Chapter 4

We finally said goodnight and went to bed a half hour later than normal. I took a shower and got ready for bed. After Tyler took his shower he came in to say goodnight to me. I was already in bed with the light out. He bent over and kissed me.

I thought that was sweet. But it turned out that he has a surprise in store for me. While I was taking a shower he had tied a length of rope to the each of the four corners of my bed. After he kissed me he said, “Open your mouth, Mya.”

I suppose because I’ve become so accustomed to following his instructions over the last two days I opened my mouth without thinking. He grinned and shoved the damp red panties I was wearing this afternoon into my mouth.

I was shocked. But before I could react he straddled me and sat on my stomach. He quickly pulled up the ropes he fastened to my headboard and secured my arms over my head. I didn’t struggle. I know he wouldn’t hurt me and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt he’s doing this for me, not to me.

I watched as he stood up and went to the foot of my bed. He pulled the covers off the bed and grabbed my ankles. He slowly pulled me down, extending my body, drawing the ropes around my wrists tight and stretching my arms out.

He reached under my bed and pulled out more rope. He secured my legs to the corners of my bed, leaving me totally helpless. I felt so deliciously vulnerable when he roughly tore my pajamas to shreds, leaving them hanging off my exposed body so that it looks like a rape scene.

My breasts are exposed through the tattered strips of cloth that had been my pajama top. My belly has been bared and in the dim moonlight coming in my window my little patch of blonde pubic hair seems to be glowing. I can see the tendons in my thighs standing out as I began to pull against the ropes.

Tyler reached under my bed again. He pulled his camera out and started taking pictures.

I struggled in vain to free myself. I’m not really struggling because I want to get free, though. I’m struggling so the camera will catch the full effect of the rape scene Tyler has created. I can picture it in my mind and I can’t wait to see the photographs!

He moved all around the bed taking picture after exciting picture. He even stepped up onto my bed and stood over me, taking pictures of me from above. He didn’t stop until he filled up the data card in his camera. He put his camera back under the bed and stood staring at me for a long time. The only sound in the room is heavy breathing. We’re both breathing hard and it’s not as a result of exertion.

Tyler knelt on the floor at my feet and bent down and kissed my toes. He kissed each toe in turn and then he took several of them into his mouth and sucked them like little cocks. I’m surprised at how erotic it is.

He began to slowly lick and kiss his way up my widespread legs to my throbbing pussy and when he finally reached it he kissed all around it. I started struggling again, groaning into my gag and trying to beg him to lick me there. He knows what I want, what I need. I see it in his eyes. But he continued to tease me for several exciting, frustrating minutes before he began to slide his tongue through my dripping wet pussy.

It was amazing! The ropes, the gag, the shredded pajamas, the feeling of helplessness, even though I trust Tyler completely the excitement of being trussed up like this was overwhelming. I soon came to realize it’s a good thing he stuffed that gag in my mouth. I began to scream and I knew I could not have controlled it. I’m totally out of control. I came and I came and I came, one violent orgasm after another.

I didn’t pass out this time. I came close, though. I was feeling very light-headed when he finally took pity on me and stopped. He rested his cheek on my sopping wet mound. He kissed my thigh softly and whispered, “I love you, Mya.”

We remained like that for a long time before he finally sighed and kissed my thigh again. He moved down to untie my ankles and then he untied my wrists. All the while I was crying like a baby. He stood over me and gently removed the panties from my mouth and used them to dab the tears from my eyes.

I reached up and pulled him down on top of me. I held him tight and we kissed passionately. I held him in my arms and said, “I love you, Tyler. I love you so much. Thank you for this. You are so sweet.”

He smiled down at me and I saw the love in his eyes. Then he exclaimed excitedly, “God, Mya! Wait until you see those pictures tomorrow. You looked so fucking hot!”

I knew it, too. I can’t wait.

He finally struggled to his feet. He gathered up the ropes and his camera and quietly said, “Goodnight, Mya.”

He turned to leave and I said, “Goodnight, Tyler.” Then I said, “You owe me a pair of pajamas you freak!”

He laughed and went back to his bedroom.

