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disc.yourwebapps.com/discussio… When I was 13, my step sister Tina, who was 16 at the time, was left in charge over the weekend while our parents went on a little weekend vacation. As I have mentioned before my sister is a real “looker” with long beautiful hair, nice boobs for her age and a killer athletic body that’s hard to ignore. Because of this she also quite arrogant and took great pleasure in bossing me around all day the first day after my parents left. As her “little brother” my sister, for as long as we’ve known each other, had always liked to make a habit of embarrassing me just for fun. Often, in more recent years her favorite thing to do was to tease me with her sexiness wearing skimpy clothing, or prancing around in front of me in her panties just to see my how I’d react. When she was really “feisty” she’d even play wrestle me sometimes, grinding her body against me trying to arouse and overpower me, on occasion even playfully tying me up so I was helpless and at her mercy. Once restrained she’d tickle torture me, or do even worse things, till I was either crying, or she had gotten her jollies out of humiliating me. As we got older it curtailed but still she seemed to relish in the roll of showing me she still had the upper hand. This afternoon she had her girlfriend over and after some time stole away to the backyard to smoke a joint. I knew what was going on even if I hadn’t tried anything like that yet myself. Needless to say, when they both came back inside they were acting very silly and weird. They both were making jokes and playfully teasing me, as was the norm at that time in our lives. Then giggling, my sister brought up a very sore subject that had just happened a few months ago. Right in front of her friend she tells the story of how she caught me in my room one Saturday morning jerking off! She made it as descriptive as she could making sure I was fully embarrassed. I could have killed her! Flush with embarrassment I stood there the subject of ridicule as they made one degrading joke after another laughing hysterically the whole time at my expense. My blood was boiling inside. Later that night I was lying in my room in only my underwear (in an attempt to keep cool since we had no air conditioning) watching TV when I heard a knock on the door. Knowing it was probably my sister or friend I got up making my way to the door to lock it saying I wasn’t dressed and not to come in. Before I could even finish my sentence my sister and her friend burst into my room laughing and giggling tackling me to the ground. Before I could react properly they had me pinned down with my arms behind my back. They obviously had pre-planned this because they proceeded to immediately tie my hands together behind me, then my feet. In only my underwear, screaming to be let go, they rolled me over so I was face up. “What’s up Boner Boy? You playin with yourself again… as usual?” my sister giggled to her friend. I could tell that they had been obviously drinking, and were high by the smell of their breath. “YOU BETTER LET..”, I started to scream out before I was immediately silenced by a hand covering my mouth. My head was held and a wash cloth was pushed into my mouth followed by a rope that was tied around my head gagging me. My muffled screams were barely audible now. They both began to tickle and pinch me all over laughing at my spastic reactions. I squirmed trying to break free from their grasp but the situation was hopeless. They taunted and ticked my sides and leg, and feet mercilessly. “Hmmm what do we have under here little brother?” My sister enthusiastically said as she snapped the waistband of my underwear playfully a few times. “Wanna see my brother’s thingy?” Tina laughed asking her friend. Her friend just laughed back showing her support, taking her cues from Tina. Panicked I wildly struggled to break free with all my might but they had me pinned down quite well nearly sitting on me. I screamed, “You better not or I swear I’ll kill you!!” through my gag to only have it come out on the other side as a series of unintelligible staccato’ed “Mffffh-mmffffh” noises. I was near exhausted from my efforts to break free already. “Hmmm should I, or should I not?”, she inquired almost rhetorically as she snapped away at my waistband of my under shorts. “I should”, she said answering her own question. With that she very slowly began pulling them down. With all the struggling and female contact I felt not only angry and embarrassed but unintentionally aroused by the whole situation. As she slowly slipped my underwear down past my hips it hung up as it made it to my bulge. With an extra little pull the elastic waistband stretched slightly and then popped past my semi-solid penis evoking a harmonious squeal of delight from both girls at the sight of my naked exposed unit. Then my under shorts were pulled all the way down to my ankles leaving me basically stark naked apart from my bound ankles which prevented the full removal of my shorts. I lay exhausted with very little fight left in me at this point. Holding me like this they both took a few moments to take in