Friday evening came, and I glowed with sexual excitement, knowing I had my brother Rob's cock and balls in a cage and unknown to him, I had the key.
They say there's no greater aphrodisiac than power, and I began to experience how true that was. Knowing I held the key to Rob's freedom had me gushing into my panties on the car ride home. Even mother wondered what I was grinning about.
The amusing thing was that Rob didn't know I had the key. He thought his girlfriend Gemma had taken it away with her for her long weekend. Gemma wasn't that cruel. The whole thing was to tease him as she had given me the key to release him the next day.
She didn't precisely say when though, and I intended to have him locked up and please me for a good part of the weekend, but what to do?
It wasn't long before he was in my bedroom complaining.
"The bitch has got me in this bloody thing all weekend," Rob whined, dropping his trousers to show his industrial-strength cage. I covered my mouth, giggling at his cock already straining within.
"You didn't have to accept," I laughed, "anything to get your leg over."
"She'd better let me after this," he angrily exclaimed," will you help me get it off?"
"How?"
"Dads got a pair of bolt cutters in the shed, and a hack saw."
"Why don't you just get the fire brigade?" I laughed aloud.
"Oh, fuck off."
"Hey, if you want my help, you'd better treat your sister well," I warned.
"What do you mean?"
"You know," I haughtily whispered, "Treat me well."
"Okay, I'm sorry, but please, will you help me?"
I deliberately mulled over his question as his cage shook in anticipation of my answer.
"That depends?" I answered, drawing out his anxiety.
"On what?" He urgently cried, his metallic cage-rattling making me howl with laughter.
"Oh, come on, Sis, please!"
"I can't right now. I've got Caroline coming over to help us with some college work."
"What, Caroline Hunt?"
"That's right."
"Her and her big tits?"
"They generally come together, but yes, Mark's girlfriend," I quickly reminded.
"Oh fucking hell, Big tits Hunt in the same house, and I can't do anything about it," he sighed.
Was anything sexual off-limits to my brother, I wondered to myself as he dejectedly pulled his trousers up?
"Fucking hell, my balls are going to be stretched down to my knees if I don't get this thing off."
I giggled as I watched him shuffle off back to his bedroom, and I prepared my bedroom and awaited big tits Caroline.
Hours later, Caroline and I had sorted out our course work. She was sexily dressed with her boobs tightly bound In a thin cotton jumper. Her legs disappointingly in jeans, which did show off her ass amazingly.
It was difficult to concentrate on our work as her assets always seemed to be in my face. She had a loud laugh, which I encouraged because I knew Rob would be lying on his bed with his aching cock and balls. His junk, straining within its cage as he imagined Caroline and her legendary boobs.
"My, it's so quiet here," Caroline quietly opined, looking around my bedroom.
"Too quiet," I added.
"Are there any boys in the village?" Caroline asked, shaking her long blonde hair and letting it fall down over her shoulders.
"None, none at all, I'm in sexual purgatory," I confessed, "I was getting my kicks by letting dirty old men look up my skirt walking down the stairs on the bus."
I neglected to tell her that I had been really enjoying it and suggested I was in my regulation skirt.
"Me and Christy used to flash the lorries near Pings wood." Caroline admitted with a smirk, "It was great fun while it lasted."
"Ha, you've got something worth flashing," I joked, keen to talk about her body.
"It wasn't always the way. When we started out, Christy was the same size as me. We used to hang out on the corner after taking out bras off, and when a lorry came, we used to lift our jumpers."
"You? I always thought you were so demure and sophisticated?"
"Me sophisticated! Haha, let's just say I've changed a bit since I met Mark."
"I'll say, I'm not surprised at Christy, though!" I laughed.
"Meaning?" teased Caroline.
"Nothing," I stalled, refusing to take the bait, "Tell me more."
Caroline's eyes were scurrying in her head, eager to tell all.
"It was great we'd both stay there and wait for the lorries and flash them."
"One girl after the other or at the same time?"
"We always gave them both barrels," laughed Caroline and wobble them a bit when we got a blast from their horn, which was every time, the horny bastards!"
It was my turn to dream, imagining Caroline juggling her jugs, and I began to wonder. Was I envious of her obvious assets, or did I fancy her? I had a moment in my old school when we were away on a school trip overnight. The queen bee of our class visited me in the night and seduced me.
I didn't offer much resistance but was shocked to be out of control as she did things to me that I was yet to discover.
"Tell me about your flashing?" Asked Caroline, keen to keep the subject going.
"It's quite liberating in a way," I confessed, and I found myself yearning for my sexy undies I had lost in the fire."
"That must have been devastating," empathised Caroline, "you lose more than just an object."
"I'll say, memories, keepsakes, it feels like they've all got erased from history. I do miss my clothes. It's funny how you can suddenly become a nobody just because you don't wear sexy, fashionable clothes."
"You are what you wear," chipped in Caroline.
"I thought it was, "you are what you eat?"
"Depends on what you look like naked and looking at you; I don't think you have any eating disorders."
I smiled at the compliment, and the more I thought about it, the more I blushed.
"I've had to wear supermarket clothes for so long I've forgotten what it's like to dress to impress," I lied, knowing I had saved a few sexy items from the fire.
"You must come around and borrow a few things of mine until you rebuild your wardrobe," kindly offered Caroline.
"I'd need a lot of padding for your bra's," I joked, "Room for two more on top!"
"But only my panties, stockings, girdles and baby doll nighties," she added with a big wink.
