Fit to be Tied... and Tickled

My girlfriend, Danni, and I visit my dad about once a month. He lives alone in the house my family grew up in and every time we arrive, he says, "There's my little girl, Deeds," even though I'm an inch shy of six feet and taller than he is. Deeds is short for Deirdre, his pet name for me that everybody now uses. My dad's a joy but at his age he can't get around as well as he used to, so we moved his bedroom downstairs, and he stays on just the first floor. He is still sharp and funny, and we love spending time with him. We would visit more often but it's an hour and a half car ride for us so we come when we can.

We were there visiting him one time and I went upstairs to the second floor with Danni to show her my old bedroom, which hadn't changed much since I left for college seven years ago. There was still even a 'One Direction' poster on the back of the door that made me cringe. As we went to go back down, I paused by the railing that overlooked the staircase and the hall below. It was black wrought iron, very popular in the late seventies when the house was built, another thing that hadn't changed. There were two flat columns that went floor to ceiling, and I stood staring at one of those columns when Danni paused alongside of me and caught my glare.

"What?"

I smiled at her. She was a few fingers shorter than me and had the build of an athlete, which she had been in college when we met, and still was today. Short brown hair, great smile and friendly. I was blond, taller, bustier, a tad thinner and in love with her for the five years we had been together. I turned back to the ornate grating and pointed.

"I have some very erotic memories of this railing."

"Uhh, I'm going to need an explanation of that, please," Danni said puzzled.

"My brother used to tie me to that railing when I was younger."

My brother, Tim, was three years my senior and I was always the 'pain in the ass' little sister to him. At the time, it was his way of solving a problem.

"It first started when I was ten years old, and he was babysitting me, and he was trying to build Legos in his room with his friend and I kept coming in and trying to wreck it. He got so fed up he dragged me out into the hall and tied me to the bars with his bathrobe belt. When I started to yell for help, he tickled me until I was crying. He told me if I screamed or talked, he would tickle me more, but if I stayed quiet, he would release me in a little while. If I made even a peep he would run out with his hands ready to grab my ribs and tickle and I would shut up. It kind of became a game and I probably could have gotten myself loose, but I went along." It was only about ten minutes but it seemed a lot longer. When he let me go, he said that if I told dad he would do it again the next time we were alone, and he wouldn't stop tickling me until I threw up. I didn't say anything."

I turned to Danni and she gave me an expectant stare, "I'm waiting for the erotic part."

"Tim did it a couple times, always in fun, and then not for over a year. When I was fourteen and just coming into my sexual bloom, he was here with a bunch of friends playing video games. I had a big crush on his pal Connor, long before I knew I liked girls better. I was hanging around them being my usual annoying self, gushing over everything Connor said. Finally, he clamped his hand on the back of my neck and forced me out into the hall. This time he didn't just wrap the belt around me, he tied my hands tightly together, looped it over the S-bar on the top of the column and pulled my arms up over my head. He put his fingertips on my hips and said, 'I swear to God if you make one more sound, I will tickle you until you wet your pants. And I won't stop.' He wriggled his fingers into my ribs for a few moments to emphasize and then ended with, 'And I'll let all my friends tickle you as well.' I hung there silently for more than an hour.

"Again, I probably could have escaped if I needed to, but I didn't even try. I felt so vulnerable, and the notion that they could all be standing around me and tickling me, when I was so helpless to prevent any of it, made my juices start to bubble inside me. What if when the group was tickling me, they touched my growing breast or even between my legs? What if in the grappling some of my clothes fell off? I had just discovered masturbation and for the whole hour I wanted to touch myself, thinking about it and couldn't and that made it more intense. The more I squirmed and thought about the situation, the wetter I became until I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties and jeans. Tim had made me wet my pants but not in the way he had thought. When he finally decided to leave and all his friends filed past me, I prayed that none of them looked down at my crotch, but I'm sure they did. He released me and warned me to never try and pull that shit again."

Danni had a big sloppy smile on her face. "Interesting," was the only thing she said so I continued.

