Handcuff Sister
A tale of siblings, bondage, love, and experimentation.
Author's Note: This story is quite long and involves a fair amount of bdsm content, though it stays pretty light for the most part. If you don't care for bondage and/or submission, this is probably not the story for you. There's still plenty of hot sibling action, which I imagine is what most of you are looking for. Enjoy.
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Part One: Nightly Perambulations
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Laine sighed heavily upon waking up. Catria, his little sister, had a seriously bad habit of sleepwalking into his bed at night. She'd be curled up next to him in the morning often enough that he half-expected to see her when he first opened his eyes.
This morning was a Catria morning.
"You're way too old for this shit," Laine grumbled as he climbed out of bed over his oblivious little sister.
He really just didn't know what to do with her sometimes. Cat, as he'd called her since forever, had always kind of lived up to her position as baby of the family. She'd been a daddy's girl of the most shameless variety, and had had no qualms about jumping into bed with their parents anytime there was thunder or she'd had a bad dream or... well, just because sometimes.
She'd grown out of it eventually, much to everyone else's relief. In fact, Cat had become a fairly normal teenager when the time came. Which was to say she'd hardly acknowledged her parents or siblings except when she needed something and spent most of her time barricaded in her room. In her case, Mom and Dad had hardly even given her shit for it. They were just glad to have some privacy again.
And now she was Laine's problem.
He felt a twinge of guilt as he looked down at his slumbering sister. He'd taken their parents' room now that they were gone. For all he knew, Cat was unconsciously looking for them when she wandered into his room at night. Not that he'd done anything wrong, but he couldn't help feeling bad about it anyway. Possibly that was why he'd been so patient with her.
At some point one probably just had to say "cut that the fuck out." And mean it. Laine'd said variations on it many times, usually in his head, but never with enough conviction. Not enough to do anything about it.
"Alright. Come on then."
Laine still talked only to himself as he carefully scooped up Cat in his arms. She was much heavier at eighteen than she'd been at eight, but still waifish enough to be transported without any real strain.
Cat stirred as she was carried regally back to her room. Her arms snaked around her brother's neck, though her eyes remained shut.
"You did it again," Laine said.
"Sorry." Cat's eyes fluttered open. "I didn't mean to."
"I know you didn't mean to. That doesn't stop you doing it."
"Sorry," she repeated. She looked away, her lip pinching slightly between her teeth.
"Don't look so damn pitiful. You can't just keep puppy-dogging your way through life, you know."
A hint of a smile graced Cat's mouth. "S'worked so far."
"Yeah, well... not anymore." Laine nudged open Cat's door, which had been left not quite open enough for him to fit through while carrying her. "I'm gonna start, I dunno, handcuffing you to your bed every night or something."
A small giggle from his sister. "You wouldn't dare."
"No?"
"No. I know you."
Laine let her down onto her mattress. "Maybe I wouldn't have. But lately...." He shook his head. "You've been bad lately. I actually think you're getting worse."
"I'm not! I'm just... it's just...." Cat squirmed uncomfortably. "I think it's 'cause my dreams have been bad. They're not so bad when I wake up in your room. Or at least I don't remember them." She looked up with pleading eyes. "But I swear it's not something I'm doing on purpose. It just kinda happens."
Laine rubbed his face. "Yeah, I get it. And I know you're sleepwalking. Maggie caught you in the hallway once, you were right out of it. Didn't acknowledge her or anything, even when she steered you back to bed."
"I still don't remember that."
"I know." He sighed. "I know." A moment of silence passed. "Do you think you're looking for me when you sleepwalk? Or... you know...."
"I don't know," Cat said in a small voice. "But I think maybe... maybe part of me doesn't know Mom and Dad aren't gonna be there. Like... I'm still looking for them like when I was little." She shrugged. "Maybe."
Laine nodded. "Who knows. Sorry for being such a downer." He patted Cat's knee, then started walking away. "Anyway, it's almost time I would have been up anyway. I'll probably hit the shower unless you need in the bathroom first."
"No, I'm good for a bit. Thanks for...."
Laine paused at the doorway. "Yeah?"
"Just... thanks. That's all."
"Ok."
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Maggie was up and in the kitchen by the time Laine had showered and dressed. The eldest of the three siblings had become a pseudo-mother figure now that they were on their own, though without ever giving up her prerogative to mercilessly tease her little brother and sister when the need arose.
"Guess I shoulda put the coffee on before my shower," Laine said. "Never quite sure when you're gonna be up."
"Usually before you are," Maggie said airily. "Don't worry about it. I kinda like the ritual of it."
"That's kinda weird."
"Yeah, well... deal with it." Maggie set the coffee maker to work, then faced her brother. "Was Cat in your bed again this morning?"
"Yeah."
"Thought so. That's, what, the third time in the past week?"
"Something like that. It all blurs together after a while. Feels like it's been worse recently though."
Maggie sighed. "I don't know what to do with her. I keep hoping she'll grow out of it. So far, not so good."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Talking to her about it doesn't really seem to get anywhere. It's hard to be convincing though. 'Specially when she looks all pitiful and sorry."
"Gotta be firm sometimes, even if it's weird." Maggie shook her head. "I don't like trying to be a parent."
"Yeah. Me either. You're way better at it than me, though. Gonna be a great mother some day. All this warm-up."
Maggie shrugged, but didn't quite cover a smile. "Maybe someday," she agreed. "Not for a while, though. Maybe not ever. Too stressful."
Laine didn't argue. Maggie wavered back and forth on the topic, not that it came up all that often. She had a lot of their mom in her, which swayed his thinking toward her giving in and joining the parent cult sooner or later, and also helped explain why she'd stuck around even now that he and Cat were old enough to look after themselves.
Well, that and none of them really knew what to do with themselves. In some ways, Laine felt, they were all just stuck treading water together, unsure what to do with their lives. Or maybe, from a more positive light, they loved each other and were happy living together a while longer.
Probably, from an outside and objective standpoint, it was a nebulous mix of support and co-dependency, problems and comfort. Neither truly good or bad. Just life.
"I threatened to handcuff her to her bed if she keeps it up," Laine offered conversationally.
"Ha! I'd almost like to see that." Maggie tilted her head back and half-closed her eyes. "I can picture it now. Middle of the night, an awful screeching as Cat drags her bed down the hall behind her to get to big bro."
"You goof. That isn't... oh shit, now I'm picturing it."
"Good, right?" Maggie poured some coffee in two mugs. "Though really, the idea itself has some merit."
"It was a joke, Mags."