the details of my naked body and full erection. They seemed quite intrigued with it but not intrigued enough to actually touch it at this point. Instead they resumed tickling me all over causing me to squirm and struggle with my fully exposed erection bouncing around. Unbeknownst to them I was incredibly aroused at this point secretly hoping they would eventually make contact with my now rock hard cock. Being held down like I was it was hard to see who was doing what to me but the tickling and touching got more risqué till I felt hands and fingers brushing against and making direct contact with different areas of my shaft. With each brush against and rub I felt my rod pulse and twitch. “Hmmm seems like Boner Boy may like this a little more than he’ll admit” I heard my sister say as I felt a finger slid up the length of my shaft to the tip. I couldn’t believe this was happening. In between the laughing, taunting, tickling and smacking the touching became more and more excessive till I felt a hands grabbing and squeezing my shaft, even jerking it up and down every once in a while. With my heart beating faster and my breathing becoming more rapid I felt the surge build inside of me till I realized I was coming close to actually having an orgasm. The reality that I just might completely embarrass myself by ejaculating all over myself right in front of both of them hit me hard. I tensed up and concentrated as best I could trying to stop this from happening as they continued to toy, touch and tickle me at will. ‘Oh Lord.. stop.. stop.. stop’ I mumbled to myself through my gag squeezing tight trying to stop the inevitable. Then, I don’t know who did it but one of them tickled the top of my shaft near the head one too many times causing me to pass the threshold of no return. The orgasm hit me hard and I ejaculated hard across my chest and right onto Tina’s face and shirt, who had been lying over my shoulders and neck pinning me down from on top. “Ahhhhhhhh!! Oh my G..!” she screamed out as she jumped off me like lighting leaving me hog tied, writhing around and cumming all over myself on the floor. Tina’s friend let go too and began laughing hysterically at Tina now. “Oh my God.. so gross! Ewe –ewe – ewe!!”, my sister blurted out in disgust as she ran out of the room wanting to wipe her face with her hands but hesitating to do so as if it was acid on her or something. Her friend followed her out laughing all the way down the hall leaving me naked and hopelessly tied up and gagged on the floor still. They left me tied and naked for what felt like forever before returning. In the interim I had managed to get to my feet and hop over to my bed trying to figure out how to get myself lose. Before I got too far my sister came barging back into my room all angry and inflamed over what had just happened, as if any of this was my fault in the first place! I think she was most embarrassed about getting squirted in the face with sperm right in front of her friend and being laughed at because of it. I could tell most of the attitude she was throwing at me now was for show in front of her friend, perhaps in an attempt to gain some respect back. “You’re a dirty dirty little boy!!”, she yelled at me. I would have yelled back but my gag stifled that. “I’m going to give you what dirty little boys deserve!” she said with a smirk on her face looking at her friend. With that she grabbed me and pulled me over her lap spanking my naked butt over and over till it hurt like heck! She spanked me till my butt was bright red and felt like it was on fire! After that she threw me on the bed and told me I could lie there like that all night. I was left naked, sticky, spanked and humiliated in my bed for seemingly hours. Eventually I managed to break free of my binds. Once I gained my composure all I could think of was sweet sweet revenge. My arrogant step sister was about to get something she probably never anticipated. Vengeance! And boy was she going to get it good…
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This, however, was not what she’d been expecting.
She eyed up the two holes in the ‘wall’ display, encapsulated by a golden portrait frame.
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Hailey laid upon the bench and heard the buzz of the tattoo gun behind her.
"Now are you sure you want to do this?" The tattoo artist asked.
"Definitely." Hailey said preparing herself.
"You can't undo this you know?" He warned.
"I know that's the point." Hailey said.
"Alright then." The artist said beginning the tattoo.
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Two months later Hailey returned from work and kicked off her shoes as she walked in the door. She ran up the stairs to her room and sat on the floor in front of her mirror. She smiled
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Kelli was seriously regretting her decision. As McKenna and Morgan stood behind her in the first floor girls bathroom, she could feel the waistband tighten as the girls locked in the cruel panties. As they locked in just over her protruding hip bones, the thong strand deep inside her, she knew she may have bitten off more than she could chew.