"As soon as he was out of the house, I locked myself in the bathroom, dropped my jeans and fingered myself to the most dramatic orgasm I had up until that point. It then became an obsession with me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I began tying myself there whenever I was alone and horny. I became bolder, making the bonds harder to untie and wearing less and less clothes until finally I was doing it completely naked. One time I was almost caught when my father came home from work early and if he had come up the stairs I would have been mortified. He walked right underneath where I had stretched myself out and into the kitchen without even looking up. It took me almost five minutes of panic to get myself loose while he was walking around downstairs, knowing he could come up at any time and see me nude and bound. But that didn't scare me off or stop me, if anything it made it more of a risk and I was still occasionally doing it up until I left for college."

"Now, it got erotic," Danni said. "We've done a little light bondage at times when we get playful. Does it bring back those memories?"

"Oh, yeah, it does, and those are always my best O's," I said.

Danni looked the pole up and down one more time and we headed downstairs. "This is a little piece of your background that I never knew about you. You see, we're growing."

We both laughed. I didn't realize it but there was a plot growing in her mind.

About two months later we had a birthday party for my dad at the house. It was going to be the two of us, my brother Tim and his wife Maggie, some family members of my dad's and a few of his close friends. Except for us and Tim and Maggie there wouldn't be anyone there under the age of sixty-five.

Before we left Danni presented me with a surprise. Our anniversary was coming up in a few weeks and she said she had an early gift for me. She took me in the bedroom and there was a dress laid out on the bed. A pretty white dress with a miniature red flower print, no sleeves and big black buttons running down the whole front. Next to it was a red lace snap-in-front, push-up bra with matching lace panties. A pair of low-heeled black pumps completed the package. She told me she wanted me to wear it to the party. So, I showered and dressed. The panties showed a lot of cheek, and the bra accentuated my ample tits, and I did I little Victoria's Secret fashion show so she could take me all in. She blew out puffs of air and nodded her head, wanting in her eyes. With the dress buttoned up, the demure style left only a hint of cleavage exposed. The length came down to my knees but as I modeled for myself in the full-length mirror, I could clearly see the outline of my bra and panties through the light-colored material.

"Everyone is going to see my underwear," I commented twisting one way and gazing over my shoulder.

"Anyone there would be lucky enough to even notice that you're a woman, their eyesight is so bad. But I'm going to know what you have on underneath every time I look at you."

I smiled over at her. Then she produced an overnight bag from the closet and put that on the bed.

"What's this?" I asked.

"I booked us a room at a very cute bed and breakfast cabin that's only five miles from your dad's house, so we won't have to worry about driving back tonight after the party," Danni said.

"That's wonderful. Did you remember to pack everything; change of clothes, toiletries, pajamas?"

"Change of clothes, yes. Toiletries, yes. Pajamas, ahh... you won't be needing those."

I liked where this was going. I gave her a big smooch and we headed out to the party.

We arrived early and helped set things up. Tim and Maggie arrived soon after and we were good to go by the time the first guest arrived. I did catch a quick glance through a mirror of Maggie checking out my ass in my very visible panties. She seemed to be the only one who noticed. We catered the food and had it all spread out for the company. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.

After most of the guests had eaten Danni grabbed my elbow and asked to have a word with me. She was carrying a small purse, which was strange because she never does that, and she led me upstairs. We went over to the railing, and she positioned me in front of the column.

"I have to tell you, seeing your undies so shamelessly through that dress is driving me crazy. I hope you are getting excited about tonight?" she asked.

"I am very much looking forward to it," I answered.

"Good. I want to get you prepared for it."

"What does that mean?"

"I am going to bind you to the pole," she said matter-of-factly.

"Ahh-NO!"

"Come on Deeds, be a little adventuresome. Get your juices flowing."

The memories I had of the erotic past instantly flashed into my brain and there was a pleasant tingling in my groin, even though I knew it couldn't happen. I said, "There are a dozen people downstairs that I know, including my father, and they can easily see us."