"I know. I'm just saying, like, we've tried threats and pleading and therapy and... whatever, you know? But, like, what if we actually physically tied her to her bed?"
Laine's eyes narrowed as he sipped his coffee thoughtfully. Both he and Maggie stood in near-silence for a moment as they considered.
"That can't actually be a real option, is it?" he said.
"I honestly don't know." Maggie bit her lip and reached a decision. "But if you want... I do have a pair of handcuffs you could borrow. Just to try."
"I... wait, you do?"
"Yes. And don't you dare comment on that."
Laine bit back an instinctive desire to tease her about a past romantic occurrence. In truth, if she had indeed used some bondage-play in a sexual encounter, that probably wasn't anything he wanted to probe into too deeply.
"Handcuffs, huh?" he said at last.
"Yeah. Not as much fun as movies would have you believe. I'm pretty sure they're just a handy prop that feels kinky without being too lewd for the average citizen."
"I see." Laine sipped at his coffee some more, trying desperately to think of a natural segue to some safer topic.
"You're trying really hard not to make a joke, aren't you?"
"I'm not."
"Well, either way, don't. I'm just saying if you want to try 'em, they're there."
"Nah. I can't do that. Metal restraints all night? I couldn't do that to her. She'd be so sore in the morning. Probably be up whining all night, just make the problem worse."
"No, no. Not, like, police cuffs, dummy."
"What?"
"They're nice and padded. Very comfy. I can't imagine using pure metal ones for anything other than, like, quick roleplay sessions or something."
Laine winced. "Please don't tell me about your roleplay sessions."
"Oh grow up."
Laine shook his head, but the wheels were turning now. "I mean, I guess if you think it's not a terrible idea...."
"Wait, really?"
"Oh come on! You just said--"
"I know. I just really didn't think you'd go for it. Hang on."
Maggie pranced off to her room. Laine spent the intervening time ruing his decision. But, hell, at this point, might as well take the cuffs, see how he felt that night.
Maggie was back a couple minutes later, padded leather cuffs dangling from her hand. "Here ya go."
Laine took them uncertainly. "They aren't--"
"There's no bodily fluids on them or anything. God. Mind out of the gutter, bro."
"Ok. Just checking." Laine inspected the cuffs. They seemed, if not comfortable, then at least like they wouldn't cut off blood circulation or chafe or anything.
"Don't forget the key. That's pretty important," Maggie added. "Don't lose it."
"I won't."
Laine took the restraints and key to his room, examined them a second time, then dropped them carelessly on his desk. He still hadn't made up his mind, but he had time enough for that.
****
Catria was late getting home that night. She'd gone out with friends after school and had lost track of time.
Well, that was only partly true. She'd let herself lose track of time. She'd been having fun, and she'd enjoyed some time free from the guilt of being a burden to her siblings. She tried so hard, but what could she do about invading Laine's room in her sleep? She wasn't awake to stop herself, after all.
Catria tried not to think in terms of 'being a pest.' Therapy-wise, from what little she'd learned in her past, sporadic sessions, that was a no-no. Still, one couldn't always help oneself.
She crept into the house, slinking along quietly. Vestiges of a time when she would have been chastised severely for returning around bedtime flitted around in the back of her mind.
No one was waiting impatiently, as it happened. No one hiding just inside the door waiting for a chance to jump out and yell 'ah ha!'
Both disappointed and relieved, Catria trudged to her room. Laine and Maggie weren't her parents. She knew that. But sometimes... well, she had some issues. Best to leave it at that.
Catria luxuriated in a long shower before turning in for the night. She scrubbed herself all pink and shiny, then changed into a camisole and panties for sleeping.
Opening the door of the bathroom to head back to her room, Catria squeaked and hopped back a few inches at the unexpected sight of her big sister waiting for her. Instinctive guilt flooded back even as she gauged Maggie's expression for clues to her feelings.
"Hey," Catria said.
"Hey. Fun afternoon?"
"Um... yes?"
"Good. Scoot aside, would you? I need to pee."
"Oh. Right."
Another strange mixture of relief and disappointment as Catria once again wasn't chastised. She began to slump away.
"And hang up your towel!" Maggie called after her. "It's not going to dry in a pile on the floor!"
Catria darted back, grabbed her towel, then away again as Maggie shut the door behind her. A small grin crossed her lips as she hung her towel in the laundry room to dry. Her sister had a definite mom-like quality to her voice when she wanted something Done Now.
On a whim, Catria wandered over to Laine's room. His door was closed, no surprise at this time of night. It never stopped her while sleepwalking, though he'd threatened a few times to install a deadbolt on the inside. She wasn't actually sure why he hadn't, except maybe that he never thought of it when he was near the... deadbolt store?
Where did people buy deadbolts anyway? Catria shrugged. Maybe that was why he hadn't gotten around to it.
She knocked on the door, then cracked it open slightly before Laine actually answered.
"Hey," she said.
"What's up?"
"Nothin'. Just... you know. Heading to bed. I'ma try to stay there tonight, for whatever good that ever does."
Laine nodded. He stood in just his boxers, not uncommon for him at night. Catria was fairly certain he used to sleep naked, but now compromised since he could never be sure of having his bed to himself. She couldn't imagine how awkward it might have been for him waking up with no clothes on and finding his baby sister cuddling with him.
Blech.
"Well, if that doesn't work, there's always the handcuffs," Laine said.
Catria rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You threatened me with that this morning already."
"No, seriously though." Laine held up the padded cuffs from his desk. "Maggie had these. Said we could try 'em if we had to."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why did she have those?"
"Best not to think about it, probably."
Catria concurred. She tried to consider the cuffs as an independent object and not as her big sister's sex toy. "I s'pose we could try them." She shrugged. "Although I can't imagine I'd be able to sleep."
"I dunno. They seem comfy enough. I mean, not uncomfortable, anyway."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Here, just give them a try."
Catria hesitated, then stepped closer and held out her wrists. She was just curious enough to give it a shot. Handcuffs generally occupied the kind of headspace reserved for vaguely kinky items that she'd never really been interested enough in to think too much about. As long as she had an easy opportunity....
Laine fiddled with the cuffs a bit before closing them snugly around his sister's wrists. They were tight, but not uncomfortably so. Just... snug.
She tugged and yanked a bit for form's sake, but they held solidly. There was no way to get out of them by herself, not without the key.
A small thrill went through her at the technical helplessness of the situation. Sure she wasn't in any danger, and Laine would never leave her in them if she didn't want him to, but still. There was something about them....