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oh my... i'm soo sorry that you went through that at such a young age (sounds like a porno) my advice is to not bottle it up but tell someone you deeply trust and/or confront her
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The room is dim and grainy, littered with pill bottles, cluttered with magazines and reams of hospital paperwork. One bare-bulbed lamp provides our only source of light. I feel trapped inside a fetid, stagnant cave where stacks of books rise up and cobwebby filaments filter down as substitute stalagmites and stalactites.
My sister lies in her king-sized bed, as close to the edge as possible so the ordeal of swinging her legs around to sit upright is minimized. Her shrunken frame is practically swallowed up under the comforter and the five pillows propped around her.
She squirms, unable to find a comfortable position despite my multiple attempts to rearrange the pillows. She finally sighs exhaustedly, “I can’t stand the way my t-shirt keeps bunching up behind my back.”
“So take it off,” I reply, somewhat cheekily. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”
She ignores my attempt at light-heartedness, but allows me to help her remove her shirt. I stifle a shocked gasp when I see her body.
She’s skeletal, her hard-edged bones a sharp and startling counterpoint to the soft, loose folds of skin hanging like curtains from her arms and legs. Her thighs are the size of my calves.
I’m grateful for the semi-darkness that conceals my reaction, for her fogged illness that blurs her awareness.
“Wow,” I say, forcing myself to keep my tone light. “You need to start eating more, girl.”
She’s finally found an acceptable position on her back with three pillows behind her head, one tucked into her left side, and one propped under her knees.
I flip off the light and join her in the bed. The clammy stillness in the room presses down on my chest oppressively. I’m hot, sweaty, and tightly coiled. I want to run, flee, claw at my mental and physical constraints.
“A show of solidarity,” I joke to my sister, but I feel lighter and freer having shed at least one small constricting layer.
We lay side-by-side on our backs. I watch the rise and fall of her belly, thick and swollen with disease. It’s the only part of her body that’s remotely similar to mine these days. But while her bloat is the result of the war raging in her body, mine is due to menopause, a slowing metabolism, a thyroid gone haywire, and (I confess) a few too many cookies.
Even at this stage in our lives, we’re as alike yet as different as can be, my sister and me.
For our entire lives, we’ve traveled similar but disparate paths, beginning with shared childhood experiences that skewed our outlooks and distorted our perspectives.
While I can’t speak for my sister, judging from her lifelong actions, she, like me, has diverted way too much energy into seeking deliverance from the past. Our coping mechanisms, like everything else about us, have been twisted reflections of each other: our darkness and light, defiance and submission, courage and fear intertwined.
Tonight, as we lie together naked in her bed, I feel closer than ever to understanding my sister’s choices, her multi-faceted complexities. My newfound awareness is wordless, wrapped up in bare skin and stripped emotions.
I spend the night sleeping fitfully, constantly listening for the stop-start pattern of my sister’s ragged, irregular breathing, a mirror to the sputtering of my own worried heart.
And occasionally I reach out to touch my sister’s hand. I feel for her warmth, her essence—and reassurance that she hasn’t left me.
My sister succumbed to her illness on February 20, 2017, three months after I wrote this. Today marks a year since she died.
Author: Melinda Matthews
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Oh my….what a special piece. Thank you for sharing with us. My heart is full…and heavy…and grateful.
Thank you. I originally wrote this piece on my phone during the flight home from this visit. When the moments are that indelible, the words come pouring out.
Karen Shanley said it best, “my heart is full and heavy, and grateful.” Your voice is very good. I had a young mother, and watched her die. It’s been 31 years. You’re an inspiration. Thank you.
I’m sorry you lost your mother so young and that you had to witness it. It had to have shaped your life in countless ways. Thank you for reading and sharing.
I know what it’s like to lose a sister to a disease(hers was Cancer)..left a large hole in my heart..I was close to her and loved her more than words can say…still do…she left us in ’04….still get emotional on her birthday and on Christmas eve(when she passed)…..stay strong!! your love for your sister will carry you through as it has for me
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