway to his own room.

   He looked up and grinned at me as I opened the door.

   A naked girl was tied, spread eagle to his bed.  She was blindfolded and
was sucking furiously on his erection whilst he pumped a vibrator into her
cunt with significant vigour.

   I watched the scene for a few moments before heading off to the
bathroom. It was some time later, downstairs in the lounge, that I had the
benefit of identifying the mystery girl.  It is so much easier to recognise
somebody when they are not wearing a blindfold and their face is not in
particularly close proximity to your brothers' crotch!