12 - Sibling Tutor Session
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By infmed88
by infmed88 » Thu Dec 04, 2014 1:28 pm
Hey again everyone. Started another story though I'm not sure if/when I'll finish it. Hope some of you like it, and as always, I appreciate any positive/negative feed back.
Eighteen year old Jacob narrowed his eyes and glared at his smug little sister, the seventeen year old blonde who stood in front of him smugly brushing the non-existent dust from the hot pink gym shorts clinging to her thighs. When his mother had told him Stacey would be tutoring him for finals any way she could, he had protested at great length and volume. With her dirty knee high gym sock violently stuffed and taped into his mouth he was no longer protesting anything.
“Ready to cooperate?”
Jacob shook his head and let out an angry grunt as his blue eyes shot to the brown rope that nearly had him mummified. His already snug jeans were pulled uncomfortably tight now that his legs were spread apart and thoroughly roped to the chair he had been forced into. Stacey watched with no small amount of pleasure as her obnoxious brother squirmed and twisted in the ropes. With nearly a decade of girl-scout training, she was beyond certain that he’d be in that chair for the rest of the day.
“MMPHHHH!”
Cupping one hand to her ear as the other rested on her canted hips, Stacey wore a look of feigned concentration and leaned towards the wiggling boy, “Huh, did you say something?”
Stacey broke into an uncontrollable giggle fit as Jacob angrily shook his head as his muscled body strained against his bonds. As her laughter increased, so too did the humiliated boy’s struggling. The sight of his hands pathetically flapping at his sides continued to spur on her giggle fit until Stacey finally managed to regain her composure several long minutes later. Without her laughter, the room fell nearly completely silent save for the muffled grunts and squeaking of the chair resulting from Jacob’s intense struggles.
“What’s wrong Jake? You wouldn’t stop talking ten minutes ago, too busy eating my dirty sock?”
“MMMPHH MMMMMMM!”
Stacey rolled her eyes and shifted her hips, “MMMPHHH MMMMPHHH! Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
“HMMPHH MMMMPHH GMMPHHH!”
“Hmmm? Didn’t think I could take charge, is that it?”
“MMPHH MMMMM MMPHHHH!”
Pulling up a far more comfortable chair of her own, Stacey dumped a thick history book onto the table before crossing her legs and resting her bare feet between his thighs still helplessly tugging at the ropes tightly pressing into them. She watched gleefully as his face reddened at the realization that he was being schooled in more ways than one, and at the hands of a girl.
“That’s right big brother, I’m the one in charge now. Mom said that I had to help you study for your final this week, but she never said how to help you!”
With one hand idly tugging at the shorts riding higher and higher up her legs, Stacey propped her head against the other, her palm squishing against her cheek as she silently waited for her brother’s attention to settle back towards her. The room was once again filled only with the sound of an angry gagged boy accompanied by the high pitched squeaking of the chair he was expertly tied to. His hips wiggled and his back arched as his muscles flexed beneath the tight red shirt and yards of rope covering them with only brief and occasional resting periods filled with stifled demands.
“MMMPHHH! HMMM MMMM MMPHHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMMM.”
“There’s at least two volleyball games worth of sweat in that sock by the way, how do you like the taste?”
Jacob groaned in disgust and rolled his head back in exasperation before returning his gaze downwards again towards the ropes covering his body. With no end in sight to his aggressive squirming, Stacey teasingly wiggled her toes near his face as she picked up her phone and snapped a picture.
“Oh this is going on Facebook!”
“MMMMMMM MMPHHHHHHHH!”
“Oh wait, I want one with both of us in it!”
Stacey smiled ear to ear as she left her own chair and sat herself between her brother’s immobilized legs and daintily crossed her own. Leaning her back into his heaving chest, she wrapped her free arm around his broad shoulders and squished his packed cheeks with her hand to hold his head still against her own. With phone held high, she took another picture and held it out for the both of them, her hand keeping a firm hold of his face to ensure she had his full attention. Stacey gracefully slid her thumb over the screen, expertly manipulating the virtual keyboard as she attached a caption to the picture before posting it. Setting the phone down, she twisted her upper body around so that it gently pressed against his.
“Tutoring session with big bro, off to a great start! I’d say that’s pretty accurate, wouldn’t you agree Jakey?”
“MMMMPHHH MMMMMMMMM! HMMMMMPPHHH MMMM MMMPHHHHH! MMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMM!”
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infmed88's stories
- 01 - Dirty laundry and a bad guitar player (ff/m)
- 02 - Tied up over seas (f/m)
- 03 - Apparently girls rule (ff/mm)
- 04 - A day at the pool....almost (ff/m)
- 05 - Foiled Revenge (ff/mm)
- 06 - Study session (ff/m)
- 07 - A lesson for the road (ff/mm)
- 08 - Who' s babysitting who? (f/m)
- 09 - Team work (ff/mm)
- 10 - Revenge of the ex (f/m)
- 11 - Tied up in homework (F/M)
- 12 - Sibling Tutor Session (f/m)
- 13 - A country girl can survive (f/m) in Adults archive
- 14 - Beach Volleyball (f+/m+)
- 15 - Teen Time Out (FF/M)
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