"They'd probably need to be behind my back," Catria heard herself saying.
"What?"
"You know, 'cause I can still grab things easily if my hands are in front of me. If they're behind me, I don't think I could work doorknobs in my sleep."
"Oh." Laine rubbed his chin. "Do you want to try it."
Catria urged her heart to silence. She imagined she could hear it beat loud enough to give away her nervous interior. "Might as well," she said, outwardly calm and only mildly interested. "Just to see."
Her brother shrugged. "What the hell."
He unlocked one of the cuffs. She swung her hands behind her back. There was enough leeway that her wrists weren't pulled uncomfortably together, but her hands were definitely trapped behind her once they were both locked in place.
"How's that?" Laine asked.
Catria once again made a show of testing her bonds. "Alright, I think," she said with a slight crack in her voice. "I mean, I think I'd be ok sleeping like this." She paused. "If I had to," she added for the sake maintaining the facade.
"I kinda thought I'd cuff one wrist, and then the other end would attach to your bed post or something."
She shook her head a little too quickly. "No, no. Then my... uh... my arm would be all stretched out." She wiggled her shoulders. "I can sleep better like this, I think."
Catria tried not to look at her brother. She was sure that if she made eye contact, he'd see right through her. He'd see that, for reasons unknown, she wanted the cuffs left on.
She felt... something. Something wasn't familiar with and didn't really understand. Being handcuffed, being made her feel helpless and small in an easy and safe way. She kind of liked it.
It was weird. Very weird. But she definitely needed to explore the feeling further, figure out what the hell was going on with her.
They were just handcuffs, dammit. Nothing special.
"Well, if you're sure..." Laine said.
Catria nodded. She added a hint of false-reluctance to her voice. "I think so." Then added, "I might need some help getting settled."
"Ok."
They went to Catria's room. She let her brother go first so he wouldn't see the way she squirmed and wiggled to test the feeling of being restrained. It made her feel funny things deep in her tummy.
Laine pulled the covers back for Catria. She rolled into the middle of her mattress a bit awkwardly. She quickly determined that she couldn't sleep on her back. Curling up on her side seemed fine, even if her lower arm got a bit scrunched.
"Is that ok?" he asked.
"Yes. Tuck me in?"
"That's what I'm here for."
Another thrill, though a more mundane and platonic one. Catria hadn't been tucked in by someone else in... well, she couldn't remember. A while, anyway. It was too infantilistic even for her most of the time. Tonight, though, tonight was different. She was already being a little bad.
"Do you want me to leave the key here?" Laine asked.
"No point. I wouldn't be able to get myself out. Can't see behind me well enough."
He seemed hesitant. "I just don't want something to happen and you get stuck or anything."
"I'll be fine. I'll yell for you if I need to. You're not that far away."
Laine grinned wryly. "That would be quite the backfire for this plan, huh? Instead of finding you in my bed every morning, I just get yelled at all night."
Catria knew she was being teased, so she declined to protest about she wouldn't bother him like that.
"This should be fine," she said instead.
"Hope so. I mean, definitely yell if you need me though."
"Ok. Good night, Laine."
"Night, Cat."
Laine bent down and kissed the side of Catria's forehead. He brushed her hair gently with his fingers, then he left. The light clicked off and the door shut, and he was gone.
Catria was alone. Alone in the dark. Alone and helpless. Hands firmly locked behind her back.
"What's wrong with me?" she breathed aloud.
She was horny. Goddamn was she horny. It wasn't a pressing, urgent need or anything, but it was definitely a part of the weird feelings that had been sneaking up on her. Now that she couldn't use her hands, she had a subtle but nagging desire to play with herself.
"Shoulda had him leave my hands in front," Catria complained to the darkness.
But that wasn't right. She knew better. It wasn't the same with her hands still useful. They needed to be behind her back. Because... because....
"This is so bad," she whispered.
Yeah, it was bad. This wasn't a situation she particularly wanted to get turned on by. Especially because it was Laine who'd handcuffed her. There was a whole swath of weirdness there that she didn't even want to think about.
And yet....
Catria squirmed, once again testing the unrelenting captivity to which her arms were subjected. Her tummy butterflies danced their inappropriate tango, and her pussy begged to be touched.
She was so conflicted. Shame and guilt melded with arousal and sensuality. She couldn't escape. There was no way to even masturbate and relieve some tension. She just had to let it build and feed on itself and grow its wispy, seductive tendrils.
She could call Laine. She totally could. But not tell him about the sexy parts. Definitely not that. God no.
But maybe just say she was uncomfortable. Or that she was scared being alone and handcuffed and so helpless and exposed and....
Catria rolled onto her other side. She was just making it worse. Thinking of solutions only led back to thinking about her predicament, which turned her on, which made her think more. It was a cycle she didn't have a clue how to break.
****
Laine was kind of surprised to awake the next morning and realize he neither saw nor had heard from his sister since he'd left her room the night before. He still couldn't believe that she'd actually gone along with that stupid idea.
But hey, if it worked, maybe it wasn't so stupid.
First thing first, check on Cat. He certainly couldn't leave her like that any longer than necessary. Hopefully she was still ok with being cuffed and hadn't changed her mind but been too guilty to call for him.
He breathed a sigh of relief at finding Cat still in her bed, snoring softly. Her covers had come askew in the night. She wouldn't have been able to adjust them easily, he supposed.
Most of her back was uncovered, including her cute little panty-covered butt. Laine tugged her blanket into place before nudging her awake.
"Hey. Hey. Morning, Cat. Time to wake up."
"Hm?"
"Morning," Laine repeated. "How are your arms?"
"Oh. Them." Cat sounded a little surprised, like she'd forgotten being cuffed. Her shoulder moved, then she stretched out for a moment. "They're alright, actually. One's a little stiff from lying on it funny."
"I imagine it would be. Here, give me your wrists. I'll unlock you."
"Yeah. Ok."
She must have still been fuzzy from waking up, because Laine could have sworn he detected reluctance in her tone and the slowness of the way she rolled onto her tummy and let him get at her cuffs.
Two soft clicks and Cat was freed. She sat up and rubbed her wrists, which appeared a bit red, but otherwise fine.
"You sure you're ok?" Laine asked. "Your arms don't hurt? Or your wrists?"
Cat smiled. "No, I promise, I'm fine. I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but... I dunno. I must have."
"Uh huh."
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're still guilty about cuffing me last night. It was my call," Cat said with uncharacteristic firmness. "It was fine. And it worked, even."
"Well we don't know that for sure. It could have just been one of those nights where you wouldn't have wandered anyway."
