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Stephanie's New Year

Copyright© 2006 by Sam Blythe

Chapter 6

BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - A 14-year-old girl is gradually introduced into a submissive lifestyle by older brother. Story is multi-part and rather long. It is not a "slam, bam, thank you ma'am" approach.

Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Mult   Teenagers   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Slavery   Heterosexual   Incest   Brother   Sister   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   Spanking   Light Bond   Humiliation   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Petting   Sex Toys   Food   Body Modification   Slow  

My name is Stephanie and this is my story. I turned 14 in October and I'm in the 8th grade. I'm about 5 feet tall and weight 94 pounds. I have dark brown hair — actually its almost black — which is really straight. Sometimes I wish it had some wavy curl to it, but it hangs flat, down to the middle of my shoulder blades. I do get compliments on it though; I think because it looks like silk (when its clean). Though I'm not very tall, I'm still growing so I hope to make it to 5'6" at least some day. I have an oval face and naturally white teeth, which look great when I smile. My eyes are very green and sometimes people think I'm wearying contacts because of how green they are.

I didn't start puberty until about a year or so ago, and my figure has been developing ever since. Of course, I hope I still have a ways to go. My breasts are still almost non-existent. They're only A cup right now (about the size of small lemons) so I'm sure they'll get bigger. I've lost my baby fat though, so I have a nice hourglass type figure; a very slim waist and a cute little butt. But I think my best assets are my legs. They're really long and toned and I think they look sexy. I'm not very athletic and am somewhat of a skinny weakling, but I've always been very active so what little muscle I have is toned with next to no fat.

I guess I should tell you about my family. My parents separated a couple of months ago and I guess they'll be getting a divorce. My mom found out that dad was cheating on her with a 25 year old blond girl! They had a big fight and so he packed up and moved out in late November. It still hurts. He hasn't even called us since he left. I always thought he loved me and if I needed something, it was him that I turned to. I could never get squat from mom. But I've hardly heard from him at all since he left.

He and my mom are both 45 but my mom doesn't' look it. She looks more like 32 so I can't see why Dad left her. But it didn't take her long to find another guy. She's been seeing someone, but I've never met him. I don't even know his name. Mom was always the strict one in the family and so she never tried to be my friend; always keeping some distance between us. I'm not even sure she likes me. She seems to LOVE Dave and lets Mike do whatever he wants, but I don't think I mean squat to her. I used to think that being her only daughter, she'd treat me kind of special, but it's never happened.

I've always tried to be a good girl, never even been out on a real date. I'm a virgin and have never done anything with a guy but maybe a light kiss. So the stuff that Dave and I have been doing is new and exciting for me. I think it's great that he's teaching me more than I ever knew before about guys and even about myself. Gee, before we started doing stuff, I'd never even had an orgasm. I mean, I tried and all, but I just couldn't seem to get excited enough to bring myself off.

I have two brothers, Dave and Mike. Mike doesn't hang around much. He always seemed to treat me like I was in his way. So I've avoided him when I could. He has a lot of friends from school so he spends most of his time hanging out with them. He even spends the night out over at their house's a lot and we don't even know where sometimes, but Mom doesn't really care. She's gone a lot herself now with her new boyfriend. It's like being here reminds her of my dad, so she just stays away.

That leaves me at home alone a lot with my oldest brother, Dave. He's 17 and very strong. We were really close when I was young, but then we drifted apart and after Dad left it got really bad. Dave just drifted away from everyone. But I'd see him looking at me, and not always like a brother should look at his sister. When I found the handcuffs and gags in his room, it scared me, especially when he caught me looking. I stayed away from him for a long time. But just before Christmas I finally got the courage to talk to him and we've been much closer since then.

I love him more than ever now. I trust him to. I know he would never really hurt me. Even when we've played our games and he's tied me up. He never did anything to me I didn't want him to do, even though I was helpless to stop him. I don't think its so weird anymore that he reads porn or fantasizes about tying people up, because, well... I've tried it and its exciting. I hope that doesn't make me weird, but I think there are a lot of people out there who have fantasies of being tied up.

