My darkness was complete. A moment earlier, I had fanned my long, blonde hair beneath my head, pulled the blindfold over my eyes, then slid the chain that was tied to the second padded handcuff around the bar at the top of my bed, closing the cuff around my other wrist. Both my ankles were tied off to the foot of my bed, my legs wide apart, with only my pale-blue thong to hide my freshly shaved pussy. The rest of my body was covered with just a light sheen of body lotion that I had applied before I laid down. I was spread-eagled, tied up, and ready for him.
I took a deep breath, and settled in for the wait. Hopefully Cole, my brother, would be on time getting home from work. Planning this surprise for him all morning had made me so horny that I had masturbated twice just getting to this point. Once, when I was still in bed, running my idea through my mind. And again, while I was bathing and getting ready for him. Even now, I was tingling all over, my nipples hard and on fire, with my pussy moist and leaky. I swear, I could almost cum without even being touched.
Mom was in Chicago for the week at a company acquisition. Dad was going to the Rockies game straight after work and wouldn't be back until midnight. It was just going to be Cole and I with the whole evening to ourselves. Last week, I had returned home from college for my break, now with the whole summer to play. Cole was number one on my to-do list. He was going to be my 20th birthday present to myself.
I was in and out like a shot this morning from the adult store, quickly selecting the mask, cuffs and ropes. The creepy, male clerk gave me a wink, and a 'Have fun!' as I left.
This sexual stuff had been going on since I graduated high school. You know-- the kind of teasing and kidding around that siblings do to each other.
'Nice tits, squirt. You gonna grow a real pair someday?' ... and ... 'When you stick your dick in a girl, does she even notice?-- Or care?' And so on, and so forth. It seemed to never end. In reality, we truly cared a lot about each other. This was just our way of deflecting the truth.
This past year, things had subtly changed. I found myself looking at the muscles on his chest and arms, hard and rippling as he lifted weights in our family exercise room. While I caught him eyeing my 'all-grown-up' boobs, and my tight, cheerleader ass when he thought I wouldn't notice.
Soon the jokes stopped, and it changed to visually teasing each other. Him-- lying on his back by the pool with his nice dick bulging inside his bathing suit, not bothering to conceal the fact he had a hard-on. Me-- slipping my fingers under my suit fabric to pull it out of my butt crack or crotch after climbing out of the pool. Then, thrusting my chest out to proudly display my almost D-cup knockers with my super-hard nipples poking against the thin fabric. And on... and on... and on!
A week ago it all came to a head. Whether it was by accident or not, we took the next step. I honestly don't believe he knew I was home when I walked by his bedroom on the way to mine. His door was partially open and he must have just come from the bathroom as he stood with his back to me, drying off with a large towel.
I was hypnotized by the beauty of his wet, bare, ass cheeks, tightening and flexing while he moved. When he turned sideways, I caught my first real look at his prick. I had lost my virginity some time ago and had seen my fair share of dicks. Even in this flaccid state, his was very impressive, flopping around between his muscular thighs. I tried to imagine how magnificent it would be when it was fully erect. As I gawked at it, he suddenly stopped moving. I realized he was looking at me, staring at him.
I'm sure I went bright red as I muttered, "Sorry!" and rushed down the hall. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I heard him say, 'For what?', just as I slammed my bedroom door shut. When I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes, the fantasy stuck in my brain of his dick hardening with excitement, rising like a monster from his belly. My whole body felt hot, my fingers quickly jamming inside my panties to seek out my clit and gratify my need to orgasm. For the very first time, my brother's image made me cum.
At dinner that night, it was as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He gave me an evil grin, but that was all. A couple of days later, he 'accidentally' saw me in the bathroom mirror as I was stepping out of the shower. He muttered the same 'Sorry!' when he slunk away, and I gave him the same, evil smile at dinner.
That was two days ago. Now I was lying here, about to offer him my body in the hope that he wants me as much as I want him. In my self-imposed darkness, my other senses were coming alive. I could hear and feel the thump of my heart. Every time the image of his throbbing hard-on would appear, I could feel my heart begin to pick up speed until it was racing. Then, I would have to breathe deeply for a bit to calm myself.
My pussy felt hot and swollen, there were little butterflies in my belly, and my nipples felt like they might rip from my body. I was wet, and getting more so by the moment. The tingling in my crotch and inner thighs was increasing. 'Breathe, you fool!'
Although it had only been a short while, it felt like hours since I had bound myself. With my ass squirming against the sheets, I thought I heard a noise downstairs. My bedroom was on the backside of the house, so I wouldn't hear a car in the driveway. Then came the unmistakable thud of his feet on the stairway as he charged upward. My heart jumped into my throat just knowing that the moment I was dying for was almost here.
Sensing he was almost at his room, I called out, "Cole? Could you come help me for a minute?"
His deep voice echoed in the hallway, "Right there, sis. Let me dump my shit first." I'm sure it was only seconds, but it felt like forever. I heard him banging about through the wall between our rooms. When the noises settled down, I took a very deep breath to try and relax, just as the image of his cock appeared once more, this time it was headed for my mouth.
"Holy fuckin' shit!" His voice boomed out from my doorway, sending an erotic jolt directly through my cunt. My whole body was on fire, because I knew he was now staring at me. I was breathing heavily from anticipation, my chest heaving, with my nipples, like two burning coals, on top.
I pictured him standing there with his mouth open, seriously studying my body. I hoped his dick was rising like a missile, and he was getting as turned on as I was. My voice cracked a bit from my desire as I spoke, "No more games. Take me, Cole." I swallowed hard before continuing, "Do what you want. I'm all yours!" The tingling in my body increased tenfold as I waited for him to reply. I swear I felt a squirt of my desire against the inside of my thong.
The seconds of silence were agonizing until he finally said something, "Shit, Abby!... I... I..." His stuttering was cute, and confirmed that I was having the desired effect on him. I heard his footsteps shuffling toward me. "You're fuckin' beautiful!" My senses were so alive, I heard him swallow hard. "I-- shit!"
I could feel he was close by, maybe even leaning in. I could almost feel his eyes on my body. But, he obviously needed more encouragement to take the next step that I wanted him to. "Touch me, Cole. I know you want to." I licked my dry lips. "I want to feel your hands on my body!"
