Chapter 11: Tying Up Loose Ends

We slept late the next morning. I felt Carrie get up at one point to go to the bathroom, but a few minutes later she came back and snuggled up tight against me, laying her head on my shoulder after she gave me a quick, but very sensual kiss.

I woke up hungry, but also with some very nice morning wood. I considered getting on top of my sister and plowing it deep inside her, but thought her pussy might still be sore from yesterday. I remembered how she wanted me to wake her up last year, so I decided a stroll down memory lane would be in order.

Being as gentle as possible, I rolled Carrie over on her back and eased the covers off her. She was naked of course, since I told her she was not allowed to wear clothes in this house. I stopped and watch her sleeping for a moment, loving the way her breasts rose and fell as she slept. Still being very slow and careful, I eased her knees apart until I exposed her delicious little pussy. I kissed her outer lips several times before I dragged my tongue up the middle of her slit, swirling it around her clit when I reached the top.

My sleepy little sister drew in a sharp breath when I sucked her clit into my mouth, and her hand reached down and gripped my hair. “Oh ... fuck ... oh yes,” she said in a low, husky voice. I continued to work her pussy with my lips and tongue, while she pulled on my hair and writhed her body around on the sheets.

As usual, I continued to edge her and kept her right on the verge of an orgasm for half an hour or more. About midway through I gently inserted one, then another finger, using them to gently work on her g-spot. Each time I would slow down to let her come down from her approaching orgasm, she would look down at me, pleading and cursing as I laughed at her with just my eyes.

Eventually I relented and pushed her hard towards her climax. She grabbed my hair with both hands and clamped her thighs tight around my head, screaming out in ecstasy. Yeah ... I damn sure owned this pussy now, and planned on doing many naughty things to it going forward.

We spent another thirty minutes taking our morning shower together, but I didn’t try to fuck her. I loved the feel of my sister’s soapy body when I ran my hands all over it. From her firm ass to her pillowy soft titties, all of it felt great as I squeezed and rubbed her all over. After she washed my cock and balls, Carrie got down on her knees and gave another fantastic blowjob. I felt like I needed to find Zoe’s address and send her a thank-you card.

I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and watched a streaming show while Carrie cooked us breakfast. She was naked, of course. I had no intention of letting her have clothes until we left this place later this week. I got bored of the show and went to fetch the Shibari book out of the bedroom, focusing on the section on how to hogtie someone.

“Breakfast is ready, Mark,” Carrie called from the kitchen island, which was only a few feet away from the couch. I walked over and saw that she had two plates on the island, each with eggs, bacon, avocado slices, and toast.

“It looks delicious. Thanks for cooking, baby girl. I’ll do it tomorrow morning.” I picked up both plates and shrugged my head towards the couch for her to follow me. “Bring the drinks.”

She picked up two glasses of orange juice and followed me over to the couch. I sat down on it near one end and put the plates on the table beside me. I took the glasses from Carrie and did the same. Then I patted my legs to tell her to sit on my lap, with her straddling my legs and facing me.

I handed her a plate before I picked up mine, and we awkwardly ate for a few minutes, with both of us giggling and laughing at how clumsy it all was. I finished first and set my plate back down on the table and took a long drink of orange juice to wash it all down. Now my hands were free to rub up and down Carrie’s exposed thighs, and of course I teased her pussy some as well. Her little inner butterfly lips stuck out from the clam shell that the outer lips made, and I loved gently stroking them which made her flinch and complain each time.

“Mark, I’m going to spill my food. Stop!”

“No way,” I said with a smirk. “This is my pussy and I can play with it anytime I want, right?”

She didn’t say anything, so I reached again and squeezed her little lips between my thumb and forefinger.

“Right?” I asked again.

“Yes! It’s your pussy! You know that. You’re going to clean up the mess if you make me spill my plate, though.”

I let her finish eating then she asked for her glass of OJ, which I handed her. When I set it back down, we spent almost half an hour sitting like that. I absolutely loved having her sit on my lap facing me, since it allowed me to maintain eye contact while my hands roamed free. We continued to catch up on things from our time apart, and stopped several times while she leaned forward and held my head in her hands while we shared deep, searching kisses. I was madly in love with this woman, and wanted to get started living our new life together.

“Okay, hop up,” I said when I realized my legs were starting to fall asleep. She wasn’t very heavy, but she’d been sitting on them for almost an hour while we kissed and talked.

I pushed her gently off to the side, so she was sitting on the couch, then stood up and grabbed a blanket to settle it over her. I handed her the remote then gathered up the dishes and took them into the kitchen to rinse them off in the sink. I stood there gazing out the kitchen window for a moment before I had an idea.

I went back into the bedroom and retrieved the bag with the rope in it. I stopped by the couch and picked up the book and took Carrie by the hand to lead her into the kitchen. I guided her to the kitchen island, where I helped her up so she could lay on her stomach. I had never attempted a hogtie before, and the thought of tying my sister up sent a thrill through me.

“Carrie, I’m going to start by putting the ball gag in your mouth. Are you ready?” I asked, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach.

Carrie nodded, her eyes gleaming with trust and excitement. I carefully placed the red ball gag in her mouth, securing it gently behind her head. I could see her tongue exploring the foreign object, her eyes never leaving mine.

“If you’re in real distress and want to stop, remember to shake your head back and forth and make a “Mmph, mmph, mmph” noise,” I said.

I turned to the book, flipping through the pages until I found the section on hogties. “Okay, let’s see ... First, I need to tie your wrists together,” I said, more to myself than to Carrie. I took a length of rope and began to wrap it around her wrists, following the instructions carefully. “The book says to leave some slack, so you’re comfortable. Is this okay?” I asked, checking her reaction.

Carrie nodded, her eyes encouraging me to continue. I felt a surge of confidence and moved on to the next step. “Now, I need to tie your ankles. The book suggests using a figure-eight knot for this. Let me see if I can get it right.”

I worked slowly, my fingers fumbling slightly as I tried to replicate the knot from the book. “This is harder than it looks,” I muttered, my brow furrowing in concentration. Finally, after a few attempts, I managed to secure the knot. “There, that should do it,” I said, giving the rope a gentle tug to test its strength.

“Alright, next is the tricky part. I need to bring your wrists and ankles together behind your back. The book says to be gentle and make sure you’re not pulling too tight.” I carefully lifted her wrists and ankles, bringing them together behind her back. I could feel her body tense slightly as I secured the rope, ensuring it was tight enough to hold but not so tight that it was uncomfortable.

“How does that feel, Carrie? Is it too tight?” I asked, my voice laced with concern. She shook her head, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and submission. I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Okay, I think I’ve got the basics down. Let me just double-check the book to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

I flipped back through the pages, comparing my handiwork to the diagrams. Something didn’t seem right. “Hmm, this doesn’t look quite like the picture,” I said, tilting my head to the side. “I wonder what I did wrong.”