There's something REALLY exciting about being tied up and helpless. Well, I'm not sure if I'd feel the same with someone who might hurt me, but Dave wouldn't do that. He's even told me he doesn't like the torture stuff. For us, it's about control. He likes to feel like he's in control and I guess I kind of like feeling helpless. And the way he touches me when I'm tied up... oooohh... it drives me wild.

On Christmas, I let him put a collar on me and lock my wrist together as well as my ankles. Then he blindfolded and gagged me. I had told him he could touch me, but could only touch my pussy or my breasts with something other than his fingers or his mouth. I had a one-piece swimsuit on. It took a while before I let him go that far, but he'd been touching me everywhere else and it felt so good, I couldn't resist. So I let him touch me there too, but only with parts of himself that couldn't really "feel". It was awesome! But it got better when he used what I think was a vibrator, against my pussy (through the swimsuit). A few minutes of that and I came for the first time in my life!

The next day was the day after Christmas of 2005 (Sunday) and everyone was home. When Dave and I saw each other, we kind of smiled at each other with something like a hidden meaning, but we didn't say anything about what we'd done the day before. I kept thinking about it though. I mean, he made me feel REALLY good.

When I went to bed at night, I kept trying to make myself feel like that, but I couldn't. I just kept getting hornier. I mean I'd rub myself between my legs and touch my nipples. I even closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was Dave doing things to me, but it was never the same.

It was Friday before Dave and I were alone again for any extended period. Mom had told us that after work that day, she was going over to her boyfriend's and they were flying out to spend New Year's in New York City. She wouldn't be back until Monday evening. We didn't start school again until Tuesday, the 2nd.

She told Dave to keep an eye on things — that as the oldest, he was in charge. She told him she'd given Mike permission to spend the weekend over at his friend's house, so Dave and I would be on our own. Since she was going to be out of town, she told me I wasn't to be out past 9 and that I had to make sure Dave always knew where I was. And, I had to have Dave's permission to leave the house.

So Dave said, "Okay Mom, I'll keep her on a tight leash" with a big smile and a little wink at me.

I felt my face turning red remembering the collar and leash he had on me on Christmas, so I turned away and told Mom to have a good time in NY, then went to watch TV. After she left (about 9 am), I just sat watching the morning shows until Dave came and sat down beside me.

"Sooooo," he said, "whatcha wanna do today?"

"Hmmmmm... How about you taking me to the mall and buying me a new outfit?" Of course, I was thinking of something for school or maybe a 'going out' outfit.

"You know," he said, "that's not a bad idea. I mean, Mom gave me a little money to keep us occupied with and I've got some too... So yeah, let's do it!"

I was shocked! I didn't really think he'd actually take me; I'd just been kidding. Of course I almost bolted to my room to get ready. I could hear him laughing at me from the living room.

Half hour later, we were out the door. Even though it was almost January, it was unusually warm and so I wore jeans and a pullover sweater over my bra that just touched the waist of my pants. It was a little chilly, but I hate coats. And I know... I probably didn't need to wear a bra, but I wore padded bras that gave me a little more up top.

I was hoping that Dave'd just give me some money when we got there and let me do my own shopping, but he'd have none of that. He said he'd promised Mom to keep an eye on me, so I was stuck having him keep me company. And he kept a hand on me the whole time, either around my shoulder or on my upper arm. It was like he didn't want me to run away.

We went into Lisa's Place, a popular local clothing store for girls that sold trendy stuff, and started looking around in the teen fashions. I was heading for the jeans, but Dave steered me over to the skirts. He whispered in my ear that if he was going to be buying the outfits, it was going to be things HE wanted me to wear. I wasn't as happy about that, but hey, he was buying so I didn't complain. He kept hold of my arm with a gentle grasp as we looked through the skirts — the short skirts.

We found one that he liked, similar to what Wilma Flintstone wore, and he had me carry it. It looked a little shorter that what I usually wore and was made from a rather thin white satin material. Then we found two more that he approved of, both really short. One was pleated like a school uniform skirt, but was solid black and made from thin cotton. The other was a form fitting, really tight skirt that was made from a stretchy material. I thought they looked sexy as hell, but they were a little shorter than I usually wore.