She shrugged. "Then we do more tests. Simple."
"Um...."
"Stop worrying. Seriously."
"I'll try."
Silence fell. Laine fiddled with the handcuffs, not quite sure what to do with them. Cat watched him evenly. After a moment she spoke.
"I don't suppose you'd mind leaving so I can change?"
Laine jerked into action. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry." He retreated awkwardly from the room. "I'll just go, uh, like... do... stuff."
Laine pondered the events of that morning and the night before as he got ready for the day. He had a sense that some things weren't quite right, but he wasn't sure how or why.
Everything had basically gone right, hadn't it? Cat was fine, she'd stayed in bed, she seemed fine with continuing the experiment. He definitely hadn't scarred with her with the weird, low-level bondage.
Maybe that was it. Maybe the problem was that on some level, he associated handcuffing his sister for the night with... well, activities one didn't engage in with siblings. Bondage. Eroticism. Bad things.
That was silly though. It wasn't about that. Not even a little. Even if she had been nearly in her underwear....
And she had kind of a look about her....
And if she'd been some other girl....
Nope. Nope nope nope. That train of thought needed derailed.
Sure Cat had a nice butt, and she looked good in her flimsy nightwear. That was fine. Living with his sisters, Laine had long ago had to come to terms with their femininity. That was ok. It was manageable. He didn't even take notice most of the time.
It was the damn handcuffs. They were a symbol of restraint and power imbalance. That was just part of their essence. Maybe he'd recognized that unconsciously at some point and just hadn't acknowledged it. Maybe that was where the weirdness came from.
If that was all it was, that was probably fine. It just meant he had to be aware of what sorts of things he was feeling and make sure they didn't run into inappropriate territory.
After all, it wasn't like he wanted to restrain Cat. He didn't want to have to do anything of the sort. Probably he was feeling guilty that this was what it had come to. Forced to make his sister a prisoner of her bed at night.
Well not forced exactly. But they'd all agreed. It wasn't just him. Cat and Maggie had supported the idea.
Laine shook his head. He had some things to sort out, and so far he wasn't getting much of anywhere.
****
Catria breathed a big sigh of relief once Laine left her room. She lifted her blanket and stared down at her panties which prominently displayed the results of her previous night's arousal. She couldn't imagine the embarrassment of her brother having noticed that.
"I'm such a goddamn perv," she muttered, though without the harsh recrimination she'd expected to launch at herself.
She wasn't feeling quite so strongly about it in the fresh morning light. The urgency had passed. Her hands were free, and with them her mind. It was a temporary and incomplete freedom, but it was something.
Until that night. Her heart beat a little harder at the remembrance that it was going to happen again. And again and again. Unless she stopped it. She could just say no and it would all be over. No one would be any the wiser.
Catria peeled off her mostly dried underwear. She wasn't going to say no, she knew. She was going to let it happen. Make it happen, if necessary. Whatever the hell last night had been, she needed more. More time to understand what she felt, if nothing else. More chances to figure out what had been awakened with such a small, simple removal of the basic freedom she took for granted.
It was an insidious and intoxicating thing. Playing the victim, a helpless little waif. She felt a paradoxical sense of power and discovery as she looked forward to that night and her next chance to be cuffed.
She was the last to arrive for breakfast, but that was nothing unusual. There were only three of them, and someone had to be the slowest. This morning, however, she felt the eyes of her siblings boring holes through her as joined them, and she really wished they were both there already. It would have been easier to deal with one at time. At least she wouldn't have felt outnumbered.
"So," Maggie said.
"What's for breakfast?" Catria asked, not waiting for the inevitably awkward question to be voiced.
"Whatever you make," Maggie replied without missing a beat. "So how'd you sleep?"
Catria fished a box of cereal from the cupboard, taking longer than needed to make a selection as an excuse not to make eye contact. "Laine told you already, didn't he?"
"I did," Laine confirmed.
"Well then you don't need to ask me about it," Catria said.
"Cat," Maggie said delicately, "I just want to make sure we're all on the same page here."
"I am. I don't know about you two."
"Very funny. Seriously though. You slept ok? You're not just faking so your brother doesn't feel guilty?"
"I slept fine."
"And you're ok with carrying on like that?"
Catria hesitated. She had to be careful about how she answered. A mild deflection, perhaps. "It was your guys' idea, you know. I don't know why I'm getting all the questions."
"Just to bug you," Laine said.
"Shut up, Laine," Maggie said without even glancing at him. "Personally, Cat, while I did indeed agree to this plan... I didn't expect you to actually go for it."
Catria rolled her eyes. "Of course you didn't." She pitched her voice a bit higher in a mocking tone. "'Here Cat, put these handcuffs on we both think it's a good idea! Wait, why are you putting handcuffs on that's a terrible idea!'" She snorted. "You two need to figure yourselves out a little better."
Once she'd poured her milk, Catria took off to go eat in her room. Partly to keep up the pretense of mild annoyance, but partly, too, because discussing being handcuffed was... well, it was doing things to her again.
It was worse when both her siblings were present. Two people who might figure her out instead of just one. Twice the risk, twice the subtle throbs down below.
****
Laine was relaxing in the living room that evening by himself. Maggie was flitting around somewhere, and he'd hardly seen Cat all day. She hadn't stayed long at breakfast, and she hadn't joined her siblings for supper. He was trying not to worry about her.
"What'cha watchin'?"
"Porn," Laine replied automatically as Maggie lifted his legs off one end of the couch and settled in beneath them.
Maggie was quiet for several seconds. Then, "liar, no one's even got their clothes off. You're watching sports, aren't you!"
Laine smiled at the accusation. For the life of him, he couldn't remember how that stupid little in-joke had started between them. "You caught me."
"So predictable." Maggie half-stifled a yawn. "Anyway...."
"Anyway?"
"Are you gonna, like, cuff Cat again tonight?"
"That was the plan."
"Ok."
"Oh now don't say it like that."
"Like what?"
Laine waved his hand. "Like you don't really think it's a good idea but you're gonna let me do it anyway, then say 'I told you so' if something goes wrong."
"No, no. Just... I'm not sure what's going on with Cat. That's all. She seemed weird this morning."
"Yeah, she did, didn't she. I haven't been able to figure out if it's her, or just something in my head."
"No, it's definitely her."
"Huh."
"But I don't think she's upset about it or anything. I really don't think she minds."
"Me either." Laine shrugged. "But I don't know what's going on, and she sure as hell isn't saying."
