Abby's Story Pt. 10: Autumn Bound

August gave way to an unexpectedly warm September. It was Indian Summer, all sweaty hazy days and then surprising cool dips at night. Apparently fall was permitted in Stony Creek, but only at night. The day belonged to the lingering summer heat.

Abby's heat stuck around as well. Regular time behind closed doors with Ray kept is more or less manageable, but a few stretches when Pa was home it got pretty bad. Not leaning back in the utility shed bad, but still, frustrating.

On one of the bad days Abby came up from doing homework at the kitchen table, where both trigonometry and her constant pulsing heat vexed her for over an hour, to find a box on her bed. It was wrapped in red paper with little kissing lips all over. The box was rectangular and maybe eight inches long. There was a card Scotch taped to it. It showed a pair of golden lions, rampant roaring lion on one side, rampant roaring lioness on the other. The Lions' Den in fancy scrawl between them, an address in Altoona printed underneath. It folded out like a card and written in neat, flowing script on the inside For when Ray's otherwise engaged, Love Ruth. Abby was now horny and confused.

She delicately opened the box, in case it was fragile, and wondered just what she was looking at.

The box was silver and copper foil. Along the top it declared itself Randy Rocket, Toy of the Future! The toy printed on the side looked like a rocket with a blunt tip. Two small raised rings separated the tip from the fuselage. The fuselage was smooth and gray, some sort of plastic or rubber, and dotted regularly with lines of rivet-like nubs. At the base of the rocket were not fins but too large raised textured rings, almost an inch apart. The box instructed that these were the Patented Sure Grip system, so you and Randy Rocket can enjoy safe play time! Abby was having a real case of what-the-fucks when she once more noticed the hot throbbing between her thighs.

Right then the pieces fell neatly into place. Abby shut her door and gave Randy Rocket his first two play dates back-to-back.

Good news, no more risk of broken candles. Bad news, it was not a substitute for the real thing. But, it did help.

In other good news, sometimes Ray would get ready for his part by watching Abby fire up her Tempest with Randy. One time when she was getting really wild, savagely squeezing her clit while furiously twisting and plunging her toy, Ray looked at Abby and mused, "Maybe I should save up for a Polaroid?"

Later, afterwards, they both agreed that, while it would be hot, it would be evidence hanging around that could get misplaced or lost. Evidence that could be found by anyone any time. That would violate Rule One (only behind closed doors) and Rule Three (not while Pa is here). And they still needed this, for now. "But, maybe we can try some other stuff", mused Abby.

So Ray and Abby talked about the stuff they never got a chance to do with other lovers.

They mentioned anal sex in passing, neither was interested. "Good thing, brother, because I think your thing would just about wreck a gal there."

Abby asked if Ray ever thought about rougher stuff. Like using a bit of force.

Ray sighed. "When Pa gave me the Talk he was candid about men who used their muscles to make women do things they oughtn't. Grandpa Kurt was that kind of man. Some mornings Pa's Ma would be sitting on the back porch bruised and crying after a night with Grandpa. Pa made me swear never to use my power over a woman to hurt, and never use hurt for sex. And it's a promise I don't think I can break. Even if, you know, she wants me to."

Abby respected that, even if she preferred a bit rougher fare sometimes.

"What if you could tie me up. Not to hurt me, just to vex me, make me more desperate? Make me helpless before a big strong man?"

Ray thought about it. "Have to be careful what we use. Rope burn can be nasty, and Pa's gotten actual cuts when a pulley slipped a nylon rope on a delivery he was hoisting."

Abby agreed. "And if something gets too tight, or hurts, or I just change my mind, we need a word. Something we would never use otherwise. It means 'stop' so we both know the other's not, you know-"

"Being cheeky or coy", Ray finished the thought. "Or I can use it if I get uneasy. I can't really do it if it feels wrong."

Abby nodded. "Agreed. We both like it or nobody likes it."

In the end they decided on the word "butterscotch", because it was ice cream flavor they disliked that everyone else liked.

And so Abby and Ray decided to give it a whirl.

Ray looked in the utility shed for anything they might use. All the rope was old, frayed hemp or ragged nylon. He just about gave up when he found a bunch of old crates bound together. They were bound with straps, not ropes. The straps looked to be canvas, one inch across, and flexible. They were secured with brass clasps that allowed them to be adjusted and loosened quickly. Years of wear had made them softer, not rough like the ropes. Ray spent the better part of an hour, in the heat, securing the crates with spare rope and removing the straps.

