scotgoth : Staked Out (F/M)

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Staked Out
By: scotgoth

Note: This story was recovered from the old site and edited for spelling and format to improve the reader’s experience.

This story was inspired by an old western we saw on TV.

It was another very hot and humid, bright sunny Saturday morning. Lisa and Paul sat in the living room watching television as they finished their breakfast.

Lisa was wearing a black cropped t-shirt with a multi-tone grey picture and lettering on the front, and loose-fitting Jungle Camouflage combat three-quarter trousers, and ‘Dunlop Green Flash’ white canvas plimsolls.

Paul was wearing a loose-fitting red and white ‘Nike’ tee-shirt, which was not, tucked into matching shorts and white socks with red-trimmed white leather trainers.

“Shall we do it?” Lisa asked, putting her empty cup on the tray.

“Back in a mo.” Paul agreed, getting up and heading inside the house.

Lisa cleared the pots away, and returned to the living room. Paul returned a few moments later, having taken his tee-shirt off.

Paul followed his sister through the kitchen and conservatory, and out into the immaculate and secluded back garden. They walked over to the shaded square between the shed and the garage.

Lisa had already prepared the scene. Four thick stakes were in the ground, forming a square of about one and a half meters by one and a half meters, with thick rope fastened to each.

“Make yourself comfortable!” Lisa teased, gesturing the screen.

Paul sat down in the middle of the square, facing the house. He lay full-length on the grass, and reached out for the top two stakes with his hands.

Lisa proceeded to tie Paul’s wrists and ankles very securely to the stakes with the ropes, stretching him right out in a spread-eagle position. She spared her brother mischievous giggles in response to his grunts as she tied the ropes very tight.

“Comfy?” Lisa teased, standing up to admire her helpless captive when she had finished.

“Great!” Paul replied, tugging experimentally at the unyieldingly tight ropes.

“See you in a bit!” Lisa exclaimed, heading for the house.

Lisa had set her laptop and uni books up on the coffee table in the conservatory. Her stopwatch was on the coffee table beside her laptop, and she set it going. Although she spared her brother quick glances periodically to begin with, she soon became so engrossed in her uni work she forgot all about her captive.

Lisa eventually remembered her captive and carefully put her laptop on the coffee table. Glancing at the stopwatch, she got up and went out towards him.

“How ya doing, bro?” Lisa asked cheerfully, standing beside her brother and looking down at him with a beaming smile on her face.

“Just great!” Paul replied returning his sister’s smile with a brag full smile of his own.

“Not ready to give yet?” Lisa teased, lifting her right foot onto her brother’s stomach and leaning on it.

“How long?” Paul asked.

“One hour and eight minutes!” Lisa replied.

“I can take it all day!” Paul bragged.

“Fair enough!” Lisa replied, lifting all her weight onto her right foot and seeing it sink deeply into Paul’s stomach.

Lisa laughed mischievously at Paul’s resulting cry as she held that position for two seconds and lifted her foot off and stood on the ground. Despite the short time on Paul’s stomach, Lisa’s weight was enough to put a vivid red imprint of her sole on her brother’s bare flesh.

Lisa spared her brother a mischievous smile as she walked back to the house.

Lisa was carrying a large glass of ice coke when she returned to check on her brother.

“Ready to give yet?” Lisa asked, approaching her brother and kneeling down on the grass on his right side.

“Not a chance!” Paul replied defiantly.

“It’s a hot day and you could do with a drink!” Lisa announced, carefully standing the glass on the grass next to Paul’s throat and guiding the long straw towards his mouth. “Drink slowly and carefully so you don’t choke!”

Lisa held the glass and straw in position while her brother gratefully took a long slow drink, emptying the glass.

“How long?” Paul asked when he’d finished his drink.

“Two hours and forty-six minutes!” Lisa replied admiringly. “I’m impressed!”
Lisa got up and headed back to the house.

With some very important assessments coming up soon at university, Lisa was totally focused on her work. After sparing about a quarter of an hour for a quick sandwich and cold drink, Lisa became so engrossed in her books and laptop she soon lost track of time and forgot all about her brother again. Consequently, a much longer period of time elapsed before Lisa remembered her captive.

“Ready to be untied yet?” Lisa asked casually, approaching her brother.

“You wish!” Paul retorted. “You’re gonna loose this challenge!”

Lisa stepped over her brother, and stood with both feet flat on the grass on either side of his stomach facing his head. With an evil giggle, she carefully lifted her left foot up and then her right, and stood full weight on Paul’s stomach facing his head.

“Still not ready to give?” Lisa teased.

“No fair!” Paul cried, writhing within the ropes. “Get off!”

Lisa laughed as she stood with both feet flat on the grass again on either side of her brother’s stomach.

“I admire your spirit!” Lisa exclaimed. “And, I’ve got a lot done today without you pestering me. I should tie you up like this more often!”

“How long?” Paul asked.

“Four hours and fifty-three minutes!” Lisa replied admiringly.

Lisa turned and left her brother, sparing her a mischievous laugh.

Lisa had the stopwatch hung round her neck when she returned.

“Six hours!” Lisa exclaimed admiringly. “I really think I’d better release you now. You’ve proved your point!”

Paul wasn’t arguing as his sister knelt down on the grass and proceeded to release him. After being stretched with tight ropes all day, his arms and legs were aching, and he was busting to go to the bathroom. As soon as he was free, Paul jumped up and raced into the house.

Knowing full well what the emergency was, Lisa laughed mischievously at her brother’s plight as she removed the stakes and ropes, and placed them in the shed.

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"Dunlop Green Flash" trainers dates this story.