Sarah walked into her bedroom and swung her backpack onto the floor. After a long day at school the last thing she wanted to do was think about homework. Even though she looked like she could have jumped off the cover of Playboy, she was shy. She stripped out of her blouse, skirt, and stockings and put on something more comfortable. Expecting to be home alone, she assumed her thong panties and oversized sweatshirt would be enough.
Leaving her room, she walked down the hall to the kitchen. She pulled out the chocolate covered strawberries she made the night before and sat down at the table to eat them. But before she could take a bite, the doorbell rang. She wasn't expecting anyone, so she walked curiously to the door.
Looking through the peephole, Sarah could see her brother's best friend, Sam, standing in the doorway. She opened the door cautiously, forgetting her attire.
"Hey, Sam. What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for Ryan. He's not here is he?"
Sarah was quite confused. Everyone knew that Ryan was away for the week. He had only been talking about his trip to Florida for months. "He's in Florida."
Sam looked nervous standing in the doorway. "Can I come in?" Sarah didn't respond. She was still confused as to why Sam would stop by even if he knew Ryan wasn't home. Sarah hesitated. She was eighteen and had no problems with being alone in her brother's house, but she didn't know what her brother would think. "Sure." Her curiosity won her over. "I was just about to eat the chocolate covered strawberries I made, want one?"
Sam smiled. "No thanks." By that time, Sarah had led Sam to the kitchen table and sat down. Sam watched as she picked up a strawberry and bit into it. They laughed as the juice dripped down her chin. Sarah continued to eat strawberries because she didn't know what to say. "So, Sarah, how has your summer been?"
"Good, yours?"
"Fine." Neither knew what to say, so Sam picked up a strawberry.
"Change your mind?" Sarah chuckled.
"No." Sam slid his char over to be closer to Sarah. He let her bite the strawberry he held. She looked almost hesitant to take a second bite, but Sam coaxed her into it. Her lips grazed his fingers and sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. Juice dripped down her chin. Sam wiped it away with a finger and caught her chin in his hand.
Without saying a word, Sam leaned in and kissed her. It was as though someone had poured hot lava into her veins, but she broke away abruptly. "What are you doing?"
"I was kissing you," he replied.
"Why?" Sam didn't look directly at Sarah, he had been bold and brazen before, but now he wouldn't even look at her.
"Can we just back up to the kissing part? I'm better at that," he said finally.
"No!" Sarah was getting angry and boy did she look cute when she got mad.
The two sat in an awkward silence. Sarah stared at her hands and Sam stared at Sarah. He gently put a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. But even as he was apologizing, Sam was already formulating a new plan. He would have Sarah tonight if it killed him!
He picked her up and carried her easily out of the kitchen. Immediately she knew where he was taking her and she wouldn't give up without a fight. She kicked and screamed all the way down the stairs into the basement. Sarah knew what was down there, but had never cared to go down after she saw it the first time. The stone walls gave the room the feel of a dungeon and the decorations added to the effect. There were various whips and belts hanging from hooks on the wall. Handcuffs hung neatly beside them. Gags and blindfolds had their own special place on a shelf nearby. And there were drawers full of other sex toys. A huge four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room. Restraints were permanently attached to each post.
As inexperienced as she was, Sarah had no clue what half the stuff would be used for! Sarah was scared out of her mind. She wanted Sam to put her down and leave her alone, but she knew he wouldn't. "Put me down!" Sarah said bitingly.
"Okay." Sam dropped her in a heap on the bed. Sarah wasn't expecting that at all.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Putting you down." Sarah didn't say anything. She just stared at him in shock. "You aren't going to try to leave?" Sarah stared into his eyes defiantly, but she didn't reply. "This excites you, doesn't it, Sarah? You like being told what to do, don't you? Come on, Sarah, tell me how much you like it."
Sarah didn't trust her legs to support her so she just turned her back to him and crossed her arms. But she couldn't deny that her heart was beating hard in her chest and her pussy was wet with anticipation.
"See, you are excited. I can see it." Sam reached for her arms, but she pulled them away. "Honey, relax. Don't fight me. It won't work. But I promise I won't hurt you, much," he added under his breath, but the blood pounding in her ears kept her from hearing what he muttered.
"Come on, honey, take off your clothes for me. Please" Sarah gave him a reproachful look.
"You're out of your mind if you think I'm taking my clothes off for you! Get out of here! Ryan will kill you when he gets back!" Sarah was so sure threatening to tell her brother would scare him off that her jaw dropped at his reaction.
Sam laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that tears came to his eyes. "I love your naive little mind, Sarah. It's cute." Sarah just glared at him. She was furious! He couldn't just laugh at her! "Sarah, you won't tell Ryan. I know you won't tell Ryan."
"How can you be so sure?"
"First of all," he said with a smile, "who's he going to believe: his best friend or his little sister with a crush on his best friend?"
Sarah interrupted, "I do not have a crush on you!"
Sam held up his finger to silence her. "Let me talk or I'll have to grab one of those ball gags over there." He paused and continued with their earlier conversation. "And second, you won't want Ryan to think of you as an immature little slut." The smirk on Sam's face was sickening. "Now, are you going to cooperate little girl? Or am I going to have to tie you down?"