Later that evening Ray showed them to Abby. "Think these will work?"

Abby ran one loop over a wrist and pulled it taut. She secured the clasp and worked it around her wrist. She flipped open the clasp and tugged at the loop, it became slack immediately.

Abby laughed. "I think this is will do fine. Good work, Ray!"

Ray smiled. "Just nice to try this out, without, you know, risking a whole thing."

"Yeah, same." Abby leaned forward and gave Ray a kiss on the cheek. "I know you're doing this because I want to try it. Thanks."

Ray waved that away. "I want it, too. Looking forward to seeing what this does for you, Abbs."

"Nothing more resourceful in this world than a man with a terminal case of horny goat", Abby quoted.

They both agreed to positions that would be comfortable and accessible. Abby would lay down length wise on the hope chest, giving her more room, and not ending up with her head or neck pressed up against the wall. She would have a pillow under her head, knees, ass, whatever needed the support. This did mean moving her dresser drawers more toward the far end of the room so Ray could fit at the end of the chest with room to move. The chest had sturdy square legs, at most a couple inches high, but it gave clearance above the floor. Under this they ran the straps, three total, each with a loop at either end, each wrapped around and secured to the legs. A simple but effective setup.

Just looking at it made Abby's thighs hot. She could not wait. Unfortunately, she had too. Ray was rightly concerned Abby would be loud and so they agreed to try it when they had the house more or less empty.

They got just such a day when Ma planned to take everyone but Ruth was out at a big family dinner at an uncle's farm across town. They always came back late because the kids loved playing in the big yard, and after dinner the parents played Bridge. Ray missed it because he had been making some money helping at the Douglas farm slinging hay. Abby, realizing the opportunity, claimed pregnancy issues and bowed out.

When Ray returned, dirty and sweaty, Abby asked when he could meet her in her room. "No need to clean up, as we're just going to get dirty", she added.

"Give me a few, going to grab a Tab and a snack. See you within the hour?"

"Great!" Abby practically skipped off. Her Tempest was already flashing distant lightning. She went and knocked on Ruth's door. "It's Abby, got a sec?"

Ruth opened the door and motioned inside. For a moment Abby was struck by how much they looked alike now. The pregnancy had added a cup size to Abby's breasts, still small, but a little fuller. Her hips and thighs also filled out, giving her a round flair like her older sister. Even Abby's hair was a bit longer, straight and shoulder length. Other than a few inches of height and almost a foot of hair length, they might have been twins. Abby smiled, she always felt outshined by her smart, pretty, older sister. Now her star was brightening, despite her spot of trouble.

"Whats up, Abbs?"

Abby moved inside and took a seat at the vanity bench, facing Ruth on the bed.

"Just a heads up. Ray and I are going to try something new tonight and I might be a little... enthusiastic." Abby smiled and blushed.

"Really?" Ruth sat up and leaned in. "Can I ask what you two are trying?"

Abby leaned in toward Ruth grinning. "He's going to truss me up like a Christmas goose."

Ruth gasped. "No fucking way?"

"Scout's honor!"

"Well, Abbs, congratulations, I've never got up the nerve to try that. Let me know how it goes." Ruth paused. "On that note, just gotta ask, how is it going? You and Ray?"

Abby shrugged. "Fun. No big deal. I think that's why it's safe to try stuff like this, it's not gonna hurt us if it doesn't do the trick."

Ruth patted the back of Abby's hand. "Good. The other day I saw Ray at the Tech chatting up a couple girls from his year one math course. He looked happier than I've seen him in awhile."

Abby smiled. "He told me about that, actually. Said he felt comfortable, but not ready to, you know, date. He's getting there."

"I'm glad for you both, really. But hope you don't mind if I crank up my stereo while you two go a round. There's knowing you're in there, and there's hearing you in there."

"Go nuts, Ruthie."

Ruth laughed. "Back at you, sis."

Abby got up and went to her room. She stripped naked, pulled the chest out from the wall, and got the ends of the straps out from underneath, placing them and a pillow on the chest. She waited for Ray. Her sex was already hot with anticipation. Ray walked in later, maybe fifteen minutes, but it felt excruciatingly longer to Abby.

As soon as the door closed Abby jumped up and turned toward Ray, patting the hope chest.

"You look like you're gonna leap out of your skin, Abbs", Ray chuckled.

"Well, Ray", Abby said, practically beaming, "you better tie me down before I do."