"Not really," Danni said, "Only if they come up the stairs a little. And none of those people at the party can even climb a set of stairs."

"What about Tim or Maggie?"

"Well, doesn't that possibility make it more exciting?"

My defenses were weaking. "Can we please go back to the par-"

Danni produced a set of handcuffs from her purse and held them up.

"What? No way!"

"Yes."

"You are not handcuffing me to that pole."

"It just to give you that feeling of helplessness once again that makes you so horny in the past."

"Nooo." I drew out the word to show her I meant what I said.

"They aren't even real handcuffs, Deeds. They're magnetic. See."

Danni tugged the two cuffs and the chain easily separated. She held them apart for few beats and then reattached them with a snap when she brought them back together.

"When your brother did it, you always said you could escape if you wanted to but you didn't because the illusion of vulnerability is what turned you on. That's what I'm trying to do here. A little pretend game. Just a few minutes."

"Danni?"

"Deeds, come on. We're doing this."

I looked over the railing and heard all the talk and movement below and I remembered that time my dad had come home early, almost caught me and how wild it made me. The hint that I could feel that again was enticing. Danni and I locked eyes.

"Just for a minute. And no tickling!" I finally relented.

She smiled, turned her back to me and went over to the end table where she put down her bag and came back holding out the bracelets. I put out my hands and they were shaking. Danni very delicately clipped on the first one, lifted my arms while standing on her tiptoes and reached up, sliding the cuffs between the thick metal weave and then clipped the other wrist into the locked position. I was now reenacting the position that my brother had initiated, and I had copied many times over. I immediately felt the building fluids in my pussy, knowing I couldn't touch there, so to speak and that ramped me up. Danni stood back and admired her handiwork.

"That's a very good look for you. Helpless and at my mercy. I'm going to have to do this more often."

Those words sent a shiver down my spine and intensified the notion that I was powerless to do anything to prevent it, even if it was only make-believe. With my arms raised my bare armpits were exposed and Danni stepped up and spidered her fingertips in the hollows for a few seconds. I let out the beginning of a startled howl before I quickly clamped my lips closed.

"I said no tickling!"

"I never agreed to that."

"Danni, I am only going to allow so much here. I'm playing along but-"

Her hands slid down to my ribs and she continued the tickling. Again, I had to stifle a screaming laugh, so taken by the shock of it.

"Danni! Stop it!" I said that kind of too loud. I cringed at my own volume.

"Didn't your brother always tell you that if you shut up, he would leave you be, but if you talked, he would tickle you. The rules are the same here."

I opened my mouth to refute, she brough her hands up to my waist and I hummed my voice quickly quiet and she pulled back.

"That's better." She stood a few steps away, nodding, and held a mock pose with her hand cradling her chin. "Hmmm. Didn't you say something about doing this each time with less and less clothes. That's what we need here; more skin."

Her hands went to the top button of the dress and she popped it free. I shook my head violently showing my disapproval, not wanting to make a sound, but she ignored me and went on to the next button. I mewled at her to get her attention, but she ignored me, undid another button, then another. As much as I wanted to go along with the charade, I had enough and I pulled the cuffs apart.

Except they didn't. I gazed up at them and tried again and again, rattling them against the metal, but they refused to come free no matter which way I twisted. Finally, I looked down and the last button of the dress was coming undone and she spread it open revealing my bare stomach and legs; my chest and twat tingling in the now even more visible red underwear set.

"Danni, kidding aside, the handcuffs must be stuck. I can't open them."

She moved all the way back to the end table and stared hungrily at me. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a second set of handcuffs. Her wicked smile told me I was in trouble. She held them up. "That's because these are the trick ones and you're wearing real handcuffs. I switched them."

"Oh my God, Danni."

I brought my eyes up and saw that they were very official looking. A cold sweat instantly broke out on my body. I was really bound. Completely helpless and another kind of sweat spread between my legs. And unless Danni let me go there was no way I was getting out of these bindings. She slipped the other cuffs back in her bag.

