Angela's boyfriend was asleep on the couch. I don't know why that should have pissed me off so much, but it did. It was a rainy Saturday in October, and Angela and her boyfriend were home from college. I wanted to play playstation, but Mike, the boyfriend was taking a nap on the couch in front of the tv. My couch. My tv. The more I thought about it, the more it irked me. Angela and Mom had gone out shopping, leaving me alone with Mike. Now I couldn't play my video games on my tv? The injustice of it!
I was 18, in my senior year of high school. My sister Angela was in her second year of college. Angela was the good daughter, I was the bad. Angela got good grades. I didn't. Angela was pretty. I wasn't. At least I didn't think so. I was a tomboy. I was taller than any of the boys in my class. I had broken my nose when I was eight, and it was still crooked. My breasts had never really developed, while Angela's had blossomed. Angela had a nice boyfriend. I didn't. Angela was saving herself for marriage. I had no intention of doing any such thing.
And there he was, snoozing away on the couch. My couch. Well he was a looker all right, I had to hand Angela that. Not incredibly bright, but cute. Why he stayed with her I couldn't imagine. Angela didn't even give blowjobs. I had gone to her for sisterly advice, only to find that I was more experienced than my older sister! She always seized the moral high ground. God forbid she ever have any fun.
I don't know where the idea came from, but once it got in my head, it just wouldn't go away. Why not? He was certainly good looking; Mike was an athlete, running on the track team at the college. He would probably enjoy getting some action for once. Who was he going to tell anyway? It would sound ridiculous. "Oh Angela you're kid sister tied me up and forced me to have sex with her." Yeah right. I looked at the clock. It was barely noon. Mom and Angela could be counted on to be out at the mall until at least four.
My mind was pretty much made up. I went up to my room, and came down with two pairs of handcuffs. When I got back, Mike had shifted positions, lying flat on his back. I was afraid he might have woken up, but he was still snoring gently.
Why did I have two pairs of handcuffs in my room? Well let's say I was an aspiring deviant. I hadn't had a boyfriend, but when I did I definitely wanted him to be kinky. I didn't know yet which I preferred; being the handcuffed or the handcuffer; but I intended to find out.
I held my breath as I slipped the first cuff around his wrist. Would the cold steel wake him? It did not. I closed the cuff around his other wrist. There. I took the second pair of cuffs and secured one to his right ankle. I then locked the other side to the leg of the couch. Done.
I couldn't believe I was actually going through with it. I set the keys on the fireplace mantle, all the way across the room. I was already turned on. How long would he stay in that position? How long until he tried to move and woke up, realizing his predicament?
I knelt on the floor, watching Mike sleep. He looked beautiful, innocent, even cherubic like that. Holding my breath, I unzipped his pants and parted the fly, revealing his boxers. I fished out his penis, and held it between my fingers. I couldn't believe he was sleeping through this. I stroked, and his dick responded, growing in my hands until it was a full-fledged erection, six or seven inches long, hot and silky smooth with a plump purple head. It looked delicious. Angela's boyfriend had a very nice big dick, and she didn't even appreciate it.
Mike awoke with a start, and promptly fell off the couch. He landed on his face on the carpet. "What the fuck?" He struggled for a few minutes before he was able to roll over onto his back. I was pleased to see that his erection hadn't shrunk much. "Andrea" he said seeing me for the first time "What the fuck is going on? Is this some kind of joke? Let me go right now!"
"I don't think so." I said. "At least not until I'm done with you."
"What does that mean?" He was still struggling to get free.
"Oh you'll see. Now lay still and be a good boy won't you?"
I pulled his jeans and underwear down, lowered my mouth onto his member, and started coaxing it back to its full glory with my tongue. Until that day, I had given exactly two blowjobs. I might not have a lot of experience, but I had enough to know that I liked it. Mike must not have minded it either, because he stopped struggling and let me work.
After I had sucked him for a while, I stopped, letting his cock flop wetly out of my mouth onto his stomach.
"Please" Mike said "Don't stop."
"Oh I have no intention of stopping" I laughed "Not for quite a while anyway. I just want to get more comfortable." I started stripping out of my clothes. I wondered what he thought lying there on the floor watching his girlfriends' baby sister strip naked. Did he think I was ugly? Sexy? Did he want to fuck me?
"Why don't you let me go?" He asked "This isn't very comfortable. I won't tell, I promise."
"Oh no." I said "Not until I've had my way with you."