Ray stripped down while Abby laid down, back on the chest, pillow under her head. Ray took each strap in turn and tightened it around a part of Abby's extremities. Where needed he fed material into the loops and through the clasps to shorten or lengthen the strap. First each wrist, long enough that Abby could move her arms at the shoulders, to let them drop to sides of the chest, or rest on the top of the chest, but could not reach up any further. One around each knee, over thigh and shin, legs pulled open, her knees wide to each side. Lastly, each ankle, pulled to the very limit of comfort, almost flat to the level of the chest top. Abby was spread wide on the top of the chest, open like butterfly wings. Her breasts pointed directly up, her sex was flushed and slightly open, her in labia visible through the gap, already slick with need. By the time Ray finished Abby was panting and whimpering. Ray looked at his work and smiled. He put his hand on Abby's slim tummy and rubbed. Abby gasped and her muscled flexed.

"I think this was a grand idea, Abby", Ray's hungry, heavy-lidded gaze ate at her, "you look like a gift, just for me, and I am gonna open it so good."

"Yes! Ray, please, fuck me!" Abby blurted.

Ray paused a moment, his hand trailing into Abby's brown curls, dallying there circling slowly. "But this is such a rare chance, I'd hate to pass it up."

Abby whimpered. She'd asked for this, but now Ray was in control. What she wanted was to be jackhammered like a stretch of highway work, but Ray was playing a slow game, letting her boil.

"Thing is we talk about what you want to do, so here's my chance to do something I haven't ever done", Ray looked Abby in the eye, "If you want me to stop you know the word."

Ray leaned down and kissed each of Abby's nipples in turn, then slowly tongued around them in a circle. Sucked each one into his teeth and gave it a light nip. Abby gasped and squirmed, gripping the sides of the hope chest. Ray them kissed between them and licked his way down Abby's tummy to the puckered dip of her belly button. He wrapped his lips over it and tongued it slowly. Abby squirmed because it tickled, but it also set her belly alight, making muscles deep in her cunt squeeze.

"Jesus fuck, Ray, goddamn!" Abby whimpered in need. Ray continued slowly, chuckling.

He licked down over the small rise before Abby's sex and stopped. He brought his nose down into her patch of curls and inhaled.

"I've never said this, Abby, but I fucking love the smell of pussy", Ray stated, exhaling. "So many of my friends say they hate it and I laugh along, but inside I want to tell them to grow a fucking pair. Pussy is a gift, it should be respected, enjoyed, and savored." As Ray took another deep smell his cock began to harden.

He moved around Abby's knee and knelt between her spread legs. Trembling, Abby looked down at him, fluid dripping from her.

Ray looked up at her. "You ever have a man lick you, Abby?" Abby shook her head and mewled.

Ray leaned over and kissed the side of one knee. "I've never done it. No excuse, really." He moved over to the other knee and kissed. "Just chickened out, assumed I would be bad at it." Back to the other leg, kissing the thigh just above the knee.

Ray, continued, each pause he would switch a leg and kiss a little closer to Abby's spread center. Back and forth, making Abby nearly mad with need. "I used to be gangly, clumsy, all thumbs. By the time I got over it I was with Deb, and that girl just wanted dick. And then there was sweet, pretty Ruth. She liked sucking me, I should have returned the favor. But instead I let her indulge my other needs. I was selfish and dumb, I can honestly admit that now. Thanks in part to you, Abby."

Now he sat, his face inches from Abby's steaming cleft. She could feel his breath on her, a little bit in her as well. It made her mewl like a lost kitten, deep in her chest. She felt so utterly vulnerable and so absolutely desperate.

Ray looked up at Abby and smiled. "Now I am going to thank your pussy proper. If you don't like it, say so. Want me to go faster, slower, try something else, say so. I'm just hoping you are too busy making all of your fun little 'fuck me' noises to say anything."

With that Ray leaned forward and licked Abby's vulva from taint to clit in one hard stroke.

"Oh my fucking god!" Abby exclaimed, breathlessly.

Ray licked back down, forcing his tongue into the gap and then out the bottom. Abby wanted to buck into the hot, slick organ but she was tied down, all she could do was moan loudly and arch her shoulders back into the hard wood of the hope chest. She was trapped and completely at Ray's mercy.

Ray licked her up and down several times, making Abby wetter with his tongue and increasing her need. He brought up his thumbs and spread her puffy outer lips open, revealing her dark pink inner lips, glistening. Ray licked up one side of this and down the other, circling.

Abby gasped. "Oh god, yes, yes, that's so beautiful, Ray!"