We also picked a few tops — tank tops and tube tops, none that reached my navel. Next, he guided me over to where they had the swim suits. He picked out three for me to try on, and only one of them was a one-piece. It even had a fairly low neckline and the bottom part came up on the sides so high it fit above my hips.

The other two were bikini suits. The first was even a red thong suit with hardly enough material in front to cover me. I was thinking I might even have to trim things to maintain a any modesty. The second one was blue and a little more modest but still displayed more than I wanted.

I tried to tell him these things were too short and skimpy for me. He just told me they'd look great on me and I'd think so too once I got used to wearing them and saw how they looked.

He told me how great my body was and how pretty I'd look in these things. He also told me it would make him really happy if I'd let him buy them for me. He seemed so pleased, I didn't have the heart to tell him no. I could not imagine actually wearing these things. And those tops would just show everyone I wasn't well endowed.

But then he wanted me to try them on! He pulled my arm and led me back to the dressing rooms. He put me in a stall and said he'd give me one at a time, but wouldn't give me the first one until I handed him the clothes I was wearing over the door. I tried to protest, but part of me wanted to see how I looked in those outfits so I didn't protest too much.

I took off my clothes and handed them out to him, leaving myself completely naked. He handed the first one to me, opening the door only far enough to slip it in. He didn't make any attempt to peek. He told me he'd wait just outside and when I was ready, I was to open the doors and let him see.

I didn't really like this much. I didn't really want him controlling what I was going to buy, didn't want to try them on here, and certainly didn't think I wanted him to see me in these skimpy little things. But he'd been really nice to me...

He told me to hurry up and he'd take me to my favorite restaurant for lunch, then we'd have ice cream! So I went to work to keep him happy.

The first one was the Wilma skirt and a pink tank top. The points of the skirt came to about four inches above my knees, but much of it was barely mid thigh. I opened the door so he could see, but didn't step out. Dave had me turn around and show him the whole thing. He had a big smile on his face as he watched me. I could tell he liked it. His expression was almost... hungry.

"Mmmm Mmm," he said, "You look good enough to eat." I blushed, but loved his compliment.

We went through everything one at a time until we came to the thong bikini. When he passed that one through the door for me to wear, I balked a little. I just didn't want to wear it and sure didn't want him to see. The problem was, he had all the other clothes, including the ones I wore to come here.

No amount of protests would persuade him, so I agreed. I put it on and looked at the mirror. I was appalled! There was like NOTHING to it! And sure enough, there was a little pubic hair showing on either side of the little strip of cloth in front. I tried to pull the cloth wider and even tucked some of the hair beneath the cloth, but some still showed if you looked careful.

The top was so small, it just barely covered the brown aureoles around my nipples, leaving considerable cleavage showing. I told him I didn't think I could show him this one.

He said, "Oh, come on Steph. It's just a swim suit. And besides, you don't want to have to leave here with just that on, do you?"

I begged him to give me my clothes back and not make me show him this one. He told me that if I wasn't going to show him, he'd just leave me and head back home. I knew I'd just die for anyone to see me like this, but better just Dave than the whole world.

But the next thing I knew, he was opening the doors to see me! I almost screamed, but was so shocked, only a gasp escaped my throat.

"Oh yeah," he said, "You look AWESOME!!!" and he just stared at me from top to bottom.

"Dave, close the door! What are you doing? Don't look at me!"

But he just ignored me and kept looking. I tried covering my crotch and breasts with my hands, but he reached out and took hold of my wrists and brought them down to my sides.

I wanted to cry I was so embarrassed, but it was hard to do that when he was smiling at me with such obvious appreciation for what he saw. It actually kind of excited me that he had come in without permission when I was dressed so scantily. And that he liked what he saw! I know I should've been angry with him, but...

"Now turn around," he said, "so I can get a good look at the back."

I knew if I did that, he'd see my whole bum with only the thong running between my cheeks. So, I didn't move.

"Steph, come on, turn around." and he held his finger up and circled it to emphasize his instruction. I noticed his eyes seemed to be focusing on the little patch of cloth 'covering' my pussy mound, and just knew he was looking at the hairs poking out around the sides. So, if just to keep him from looking at that, I started to turn. When I was turned with my back toward him, I could feel his hands on my shoulders, stopping my turn.