I knew my parents wouldn’t be coming up to say goodnight so I left my shredded pajamas on. They’re a little uncomfortable but very exciting. Just before I went to sleep I realized that before I get married I’m going to have to make sure my future husband is good at tying knots. This isn’t something I can give up.

The next day was Friday. It was a normal day, unless you consider the fact that we now ride to school with our hands on each other’s genitals. I thanked Tyler again for being so creative and imaginative last night. I really, really enjoyed it.

It wasn’t until we started home after school that the excitement level started ramping back up. As soon as I pulled out onto the highway got away from the normal school traffic jam Tyler said, “I talked to Ken.”

All of a sudden I noticed it was a little harder to breathe and my heart was beating faster.

I waited for him to continue. The little bastard is teasing me. He knows I’m dying for him to tell me what happened, what they said, what was decided.

I finally had to ask. “How much did you tell him?”

He said, “Not much. I told him I found a girl who’s willing to pose for us. I didn’t tell him who she is. He’s coming over as soon as he gets home and picks up his camera and a couple of lenses.”

“He has no idea the girl is me or that there’s a chance I might do more than pose? And he doesn’t realize we want him to take pictures of us together of course, since he doesn’t know it’s me. The poor bastard’s going to have a heart attack you know.”

Tyler chuckled and said, “He tried to find out who it is but I wouldn’t tell him. His only other concern was that you not be home. He thought you’d be mad if you found out.”

“That kid has been staring holes in my clothes since we met him. I’m not sure his heart will be able to handle this.”

“He has always had the hots for you. But you can’t blame a guy for that. I even thought you were the hottest girl I knew and guys just don’t think like that about their sisters. I never even considered having sex with you. Not even when I finally got up the nerve to ask you to pose for me.”

I laughed and reminded him, “You didn’t get up the nerve to ask me to pose. I had to force it out of you. I almost had to torture you! But I know what you mean. I never imagined we’d have this kind of relationship. Hell, I’m not even sure what kind of relationship this is!”

We tried to decide how best to break this to Ken. By the time we got home we decided I’d get ready and wait in my room. When Ken comes over Tyler will bring him to my room and just take over and start telling me what he wants me to do. It might be a good idea to have some smelling salts on hand but I’m pretty sure we don’t have any.

The first thing we had to do when we got home was rush to Tyler’s room and check out the pictures of me tied to my bed last night. He booted up his computer while I stood behind him and slowly undressed. I want to take a quick shower before Ken gets here.

We have a little time because Ken rides the bus and won’t be home for another half hour. I draped my clothes over the back of Tyler’s chair as I undressed and he turned to watch me as his computer booted up.

I was down to my bra and panties when he said, “I love watching you take your clothes off. I may have mentioned it before, but you’re so fucking sexy.”

As I removed my bra he slid his hand up my thigh and started teasing my pussy through my panties. He asked, “Are you excited? Does having another guy watch you pose in your underwear and then in the nude turn you on as much as it does me?”

I smiled and replied honestly, “I should probably be coy and act like it doesn’t. But with all the dirty little secrets you already know about me that would be silly, wouldn’t it? Yes, it turns me on. At first I thought it would be better if it was going to be anybody else but Ken. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it today at school and now I think I’m glad it’s Ken. As you pointed out, we should be able to control him. He’s been your best friend for years and you’re reasonably certain you can trust him. Yes, Tyler. I’m excited. Isn’t that awful?”

I skinned my panties down and stepped out of them. I’m naked now.

Tyler leaned forward, rested his chin between my breasts and looked up at me with love in his eyes. “No. That isn’t awful at all. I’ve spent all day thinking about what we’re going to do this afternoon, too. For all the education I got today I might just as well have stayed home.”

He paused and said, “Do you know what I really want for my birthday?”

His birthday is in November and since he’s going to be sixteen. We pretty much have taken for granted he’ll be getting a car of his own. He has already completed the same driving school my parents sent me to.

I put my arms around him, smiled down and said, “You’ve changed your mind about the 911?”

“No, I still want the Porsche. But there’s one thing I’d rather have. I wish someone would tell me I was adopted.”