Maggie patted her brother's knee. "We'll just have to keep an eye on her, ok? I mean, we always do anyway, but still."
"Yeah, I hear ya." Laine reached out and squeezed Maggie's hand for a second. "The three of us against the world, yeah?"
"Fuckin' right."
Despite their conversation, Laine somehow managed to forget about Cat as he was getting ready for bed. He had stripped down to his boxers when there was a soft knock on his bedroom door. He turned around and was about acknowledge the knock when the door opened anyway.
"Oh, hey, Cat."
"Hey."
She padded over to him on bare feet, then turned her back and stuck out her arms. Laine shrugged and grabbed her handcuffs. He carefully fastened them to her wrists, still unused to the process and a bit worried about hurting her. She didn't react.
"Ok, well, thanks," she said. "Night, Laine."
"Yeah. Good night, Cat."
He watched her leave, even poking his head out into the hallway until she was back in her room. She made an odd sight in her little panties and cami top, manacled hands hanging down above her butt. Oh well.
Laine had almost crawled into bed himself when he heard the call.
"Laaaiiine!"
It wasn't an urgent shout, but he was unquestionably being summoned. He marched down to Cat's room and found her curled up with her blanket kicked down toward the end of the bed.
"Tuck me in?" she asked.
He snorted. "Yeah, alright." He pulled her covers up over her shoulder and kissed the side of her head. "Sleep tight."
"Thanks."
"No worries. You're kinda helpless like that, huh?"
Cat's response came oddly slow. "Yeah," she said faintly. "Kinda helpless."
Laine shrugged and left her to sleep.
****
Catria lay quiet in her bed for a while after Laine departed. She shouldn't have called for him just to tuck her in. That was bad. Bad little girl.
She couldn't help herself. That was all. She'd been thinking and planning and scheming all day. She had a much better idea what to expect this time, and she'd obsessed.
It was just one of those things. She had a new game, of a sort, and even though she knew she shouldn't really play it, she was going to anyway.
Getting tucked in was part of her scheme, though she'd tried to resist. Letting Laine see her once more, all curled up in bed in her panties and cuffs, supremely vulnerable, it kicked her horniness properly into gear. It would have gotten there anyway, but she'd opted for the quick and easy short cut.
Catria let the feelings creep through her and infuse her various inner places. Feelings of shame and guilt, of helplessness and sexuality, of need and desire. She fought a lot less hard against them now that she basically knew what was coming. Instead, she used them. Harnessed them. Let them feed and grow.
Only once she couldn't stand it anymore, when her pussy ached and was beginning to make a serious mess of her panties, did she hop out of bed. She nearly fell as her foot got caught in her blanket, but she managed to keep her balance.
She'd hidden her vibrator just under the top layer in her underwear drawer in preparation. Her extremely limited dexterity meant having to plan ahead a little.
Catria turned on the toy and squeezed her fingers tight around it to savour the vibrations. Goddamn she needed this.
There wasn't really a good way to connect the vibrator to her vagina. That was a problem she hadn't really solved yet. The best she could do was place it on her bed, then carefully clamber on top and try to lower her pussy onto it. The results weren't great.
She could make contact, sure, and some vibrations were better than nothing. But she had no means of adjusting, of getting more pressure, a more stable connection. Any shifting she did just moved the toy around and made it impossible to get what she needed.
The added frustration was exquisite. Her arousal was teased and taunted, and the consequences of having her hands behind her back were made all the more real and important. She loved and hated it at the same time.
Catria bounced and rocked on her vibrator, trying desperately to make something happen. It wasn't enough. She couldn't get enough consistent contact, nor properly direct it.
The self-teasing, while still deliciously frustrating and arousing, was beginning to wear thin. If she couldn't get off, then the whole thing was going to backfire and she'd end up miserable and horny all night.
That actually didn't sound too bad to her masochistic side, but the rest of her wasn't on board.
In a sudden flash of inspiration, Catria wiggled her way back off her bed. She grabbed one of her pillows and dragged it to the middle of her bed. She felt around for her still humming vibrator, then set it on top of the pillow.
It still wasn't a perfect solution by any means, but it was better. Raising the vibrator a bit gave her better options and angles to work with. She only hoped it was enough. How embarrassing would it be to have to call for her brother to uncuff her because she was too horny to sleep?
Catria's knees went weak and she almost fell off her bed when she tried to balance herself with her arm, only to be reminded that it wasn't available. The thought of Laine coming in and seeing her had sent a shiver through her whole body.
What would he think if he caught her happily riding away on her humming pillow, panties soaked, eyes glazed with pent up lust? He'd have to know at that point, right? He'd have to know what a little pervo she was. That she let her brother, of all people, help with her newly discovered bondage fantasy.
It didn't seem to matter anymore that it hadn't even been her idea at the start. It was hers now. Her stupid, sexy thrill ride.
What would Laine think? What would Maggie think, for that matter?
The extrapolated humiliation of being discovered by either of her siblings meshed with the not-quite-adequate vibrations on her pussy. Catria came, releasing two days of novelty and repressed need all in one much needed orgasm.
She shuddered and shook, and eventually just let herself fall over and twitch her way back to a placid state. Relaxation settled in at last, and she let the afterglow rock her gently to a less conscious state.
With the last of her energy, Catria rolled over and squirmed around until she could grab her vibrator and turn it off. She went to sleep with her bed in a state of total chaos.
****
Part Two: Sexualization Investigation
****
The weeks passed, and the siblings all adjusted pretty well to the new arrangement. Laine and Maggie still weren't quite sure about Catria's easy acceptance of being handcuffed every night, but nothing had gone wrong thus far, and she was staying in her bed. It was hard to argue with results.
Catria, for her part, was still experimenting with her new fetish. She was really getting the hang of using her limited dexterity to its full potential while cuffed, and preparing for her nightly fun when she wasn't.
Taping her vibrator to somewhere useful before bed had become a favourite of hers. Often it was just to her 'sex pillow', but she explored other options. Sometimes they didn't work out, but it was fun to try anyway.
She'd had to start sneakily buying her own batteries so as not have to explain her sudden need for replacements every few days. That was a small enough price to pay.
Catria gradually became bolder about flaunting herself in handcuffs too. The novelty of simply wearing them had faded, though her deeper appreciation of them remained. She had to get a little riskier to find the deep, anxiety-inducing thrills she craved.
Some mornings Laine slept in or forgot to come check on her first thing. She loved those mornings. Since she'd managed to figure out ways around most inconveniences she experienced at night, namely how to successfully enjoy her bondage induced horniness, brand new ones in the morning were a delightful bonus round to her game.