"Danni, please let me go, now," I whimpered to her. But I knew she had been planning this and she was nowhere near finished with me. I had to clench my thighs together to hold my sex liquid in.

She stepped up and dug her wiggling fingers into my ribs. I squirmed and did my best to swallow my laughter, biting down hard on my lips. When she stopped after fifteen seconds I gasped for air.

"No more Danni, please. I'm begging...."

In one quick motion she unclipped the bra front and my tits bounce out. The tight bra halves sprung in behind my back leaving all of my breasts poking out form the open dress. Full and firm, with hot and hard nipples pointing out.

"Danni, what the hell?"

Her hands went back to work on my ribs and the convulsions I attempted, in vain, to avoid the tickling had my breasts wiggling everywhere. Keeping my voice inside was causing me abdominal pain. She paused to let me catch my breath and whispered, "No talking."

Danni kept her hands still and slid them up my body to my tits and encircled them, squeezing gently. Next, she compressed her digits until her thumb and index finger pinched together around my nipples, and tightened, until a sting surged through them. Now, I was trying to stifle a moan of pleasurable pain. The switch from giggling to exquisite agony was jarring. For a long few seconds, she applied increasing pressure and then released, sending a wave though my tits that vibrated all the way down to my crotch.

"Do you know how beautiful your breasts are?" She asked, but I was smart enough not to answer. Danni leaned in and kissed then suckled each nipple in turn then went back in for a lick and a soft bite on each tender pap. The teasing was infuriating my libido in a savage way.

Slowly she ran her hands down my chest to my stomach and then my hips and the apprehension that at any second she could begin scrambling them against my flesh had me panting like a dog. What she did next amplified my terror a hundred-fold. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of the red panties and they were yanked down to my ankles in one swift motion.

I gaped down at my smooth shaves pussy that was on display with a crowd of talking, laughing people not more than thirty feet away who had the potential to see me exposed. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I glared at Danni who was kneeling before me and eyeing me cuuch.

"Oh, my fucking God, Danni, what have you done."

Immediately Danni's hands clasped onto my thighs, just above my knees, which she knew was one of my most sensitive spots, and she began oscillating her fingers into my muscles. I bounced up and down, jiggled my chest and pistoned my legs up and down in an attempt to dislodged her hands while at the same time desperately squelching my laughter. Each time seemed to go on a little longer and this one, although it was only about thirty seconds, brought me to the edge of exploding. When she stopped a desperately gulped air. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

She rose and examined my naked body, her eyes running down me so viciously that her stare almost had the power to tickle that her hands had. Her look made my cunt dribble and began to run down my thighs. When Danni's stare finally reached my feet, she noticed the panties had slipped off an ankle in the commotion and now clung above just the one shoe. She went back to her knees, grabbed the underwear and began pulling my left leg to the side until it came off the floor and I was balanced on just my right. She continued to pull my leg to almost a ninety-degree angle and then hooked the empty material leg onto the fishhook end of the ornamental swirl of the railing's facade. My legs and pussy lips were now spread wide open, and I was powerless to close them. She shuffled on her knees, positioning her mouth just inches from the dripping gap. Danni extended her very long tongue, curled the end and began flicking my swollen clit. Each time she did it I involuntarily inhaled a gasp. The sound of the company downstairs was so loud in my ears and every time I moved my arms, chained over my head, I realized how helpless and exhibited I was. Whenever somebody from the party laughed loudly, I cringed because it felt like they were right next to me.

Danni's playful tongue jabs went on for about a half minute and then she shocked me by sliding forward, grabbing my ass with both hands and devouring my entire pussy, lips, clit and all. She began sucking as if she were trying to siphon the gas from a pickup truck in the parking lot of a cowboy bar. I let out a moan that I knew was too loud, but I could not prevent it. To compound the passion her tongue began sliding in and out between my labes and I threw my head back and moaned again. I was building to an orgasm that I would not be able to hold back and it would have me screaming to the heavens in joy.