I laughed and said, “No, baby. It’s better this way. Now you can find a nice girl who loves you and settle down someday. And we can have each other on the side until we’re too fucking old to play anymore. Isn’t it so much more fun when it’s so wrong?”

He looked confused then and after a minute he asked, “Then why are you so opposed to letting me fuck you? In your mind that’s as wrong as it gets.”

Hmmm, he got me on that one! I thought about it for a minute and said, “Good question. I’ll think about it in the shower. Do you really want to fuck me that bad?”

He laughed and exclaimed, “Christ, Mya. I’m a fucking guy! What do you think?!”

I laughed and we turned our attention to his computer. He has already uploaded the pictures but he hasn’t seen them yet, either. He went to the file and double clicked on the first one.

We’ve created a lot of very hot pictures in the last two days. They’re all very large, very clear, very erotic photographs. These are different. I mean they’re well done and explicit. They’re very professional. But as I looked at them I remembered what I was feeling and thinking last night as I was tied to my bed and helpless. The pictures captured that helplessness perfectly. These pictures, although there’s no actual sex act in any of them, are very nearly pornographic! They are HOT!!!

Tyler pulled me down into his lap and we went through the pictures slowly. The red panties he used for a gag really stood out. They were the perfect choice. The way I struggled, stretching my muscles and tendons as I genuinely fought the ropes had been caught perfectly.

Tyler’s hand moved over my stomach and up to my breasts as we went through the pictures. Every once in a while he would dip down and kiss or lick my nipple. I ignored his touch, though it felt very nice.

I stared in total fascination at the sexiest pictures ever. I knew we’d have to do more of these. A lot more!

When we got to the last picture I turned around and kissed Tyler and asked, “Why did you tie me up that first time? You couldn’t have known how it would affect me. I didn’t know! Is it something you’ve been interested in or just an inspiration out of the blue?”

He blushed and said, “I’ve seen some bondage pictures in photography magazines. I’m embarrassed to admit it. But I really thought they were exciting. I guess I’m more of a freak than I thought I was. When we were in the garage yesterday and I took the gag pictures of you on the hood of the truck and saw you tied up like that ... it just hit me. I wanted to try it. I didn’t plan it. My first thought was to tie you to your bed or some other piece of furniture upstairs. But then I thought of the unfinished section of the basement. I always got a kind of a dungeon feel from it. It just kind of all came together.

“I got so fucking hot while I was tying you up down there. But when I saw how excited you were, shit! I almost came on your legs when I was tying you up!”

He was quiet for a moment, introspective. Then he said, “I guess I really like that kinky shit. It makes it so much hotter that you do, too. But I’d never hurt you, you know that don’t you?”

I held his face in my hands, looked into his adoring eyes and said, “There was never any question of that, Tyler. Not even for a second. I trust you completely. But for the sake of authenticity, maybe you don’t need to be quite so careful every time.”

I leaned down and kissed him. After looking through those bondage pictures we’re both very turned on already. But we don’t want to get started yet. Not until Ken arrives. So, we reluctantly made it a quick, affectionate kiss.

Before we got carried away I pulled back, got up and went to take a shower. On the way out I turned back and said, “I’ll be waiting in my room after my shower. I’ll have my robe on. When Ken gets here you’re in charge. Just come in and start telling me what to do. But keep an eye on Ken. If he looks like he’s going to faint you’ll need to sit him down somewhere.”

I put my school clothes in the hamper, grabbed my robe and went to the bathroom. As I stood in the shower and lathered my body, the pictures we took last night flashed through my mind. I don’t really need any added impetus. I love posing for Tyler and I love the sexy pictures which have resulted. But I’m getting really primed for what’s about to happen when Ken gets here. And I don’t have much more than a vague idea of what that will be.

I dried off and dried my hair, brushed my teeth and my hair and put my robe on. I went to my room and sat at my desk. As I waited for Tyler and Ken I imagined what’s going to happen. I can just about picture Ken’s face when he finds out the girl posing for him, the girl he’s going to see naked, is going to be me. Me, the girl he has been lusting over since he moved in next door.