She couldn't, for instance, get properly dressed while still locked up. She had to walk around in her flimsy night clothes if she wanted to leave her room. That wasn't all that exciting, given how relaxed the household was about these sorts of things.
However, depending on what panties she wore, and how soaked she'd made them the night before, it was sometimes terribly obvious that she'd been playing. Those mornings were the most nerve-wracking and the most fun almost regardless of whether she ventured from her room, or whether she simply risked Laine noticing when he came to unlock her.
Another interesting facet of her imprisonment was that she couldn't go to the bathroom in the morning until her cuffs were removed. That had been quite the interesting discovery the first time. She'd walked in, assuming that it would be no problem, only to realize that even if she could get her panties pulled down, she'd never get them back up, let alone be able to wipe herself. The thrill of that exciting predicament had nearly sent her back to her room for fun time.
Actually being held hostage, unable to even pee without getting help, that was one of her guilty favourites. That first morning she'd waited as long as she could before waking up her brother. She kept hoping to have an idea, or that he'd wake up on his own, all the while growing more desperate until she was ready to burst. She'd been practically dancing as she tried to hold still to get unlocked.
Catria cherished the memory of that first time. Subsequent experiences were still fun, but the first was always the most memorable.
Even when there wasn't anything too overly sexual about it, she still enjoyed padding through the house in her bare feet, panties, camisole, and cuffs. Her 'adventuring' outfit.
She woke up one morning, found Laine's door still closed, and as per usual declined to wake him. She didn't have to pee that badly, and her panties were clean enough to pass casual inspection.
Catria's tummy rumbled. She grinned and headed off for the kitchen. She'd tried twice in the past week to get herself breakfast before one of her siblings caught her, and twice had no success at all. It was good fun anyway.
The fridge wasn't bad. She could open it easily enough, and usually managed to grab things as long as they weren't too far to the back. Cupboards were practically impossible though. Pushing a chair over, climbing onto the counter, then turning around and trying to balance while grabbing anything within was a recipe for actual physical injury. That wasn't at all what she was looking for.
This morning, breakfast was relatively simple. Someone had bought muffins and thoughtfully left them on the counter. They were toward the wall and a bit of a stretch, but Catria managed to get one out while only making a very small mess.
She had to leave it on the edge of the counter and lean over bite a piece off. And, in fact, the wrapper around the bottom would be a concern when she got that far. Ah well.
Catria regarded the coffee maker with deep consideration. Filling it with coffee and water, then turning it on were theoretically within her limited capabilities, but she hadn't yet dared to try. This morning she was feeling up to it.
She'd spilled water and coffee all around the machine by the time Maggie showed up. She looked guiltily at her big sister and tried to hide her mess by standing in front of it. It didn't work.
"What are you doing?" Maggie asked, gently pushing Catria aside.
"Um... trying to make coffee?"
"Fine. But why the hell, exactly, are you trying to do it with your cuffs still on?"
"'Cause Laine was still sleeping."
Maggie frowned at her little sister's guileless face. "Well next time, how 'bout you wake him up, 'k? Or wait for one of us to get to the kitchen, at least?"
Maggie wiped up the mess. Catria snuck back toward her muffin, but felt a hand on her shoulder before she made it.
"And you better not be eating that by shoving your face into it," Maggie said with calm firmness.
"How else am I s'posed to?"
"Just... go get your cuffs off. I swear. You've gotten... bizarre about them lately."
"Haven't."
"You have. They're like a security blanket or something. It's like you don't want them off."
Catria shook her head and danced away. "Nuh uh." She took off for Laine's room before her sister could argue further.
That was too close to the truth. Maybe she should cool it for a few days. Let suspicion fade.
Laine was still asleep. That was a bit odd. It was his day off, but he usually didn't sleep in much. Especially when he was supposed to be checking on his sister every morning. Apparently he wasn't too worried about her anymore. That was good.
"Hey," Catria said. She knelt on the bed next to Laine and tried to nudge him. "Hey," she said louder.
"Hm? What?"
"Sorry. I need my cuffs off."
Laine blinked a few times, checked the time, then nodded. "Huh. Guess I overslept a bit."
"Not really. You didn't need to get up. Just... Maggie sent me, is all. She doesn't like me making a mess when I try to do things."
"I shouldn't be leaving you stuck like that in the mornings," Laine insisted. He scooted past Catria and found the key to unlock her. "It's irresponsible."
"It's fine," Catria said, repressing a sigh of regret as she was unmanacled. "I don't mind."
"Sometimes I feel like you enjoy it."
She shook her head quickly. "I wouldn't go that far. Just... I don't mind. Really."
"Uh huh."
Laine was watching her with narrowed eyes. She darted in and kissed him on the cheek, then left before he had too much more time to ponder. "Thanks, bro. Gotta go."
"Uh huh," he repeated just before she was out of earshot.
Yep. Definitely have to be a bit more careful for a while. Sibbos getting hella suspicious.
****
"I think she likes the handcuffs," said Maggie.
Laine turned his head and gave her a funny look. "How do you mean?"
"You know. You must have seen. Cat's been all funny about them ever since that first time, and it hasn't changed. If anything she's wearing them more these days."
"That's kinda my fault. I've been slacking."
"Is it though?"
"Well... yeah. Kinda. Partly."
Maggie folded her arms. "Because you have the key? And sometimes you don't get up on time?"
"Yeah."
"So why the hell hasn't she taken custody of the key for herself?"
"Um...."
"Or why doesn't she wake you up?"
"Well...."
"Or hell, why hasn't she wanted to try not wearing them to see if she'd still stay put at night? For that matter, have they even worked?"
Laine raised a finger with an 'ah-ha' kind of point to it. "We do at least know that. I haven't found her in bed with me even once since this started."
"Yes, but we also haven't heard her bumping against her door at night, or sleeping next to it when she couldn't get past."
Laine lowered his finger. "Well... but still. Success. Right?"
"Laine, she likes being cuffed. I can't see any other explanation."
He shifted uncomfortably. "Oh. Like a... sexual thing?"
"Probably. Yeah. Maybe not entirely, but I can't see any way it isn't at least a little sexual."
"Well fuck." Laine sighed. "You know, I kinda thought it might be something like that, but I told myself I was just being silly."
Maggie nodded sympathetically. "It would be easier if we were just imagining things."
"So what the hell do we do?"
"Honestly... I don't know. We could talk to Cat about it--"
"Ew."