And then she stopped. The sudden emptiness of her mouth on my cunt had me bucking forward against air. Danni stood up very close to me, began fiddling her fingertips in a tickling motion against my love button which was more erotic than titillating and whispered, "I think I've got your motor running now."

"Oh God. Please don't stop. Not yet." But she did.

"What? Wait a minute, now you don't want me to stop? A minute ago, you were looking to get free. Your bound, naked, vulnerable. There are people nearby. Don't you want to get out of this?" she asked, but her tone was mocking.

"Danni, please, make me cum. Make me cum - now"

"You are in no position to demand anything."

She hesitated for a couple agonizing heartbeats and then complied by taking her thumb and index finger and applied the same pinch/pressure motion as she had done with my nipples earlier, to my clit with the added pleasure of stretching it out until her fingers slipped of the wet nub and then went right back and did it over and over and over. Essentially, she was jerking off my clit. It was maddening because it was a slow torture, edging me along. She kept asking, "Do you think we should stop now?" But didn't. Each stroke sent a little shiver through me, and I was approaching the point that would send me over top. I really didn't know how long I had been locked up in this position, probably only minutes, but it felt like an hour. I was on the verge of bursting from both set of my lips.

Then we heard something that froze us both.

"What are you guys doing up there?"

My brother's voice.

Our faces were close together and both our eyes were opened as wide as the lids would allow. Danni released my clit and backed up to the wall mouthing "Oh, shit."

My brother's footsteps coming up the stairs had me trembling uncontrollably. We heard him clomping about halfway up and then it stopped. I prayed he was going back down but then I heard, "What the fuck?"

From his current position he could see the side of me, maybe my naked thigh up to my side, undoubtedly my breasts poking out, I kind of felt that Danni had stretched my clit so far out he might even be able to that, swollen and throbbing. His footfalls continued up. I closed my eyes. My greatest fear realized. Caught naked and suspended, unable to cover any inch of me. All my sexual assets on display. To my brother! There was no way of recovering from this embarrassing nightmare. I opened my eyes but only looked at Danni. She was frozen in shock, her hand covering her mouth, probably hanging open. Silent tears swelled in my eyes as the emotions of fear and desire skyrocketed.

He walked right over in front of me and looked me up and down. Then asked very slowly, "What's going on?"

Neither of us said anything for long uncomfortable moments and during that time his eyes never wavered from my body. Finally, Danni spoke up in an embarrassed voice, "We were trying to reenact what you did to her when she was a teenager."

Tim looked at Danni in shock, "What are you talking about? I never did this to her. I sure as hell never took her clothes off."

"No, but when you tied her up, you got her all hot, being bound and tickled. She wanted to relive the memory. I was helping her."

Tim turned to me and asked, "That's right, I did tickle you. Is that true? When I did this, it really got you excited."

I stared at his face but he didn't meet my sobbing eyes, he was too absorb with my tits and pussy.

I had to try to salvage this before it ended very badly. "Tim, would you please stop looking at me."

"No." He paused but continued his scrutinization. "Aside from the fact that you are my sister, you have an awesome rack. You are fucking hot, Deeds."

I tried a different tact. "Danni, could you get the keys, please, and get me out of this."

Danni was so distracted by the tableau that when she opened the bag and fumbled for the keys the fake handcuffs fell out and clattered onto the wood floor making a thunderous noise. Tim jumped and turned around and saw them on the floor.

"More handcuffs. What else were you planning?"

Then it became so much worse. "Who's upstairs? Tim is that you?" It was Maggie.

Tim yelled down, "Yeah."

"What are you doing?"

"I couldn't explain it if I tried," Tim said.

Then there was the sound of Maggie's high heels on the stairs. Oh, my fucking God, please no. She came up at a fair clip but slowed as she reached the top.

"Tim, what the fuck did you do to your sister?"

He backed away finally tearing his eyes away from me and looked as his wife. "I did nothing. This is all their doing, some weird sexual fetish. I just happened to come up the stairs and saw it."