Ray tongued the opening of her channel and each time he could see her ankles strain against her restraints, could see her thigh muscles flex in futility. Abby hissed and gasped. Ray pulled back, just rubbing her vulva with his thumbs and Abby whimpered.

"Ray, please-"

Ray placed his mouth directly over the hood at the top of her sex and licked hard.

"FUCKING CHRIST!" Abby shouted, eyes wide. Ray's tongue was mobile, expressive, and slick, like its own living thing. Her fingers could never do this. Inside her lightning flashed from her clit to deep inside her core.

Ray flicked his tongue back and forth over the nub there and Abby thrashed as much as her restraints would allow. Lightning consumed her but she was nearly immobile in its current. It was maddening, it was ecstatic, it was inescapable. All Abby could do was babble a constant string of yeses interlaced with punctuation of obscenity.

"Yes yes yes fuck yes yes yes yes my cunt yes yes god my pussy." She created a profane litany, a droning supplicant prayer to the god that was eating her raw dripping sex. Ray removed his tongue and sucked on the clit, hard. While doing this he pressed his middle finger all the way to the last knuckle.

Abby hissed and screamed. "YEEESSSSS!" Her fingers dug into the side of the chest hard enough to crack one nail.

Ray curled the finger, feeling around inside her channel. And then began moving it in and out, sucking Abby's clit to the rhythm.

"FuuuuuuUhuuuuuuUhuuuuck!" Cords on Abby's neck stood out, she was covered in sweat. Inside her was all thunder and lightning. Deep inside the knot of need was not fire but electric, savage, twitching, sparking. She needed to writhe, to buck, to arch, but she was stuck. Release of any kind seemed so for away even as the sensations increased.

Then Ray added a second finger and curled them both. It struck something inside Abby and mashed it against the inside of her pubic bone. An explosion of electric pleasure spasmed out of that spot and through her to her brain.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Abby squealed through clenched teeth. Ray uncurled his fingers. "That!" Abby begged, "Do that again!"

Ray did that and Abby moaned. He did it again and she screamed, "Fuuuuuuuck, Raaaaay!"

Finally, Ray sucked and nipped Abby's clit with his teeth while pressing that spot hard with his fingers.

Abby came savagely. She threw back her head and screamed, howled really. Her fists balled, and pulled against her straps. Her toes curled. Her tummy flexed in and out with each guttural release of pleasure. Her Tempest roared through her all whipping wind and electric fury. She came down from the high in fits, spasming, waves of pleasure continuing to crash over her, slowly losing height and energy with each new crest. Ray nibbled on her hot little nub the whole time. Finally, she lay on the chest damp, panting, and spent.

"Stop. Ray, please, too much, stop." Abby gasped the words out.

Ray released Abby's clit with a slurping pop and eased his fingers out of her. His mouth and chin dripped with her juices. She whimpered and looked away from Ray, trying to bury the side of her face in her pillow. Ray laughed.

"What's the matter Abbs?"

She choked in her throat. "Don't look at me!"

Ray stroked her inner thighs gently with both hands. "Why?"

"I don't know", Abby felt tears in her eyes, "just so intense."

"Do you want me to untie you?"

Abby laughed, "I didn't say the word. Just... that was so special and wonderful. I feel like I don't deserve it. I feel all exposed."

Ray smiled and gave her thighs a squeeze. "Abbs, look at me."

Abby pressed her face into the pillow harder. "No-o, I look like a mess!"

"How can you say that about one of the sexiest things I have ever seen?"

Abby smiled and looked down at Ray. "Really?"

Ray nodded. "Yes, that was amazing." Ray stoop up, his cock was hard. Harder than Abby had ever seen it. It normally drooped a bit, but now it stood up proud, straight, pointing slightly up. "And, now, if you're willing, I'm going to fuck that pussy as hard and as deep as I can."

Abby nodded. More accurately her head bobbed on her neck. She discovered that knot inside her was still there, winding, thrashing, deep inside. This was just what she needed.

Ray stopped and looked at his hand, wet with her, and smirked. "But first..." He reached down with his other hand, peeled back his foreskin, and wiped those juices all over his cockhead.

Ray moved around the chest next to Abby's head. He stepped up, lifted his cock, and plopped it on her cheek.

"You deserve a taste, too. Only fair."