Maggie held up two fingers. "Or we could pretend nothing's changed and hope she grows out of it."
"She doesn't grow out of things easily."
She added a third finger. "Or you could stop enabling her and just let her have the handcuffs and key and she can do what she wants with them."
Laine sighed heavily. He knew Maggie was right, but he'd been trying really hard not to have to deal with this. His denial couldn't hold out forever, he supposed. "Alright. I'll do something."
"Thanks, Laine." Maggie wrapped her arms around her brother in a supportive hug. "Let me know if you need help. But you have to take point on this one."
"I know, I know. I'm the one she's been using." He shook his head. "And there are definitely some parts of this whole thing I'll be glad to say no to."
"And a few parts you'll miss?"
"No." Laine stepped back. "What's that s'posed to mean?"
"Nothing."
"Don't 'nothing' me."
Maggie put her hands on her hips and smirked at her brother. "Don't think I don't know you enjoy it. Just a little. A cute little girl coming to you every night in her underwear, eager to be handcuffed? You're going to tell me that doesn't appeal to you at all?"
"Ew, Mags. That's Cat you're talking about."
"I know it is. And if I thought you were taking advantage of her, I'd be pissed. Since, if anything, it's the other way around... it's kinda funny."
"It is not."
"Is."
"Isn't."
"Is!"
"Isn't!"
Maggie held up her hands placatingly. "Ok, you're right. It definitely isn't funny even a little the way you check out your little sister's butt when you think no one's watching."
"That...." Laine slumped in defeat. "That's not fair. I can't help looking at the cuffs sometimes. And then... and then she's always wearing these little panties, and she has such a... you know...."
"Cute butt?"
"Something like that, yeah. My gaze is already in the area. Can't help it."
Maggie giggled. "No, I don't suppose you can."
"Am I a horrible brother?"
"If I thought that, this would be a much different conversation, I assure you." Maggie once again pulled Laine into an embrace. "Shh, now," she said as she stroked his hair comfortingly.
"What are you doing?"
"Being supportive. And a li'l bit patronizing."
"Thought so."
"Shh."
****
Catria was kind of surprised when Laine came to her with her handcuffs much earlier than usual that evening. She experienced a moment of naughty excitement as she assumed he was going to cuff her before bedtime. She didn't know why or what it meant, but she liked it.
The moment faded quickly once she realized his expression didn't match any kind of naughtiness or punishment or... whatever.
"Here," Laine said, handing her both the cuffs and key.
Catria's brow furrowed. "Um... why are you giving them to me? That's not how this works."
"It is now."
"Oh." She tried not to let her extreme disappointment show. "Why?"
"Well, partly me and Maggie think you can probably handle them yourself, if you want. You've gotten pretty good at maneuvering with your hands behind your back."
Catria cursed herself internally. She should have known better than to let her siblings figure out she could function halfway decently. She'd become so used to the status quo, she'd forgotten it was an artificial situation that could easily be stopped.
"But--"
"No, no. It's not an argument." Laine folded his arms. "You don't have to stop, but I'm not helping anymore. That's all."
Catria swallowed hard. The way he said it, it was like he knew she couldn't stop. Like he knew exactly what she'd been doing this whole time.
"I don't...." Her words trailed off. What could she even say?
"You should do what makes you happy," Laine said in a softer tone.
"Uh huh." She shifted her weight uneasily. She kind of wanted him to just go, let her be alone. She'd fucked it all up. She knew that now.
"You ok?"
"M'fine."
"You sure."
"M'fine!"
Laine sighed. "Ok. Just... ok."
He left.
Catria stood there several seconds longer, just standing, staring down at her former favourite toy. Then, in disgust at herself and what she'd done, she threw the handcuffs and key into the corner of her room.
"Stupid," she whispered. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
****
Catria didn't put her handcuffs on that night. Nor, indeed, the next several nights. She was too embarrassed, too anxious, too grossed out with herself to even look at them.
She could barely interact with her siblings. Laine and Maggie knew. They knew what she'd been doing. They hadn't yelled at her, or told her to stop, or... anything, really. But they knew.
In some ways, it was even worse that they didn't say anything about it. It meant that all her feelings had to stay bottled up, because she sure as hell wasn't going to start a conversation about how she'd used Laine to handcuff her every night in support of her new kink.
Bedtime was so much less fun now. It was downright depressing some nights. She had a hard time sleeping and sometimes stayed up prowling the house or sitting on her laptop far later than her sleep schedule allowed. She had to spend her days sleep deprived on top of everything else.
At least she wasn't bothering Laine. When she did sleep, she didn't go anywhere. Mission accomplished, she supposed.
She knew Laine and Maggie were starting to worry about her behaviour. She could tell. She just couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't talk to them, and she just didn't have the energy or motivation to act like everything was fine.
Which was silly. She'd had to stop playing a stupid sexy game that she shouldn't have been playing in the first place. That was all. It really didn't matter or affect her life in any significant way.
Except it did. It really, really did.
She'd found something she truly enjoyed. It was a weird and pervy thing, but no less important to her because of that. And she'd lost it.
Catria moped over her loss. Some days were worse than others. Sometimes she obsessed in her head, going over what she could have differently. Sometimes she successfully distracted herself until bedtime when she couldn't help but remember.
Perhaps inevitably, the mutual unspoken agreement not to discuss the cause of her moodiness was finally breached. She was zoned out on the couch watching a show that was meant to be funny, but had yet to make her laugh. Maggie came in and sat on the arm of the sofa near her feet.
"Hey, Cat," Maggie said.
Catria grunted a response, hoping not to get into a real conversation.
"So, listen," Maggie continued, "the past little while seems like it's been kinda rough for you."
"M'fine."
"Right. Uh huh." Maggie toyed with her hair, twirling it around her finger. "But you're not, though."
"Am."
"You're pretty obviously not ok."
Catria curled up. She pulled her knees up toward her chest and folded her arms over her breasts. "Why would I not be?"
"Well... I'm gonna say that it probably has to do with you discovering that you really, really like being handcuffed, and now you're embarrassed about it."
Catria tried to shrink further. The limits of physical space began to impede her. "No."
"Yes," Maggie said patiently. "We both know it. I didn't want to have this conversation any more than you do, but I've waited for you to get over it on your own, and you just aren't."
Catria shut her eyes and put her hands over her ears. It was a pretty stupid response, but it was the only one she had.
Maggie got up and moved in front of her sister. She bodily picked the younger girl's top half up and sat beneath her. She set Catria's head delicately in her lap.