Maggie must have believed him because she gave up questioning him and approached me, closer actually than Tim had been. I could smell her perfume and it was exciting to be inches from her as she took in the full view of my attributes, licking her lips. She sized me up as well but went from bottom to top and stopped on my face.

"Does this turn you on?" she asked, panting slightly.

I blinked hard, swallowed harder and said nothing. She did an about face back to Tim and asked him. "Does this turn you on?"

"Hey, that's my sister."

Maggie huffed. "Yeah, then why does your dick look like it's about to rip through your pants." Tim tried to demurely cover his raging erection.

She swiveled back to me and said softly, "Well it sure as fuck turns me on." Again, she longed after my flesh like a hungry zombie. She reached out her hands for my frame and then froze and inch away. "Can I touch her?" Maggie was asking Danni for permission.

To my utter shock Danni said, "Sure." And then at the exact same moment Danni and Tim both said "Just don't tickle her."

Maggie purred out, "Oh, really."

She put her smooth hands on my side, slid them up to my breasts and squeezed firmly and mumbled, "nice," under her breath. As her fingers pulled away, she clawed her nails, and she had severe nails, along the skin of my tits until just the tips encircled my nipples and clamped onto them in a five-finger vice grip that was so instantaneously painful it took my breath away, my mouth opening. Maggie held it for ten agonizing seconds and watched my expression before stretching them as if she were trying to detach my nips, I bit my lip hard to prevent from screaming. Mercifully she released them and I inhaled with a new throb of pain as they were freed. I felt my pussy juices dripping onto my thigh. Flipping her hands she ran the back of her nails along my ribs to my sides fluttering them slightly and the nipple pain was replaced my infuriating prickling that scrunching up my face to prevent ecstatic laughing. Turning one hand again she placed her palm flat on my stomach, inched it down past my bellybutton and curled it into my slit, two finger slipping inside me. What little will power I had to hold in my precious juice was popped and I drenched her hand.

"My God Deeds, you are soaking wet. Don't try to deny that this is not thrilling you," Maggie said.

She was right and my orgasms again began to mount, with this stranger's hand buried into my cunt and Danni watching. She rubbed for half a minute and I was right there when she pulled out, allowing the long nail of her middle finger to flick my bulging clit. I was about to scream 'don't stop' when she spun around, dropped to her knees in front of my brother and began unbuckling his pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not in front of my sister." Tim tried to halt her actions.

"Your sister is naked in front of you." Maggie was not to be denied.

"No... wait... but..."

It was too late and she had his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. My brother's cocked bounced out and up and I could see that he was no slouch in the sexual equipment department either. Maggie immediately grabbed his dick and shoved it between her lips and started loudly sucking it. Tim's head went back and he groaned. Maggie stopped for just a second to say, "Go ahead Danni, you can finish what you started."

Danni mugged a look of satisfaction and sauntered up alongside me and whispered, "Well, this got weird in a hurry." Her fingers went back to work on my aching vagina.

That went on for about a minute when Maggie stood up so abruptly all three of us jumped, not an easy thing to do in my one-legged balanced state. She hiked up her skirt, hooked her panties and had them on the floor in seconds. Then she bunched the skirt in a ball around her waist revealing a nearly perfect ass with a cute little beauty mark on the right cheek. I have seen some well-formed asses in my time and this one was top of the bum. She spoke abruptly to my brother.

"Fuck me now."

"I... I.. don't understand?" he stammered out.

"What part of fuck me now don't you understand? It's pretty straight forward. What - Fuck. Who - Me. When - Now!"

My brother didn't need any more instructions. "Got it." He grabbed Maggie by the thighs lifted her up and impaled her with his steel rod cock and the two of them groaned in satisfaction. She wound her legs around his ass and held onto his neck with both hands like she was riding a galloping horse.

Now I prefer having sex with women and I also would rather watch two women having sex but there still something incredibly erotic about standing three feet away from a man and a woman having a frantic fuck. Danni, who's eyes were also cut that way, must have felt it too because she began to work on my pussy with renewed vigor, two fingers sliding in and scissoring my clitoris between them. After only a short two minutes I cried to Danni, "Oh, God I'm cumming."