"Sister Stephanie, you have an awesome ass!"

I could have just died! My hands flew to cover my rear end, and I almost turned around again, but knew that would expose my skimpy front again. His hands slid down again to grab my wrists and pull them away from my body.

"Dave, please let me get dressed now. You've seen enough." I was getting upset now, but I was also a little aroused and worried that I might dampen the little bit of material that made up the bottom of the suit.

"I could never get enough of you," he said. "Just another minute more." and he kept me still, holding my wrists so I didn't have much choice. I just stood there while his eyes raked my backside from head to toe.

Finally, he let me go with a sigh, but moved his hands to my shoulders again and twisted me around so I was facing him again. I almost covered myself with my hands again, but figured he'd just stop me again so held my hands to my sides.

Eventually, he had enough and reached outside the cubicle and handed me my own clothes with one last appreciative look. Then he stepped outside. When I handed him over the last suit, he told me to hurry along as he was going to go pay for them. I figured he'd be waiting a long time before he got me into that last one again.

He paid almost $280 for the outfits and I was grateful for his generosity, even though I wasn't crazy about the selections. As we left, he held my arm again, just above the elbow. I was getting kind of used to it and hardly noticed.

True to his word, he took me to lunch at Friendly's, but since we'd both just eaten lunch, we got a pint of ice cream and brought it home with us. When we got home, I thanked him again for treating me to the outfits and lunch and all. Then I have him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

He said to me, "You could really show your appreciation if you played the tie-up game with me again." Somehow, I knew he'd want to play again. It had been four days since last time and we'd be all alone for the whole weekend.

"Like, what did you have in mind?" I asked, not sure whether to be excited or anxious.

He told me that he just wanted another opportunity to make me feel good, like on Christmas. Well, I'd been anxious about feeling like that again ever since last time he did that to me.

I was still a little nervous though, but said, "Yeah, sure." anyway. I mean, I really, really, really liked those feelings and couldn't resist, but I didn't want him to know how excited I was.

"Okay," he said, "come with me."

He took my arm again and helped me up the stairs and into his room. I stood looking out the window while he got his stuff. I heard him step up behind me and was about to turn around but he touched my shoulders and told me to stay where I was, with my back to him.

I felt him move my hair to one side and then he put the collar around my neck and clicked the lock, then attached the leash. I'm not really crazy about the whole collar and leash thing. It makes me feel like a pet or a slave or something. It's a little more degrading than just being tied or cuffed. Next, he locked the padded leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, but doesn't attach them to each other yet. These are all about an inch and a half wide and made from a dark brown leather, even the collar.

"Comfy?" he asks.

I assured him I was fine. He'd brought the bags from the store upstairs with him so he pulled out the one-piece swim suit and handed it to me. He led me to the closet (which made me nervous, remembering my last time there) and attached the leash to the cloths bar.

He put me inside and shut the door, telling me he'd be right outside and just call out when I'm done. So I go ahead and change, then call out to let him know I'm done. As the door opened, I stood there in the one piece suit wearing my jeans on top of the suit, but I'd left the sweater off.

He frowned at me and said, "Now did I tell you to put your jeans back on?"

I told him no, but since he didn't tell me not to, I figured he wanted me with my street clothes on like last time.

"Stephie, when we play our little game, only do what I tell you to do... don't make assumptions. I'll have to punish you for that later."

My jaw drops! "What?!" I said, thinking: I didn't do anything wrong!

"Well, if you're gonna play... and get your thrills... you have to play the game right."

"Wha da ya mean, 'play it right'?" I said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"When we play, you do what I say. No more. No less."

"Oh" I say. "Okay, but you can't do anything that I don't want. And you can't touch me in my privates."

"Sure, you know you can trust me. We'll only go as far as you've agreed already."

So I told him, "Alright."

"Well... ?" he said, looking at me expectantly.

I went ahead and took off my jeans again, leaving the bathing suit as my only covering. Even though he's seen me in only a suit before, I was still embarrassed and kept my eyes on the floor.

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