Abby inhaled. Ray had been working all day in the heat and hand not washed. He smelled like dusty earth, salty sweat, and acrid musk. On top of that was the heady, salty smell of her own dampness. She inhaled it and her head swam. She turned her head and ran her lips and tongue over it as best she could. The flavor was salty and bitter and acrid and filthy and fucking perfect. Inside her the knot grew angry and made her shiver.

"Good girl", said Ray and rubbed Abby's head. She moaned into his cockhead. "Now your reward."

Ray returned back to the end of the chest and leaned over Abby, placing his hands around the edge of the chest on either side of her midsection. He did not even have to aim, he leaned forward and brought his hips down and buried himself nearly in one go.

Abby tensed against her bonds and shrieked as he hit that pulsing knot inside her and practically ripped it open. She trembled and shook against the hope chest. Ray did not miss a beat, he pulled his hips back, thrust again and bottomed out.

"Christ, Abby, I can feel you shaking around my cock!"

All Abby could do was moan in response.

Ray laughed. "All right, Abbs, strap in."

Ray went at her with a steady long rhythm, sawing almost his whole length over and over, back and forth. Muscles in his ass, legs, shoulders, and chest flexed with the motion. He broke out in an all over sweat. He grunted and groaned with the effort but kept up, increasing the pace after a while.

Under him Abby just made primitive guttural noises. It would be too civilized to call them words, too sensual to call them moans. Every time Ray hit bottom muscular contractions forced air out of Abby's lungs and out her throat and whatever shape her throat and mouth made at that moment was the sound she created. She was lost in electric bliss, just riding wave after wave.

Then the pleasure exploded, a blasting thunderclap from her sex that rolled through her. All Abby could do was pound her fists against the hope chest sides and groan.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNH!" Abby rode the high until it crested and then abated leaving Abby gasping.

And then something happened that she had not experienced: another climax. Abby had cum multiple times before in one fuck, but each was a separate event, each different and wonderful in its own way. This was not that. The previous climax did not go away, but instead lessened and then rolled into another. It was like being caught in a thunderstorm, windy and furious. Then the pelting rain slows and you see sunlight through the dark cloud, only for the skies to darken again and the storm to whip up anew. And all Abby could do was moan through each new wave, completely helpless before the force within her sex.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHN", gasping panting, and again, "UUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHN!" Over and over. Her throat felt raw with the effort.

Ray groaned. "Holy shit, Abby, every time you do that I can feel it inside."

A few more strokes and Ray pushed hard and erupted into Abby, grunting hard with each swelling pulse of his hot cum. When he was done he stood up and pulled himself from his little sister who laid there gasping and whimpering.

Ray sat on the edge of the bed a moment and collected himself. He looked at his petite sister, her body dripping sweat, her tummy rising with each gasp for air, her mouth open and her eyes closed. He could see where the strap had left red marks from the strain, but he did not see broken skin or blood.

Ray reached out and brushed hair off of Abby's face where it clung. "Hey, Abbs, I'm going to start untying you now, okay?"

Abby blinked and looked around. She looked at Ray and gave him a slight smile. She nodded slowly.

Ray stood and uncinched each loop starting with feet, then thighs, and then wrists. Each time he inspected the area, rubbed it gently, and then moved on. When he was done Abby lay with her legs off the end of the chest, her arms dangling off the side of it, limp and sweaty.

"Abbs, do you want to stay there or do you want the bed?"

Abby waved weakly at the bed and mumbled something that nobody would call language. Ray got the message, though. He stood up and pulled back the quilt. He reached under Abby's knees and neck and picked her up. Turning he laid her down and tucked her in. She moaned, rolled on her side, and worked her cheek into her pillow. That done he stowed the straps under the hope chest and moved the chest back to the wall.

Ray went to get his clothes when Abby whined.

"Need something, Abbs?"

"Hold me. Please."

Ray dropped his jockies and moved around the bed. Lifting the cover he moved in close to Abby and spooned her from behind. He wrapped her in his arms and she sighed. Under the quilt was humid and hot, but the wrapped closeness was just about perfect. They laid like this as shadows lengthened and darkness settled in.

"Thank you for this, Ray." Abby, just a shadowy shape in the dark room.

Ray hugged her from behind. "No need to thank me, this was special. I won't forget this any time soon. Maybe ever."

Abby nodded and gripped Ray's arms. "Yeah, same. I will ask you to lick me again, though. Not now, but in the future."

Ray smiled. "Do I need more practice?"

"Yes. It makes perfect, you know." Abby snuggled back.

They stayed like this until the moon came up, orange and full, casting light onto the huddled lovers through the gable window.