I’m about to enter exhibitionist heaven. I can’t help but wonder if it will be much more exciting with two boys watching me and enjoying the sight of my naked body. They’ll be able to watch me and watch each other satisfy their lusts on my body. I think it must have been in that moment when I finally accepted the fact that I’m going to suck Ken’s cock.

Just before my door opened and they came in I had a fleeting thought that sent shivers through my body. How much more exciting would it be if there were a lot of boys?

I looked up when my door opened and they walked in. We should have had the movie camera pointed at Ken’s face. His expressions as they flitted across his face were hilarious. First and foremost, there was disappointment when he saw me and realized Tyler has been messing with his mind.

Ken looked really embarrassed. He assumed Tyler was fucking with him. He turned on Tyler and exclaimed, “Man! This isn’t funny! Screw you, dude!”

He looks really mad. He’s holding his camera and his camera bag and expecting to see a girl who’s willing to pose for some seminude and nude pictures. That’s all he’s expecting. He didn’t come here to have sex or anything. Just to take pictures. Not that he isn’t very much looking forward to seeing his first nude girl. But that really isn’t the reason he’s here.

He’s too embarrassed to look at me. He’s convinced this is a joke at his expense. He shot Tyler a withering look and without ever looking in my direction he said through clenched teeth, “I’m sorry to bust in on you, Mya. Tyler has been ... I gotta go.”

Tyler reached his arm up to block Ken’s path and said, “Mya, put the black bra and panties on and get ready.”

I immediately stood up, fighting desperately to keep a straight face, and said, “Yes, Tyler.”

Ken stopped struggling to leave and turned around to look at me in shock. His jaw dropped so far I was afraid he would dislocate it as I untied the belt on my robe and slipped it off my shoulders.

Tyler started taking pictures as soon as I took off my robe. I casually placed it on my chair and walked across the room to my dresser. I picked up the panties and glanced back to see Ken still staring in shock.

I smiled innocently and asked, “Ken, don’t you want to take my picture?”

He seemed to be incapable of speech at first. He finally woke up from his coma and exclaimed, “Mya! What’s gotten into you?! Is this for real?”

I fought back the urge to laugh and said, “I’m naked, Ken. Tyler is taking my picture. How much more real do you want it?”

He dropped his camera bag and brought his camera up to his eye. He started taking pictures as fast as he could click the shutter. I saw the bulge in his pants for the first time and smiled. In that second I didn’t have any more doubts. I’m going to taste him, too.

I turned back and ignored the boys and the cameras and just as if I’m getting ready for school in the morning I casually stepped into my sexy little black bikini panty. I stood up straight and looked into my dresser mirror. My hands smoothed the panty over my ass and snugged it tightly into my crotch. I turned as if to check out how my ass looks in the mirror. These aren’t the sort of behaviors a girl goes through every morning when she’s getting dressed but I thought the pictures would be hot. They got some good pictures of my tight panties and bare breasts.

I turned back and picked up the bra. I slipped the straps over my shoulders and fitted the cups to my breasts. I reached between my breasts to fasten the little hooks. I took my time, straightening the straps and adjusting the cups as if I’m all alone in my room. I took a deep breath, turned back and faced my two leering photographers.

Tyler is still struggling to keep from laughing at his friends shocked response, too. With exaggerated calm he casually ordered, “Okay, Mya. Get on the bed and let’s go through the poses from the book again.”

I moved over to my bed and got down on my hands and knees. I assumed the first pose he showed me in his figure study book. Tyler didn’t photograph me, though. He moved back out of the way and Ken began taking picture after picture while Tyler took pictures of Ken taking pictures of me in my underwear.

I saw him back there and when I realized what he was doing a shiver of excitement went through me. I can almost feel the intensity of Ken’s eyes on my body.

After a few minutes I got up on my knees and removed my bra. I began to pose again. I moved through the poses from the book and then some of the poses Tyler and I came up with which we thought were especially good. Ken must have been snapping pictures as fast as he could push the shutter button. In a surprisingly short amount of time he said, “I have to change memory cards.”