Then my brother said, "I'm cumming," followed by Maggie who gasped, "Oh fuck I'm going to cum too."

I whispered to Danni, "Please kiss me to prevent me from screaming." She obliged by attempting to suck my tonsils out as I moaned into her throat, my head swimming in rapture. Danni slowed her rubbing as a shuttered through my orgasm. Tim gargled like a dying dinosaur and Maggie's 'Ow's' just kept increasing in volume until she gasped it out one final time. I had no idea how the people at the party were not hearing us. It was like a porn movie on high volume. I guess all their hearing aids had low batteries. The three of us were puffing for breath, trembling in ecstasy when we heard a new voice at the base of the stairs.

"Hey, are we going to open presents or what. There are people down here that may not last the night." It was Uncle Frank, my dad's comical brother. He hadn't come up the stairs as of yet so he probably couldn't see anything.

Tim quickly buckled up his pants, his cock uncleaned and destined to be sticking to his undershorts. Maggie jumped into her panties but she would probably be leaking my brother sperm out of her pussy for the rest of the night. Danni had the keys in her other hand and unclasped the cuffs which released me and I pulled my foot free of the panties. I was heavenly relief to lower my arms and leg as I raced into the bathroom.

With the door closed and locked I was able to finally catch a few needed breaths of air. I was pleasantly exhausted and spent, but blown away by the level of intensity from that orgasm. I had almost passed out. I used a towel and cleaned my legs from my ankles to my crotch. The amount of fluid meant that there must be a puddle in the hall under where I had been shackled. I clasped the bra back in place and realized I didn't have my panties. I buttoned up the dress and came out as I hear my brother conversing with Uncle Frank. He had come up only a few steps and Tim told him that we were coming down and he retreated, none the wiser. Danni had gathered all the paraphernalia and we smoothed our collective clothes as best we could and started down. Half way along Maggie stopped and turned to us.

"We have to do this again."

That took me aback. What was she saying, that she wanted us all to get together again and have sex? Me and my brother stared at each other. Then Danni dropped the bomb.

"You know, we rented a room right down the road for tonight so we didn't have to drive home. You guys want to come by?"

"Hell yeah," Maggie enthusiastically exclaimed.

But my brother said, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

Maggie reached out a finger and put it on Tim's chest, "If we do this, I'll let you use the handcuffs on me and I'll be as naked as your sister was."

Tim's eyes nearly rolled out of his head they opened so big. He rushed down the stairs yelling, "Let's get that coffee and cake served. There are people who have places to be tonight."

Maggie threw a smile over her shoulder at us and said, "Yes, we do. And we're are going to make sure we take care of you tonight, Danni, so you're not left out." And she went to help my brother.

Danni's eyebrows went up on her head and she jostled it playfully back and forth. I grabbed her arm and held her before she could go further.

"Did you plan all of this?"

She laughed, "Only the switcheroo for the handcuffs and trying to rev you up. The hooking your legs open with the panties was kind of spur of the moment. And the whole episode with Tim and Maggie was all as much a shock to me as you."

"What about my panties, am I going to get them back?" I asked.

"Sure, tonight, when I shove them into your mouth," Danni said with just a hint of malice. "For the rest of the party I'm going to be looking at your naked ass through that very visible material and fantasizes about what I'm going to do to it later. By the way, I packed some other things in the travel bag as well that might come in handy when my in-laws show up."

"What's gotten into you my dear?"

"Just trying to keep the relationship interesting," she said.

I paused for a few seconds then grabbed a handful of the hair on the back of her head and jammed my mouth hard onto hers and kissed her deeply then bit her lip. When I pulled away, I stated, "Well, two can play at that game."

We took in each other's face for a moment, burst out laughing and went back to the party. As we did, I felt the sweet juices begin to dampen my slit again in anticipation. This was turning out to be one hell of a night.