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Maggie said in a soothing voice. She stroked her sister's hair. "Well that's not quite true. But you don't need to take it as badly as you have been."
"It's dumb," Catria said.
"No it's not."
"It is. And I was stupid for thinking you and Laine wouldn't figure it out. And stupid for involving you to begin with. Gross and stupid." Catria squeezed her eyes tighter. "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"Nothing, Cat. Nothing's wrong with you."
"Well that's obviously not true."
"It is, though. You're my little sister. I love you. Laine loves you. And... honestly, I liked it better when you were wandering around in handcuffs all the time instead of just being sad."
"But you'd prefer neither, I bet."
"You're not wrong." Maggie smoothed Catria's hair. "But I'll take happy li'l sis over sad li'l sis any day. Even if it means a little weirdness."
Catria was slowly uncurling. The soothing hair stroking and loving tone of her sister's voice were seeping in and letting her guard down.
"You want me to put my handcuffs back on?"
"If that's what makes you happy, yes."
Catria bit her lip, then sighed. "I can't. It's too embarrassing now. And not in a good way."
"It doesn't have to be. Me and Laine are basically used to it. It won't affect us any."
"It doesn't matter."
Maggie kept stroking Catria's hair for a moment, the stopped. "Alright, let me up."
Catria sat up. She looked at Maggie, and was inwardly relieved that she could at least meet her sister's eye.
"Wait here," Maggie instructed.
"Hadn't planned on going anywhere," Catria mumbled to Maggie's retreating back.
A few minutes passed before Maggie returned. Catria had basically lost interest in the meantime.
"You should really keep your room better organized," Maggie said.
"Oh don't start on that." Catria paused, then glared at her sister. "What were you doing in... my...."
She faltered as she realized that Maggie was holding her handcuffs. The ones she'd thrown in a corner somewhere and ignored. Her sister had gone and dug them out because....
Catria swallowed hard and her heart beat a little harder. She had no idea why she was getting excited, because it really didn't matter what Maggie said, she wasn't putting her cuffs back on. Not now.
"We'll talk about the mess in your room some other time," Maggie said, a smile tickling her lips at the look in Catria's eye. "We'll get these on for now, see if that cheers you up."
Catria shook her head. "Nuh uh." But her eyes didn't leave the handcuffs no matter how petulantly she swung her head back and forth.
"Yuh huh," Maggie countered easily. "Give me your hands."
"No."
"Yes," said Maggie firmly. "Give them. Now."
Catria couldn't resist the authoritative tone in her sister's voice. With a dry mouth and a nervous, anticipatory tummy, she lifted her arms. Maggie was making her do it. It was actually happening.
Even Laine had never actually told her to put them on. It had always been an option and a solution to a problem. But now....
"You know better than that," Maggie said. "Behind your back."
Catria stood on trembling legs, turned around, and meekly swung her arms into position. The soft snap and comforting feel of her cuffs locking around her wrists nearly made her collapse. Too many emotions were coursing through her all at once.
"There. Better?" Maggie asked.
Catria nodded slowly. "Yeah," she said faintly.
"Good. Now sit back down with me."
Catria didn't even question the order, if that's what it was. She sat back down with her sister, leaning against Maggie and feeling a sisterly arm wrap around her shoulders.
She was still in shock, unable to properly process. Maggie knew what the handcuffs meant. Being encouraged... no, being told to put them on... what did that mean? What was going on in her sister's head?
It didn't really matter, in some ways. Catria's body was responding without waiting for her brain to catch up. She was all a-flutter, a bundle of happy nerves. Her kinky little submissive side was utterly contented as she sat cuffed next to Maggie, all snuggled up.
Catria had worried about using Laine in the past as her 'keyholder'. She was never quite sure what it said about her, or what the ethical ramifications might be.
Now, with Maggie in charge, she was still confused, but at least she was happier with the morality of it. And actually being 'forced' into her cuffs, that was a very nice feeling.
Catria squeezed her thighs together and tried not to ruin the platonic beauty of the moment. She mustn't run off to masturbate. Permission or no, that would be severely pushing her luck and the bounds of sisterly affection.
So wrapped up was she that she didn't even notice Laine arriving until he was sitting down on the other side of Maggie. She stiffened in her seat and glanced anxiously at her brother, wondering if he knew what Maggie had done, or if he could tell that her cuffs had returned. He gave no sign either way.
"What are we watching?" Laine asked.
"Brooklyn Nine-Nine," Maggie said.
Catria blinked and looked at the tv. "Wait, we are?"
"Yes, we are," Maggie said. "I knew you weren't paying attention."
"Mighta zoned out a li'l," Catria admitted.
"Oh, I think I heard of this one," Laine said. "It's got that guy from the music videos, and Terry Crews, right?"
"That's about it alright," Maggie said.
"Neat."
Catria waited to see if Laine was going to comment on her at all, but he didn't seem to be paying her any attention. She gradually relaxed again, and eventually settled into luxuriating in some naughty fun feels.
Handcuffed and chilling with her sibs. Nice.
****
"So you got her back in her handcuffs, I see," Laine said later on, once Cat had gone to bed.
"Yeah," said Maggie. "I had to. It was killing me seeing her like that. So sad. So distraught."
"I know what you mean. It was a bit pathetic though, don't you think? You'd think we killed her puppy or something."
Maggie gave her brother a light shove. "Don't be like that. It's important to her."
"But why? It doesn't make any sense."
"Ha. You know, you sound like a dad who doesn't understand his kid's hobby."
"Oh I do not! I...." Laine paused. "Ok, maybe a little. But it's not really a hobby. It's mostly just wandering around in her underwear acting helpless because her arms are chained together."
"And complaining about the way she dresses. Dad for sure."
Laine shoved Maggie back. "Oh shut up."
"Next thing you know you'll be telling stories about how back in your day you never--"
"Shut up!"
Laine half-tackled Maggie, and the two of them fell to the floor. Maggie was already in giggles as they landed. Laine wasn't far behind. Their wrestling devolved pretty quickly into them both rolling onto their backs and letting their laughter wear itself out.
"You're such a shit sometimes," Laine said.
"You too, bro. You too."
They both went quiet for a moment. Neither was quite ready to get back up. Sometimes, lying on the floor next to someone held its own special kind of magic.
"Do you think..." Laine began.
"What?"
"That, like, those dads who complain about what their daughters wear...."
"Yeah?"
"That maybe it's partly because they can't always help looking?"
Maggie groaned and sat up. She patted Laine's shoulder. "It's not easy being a boy sometimes. I know."
"I really don't think you do."
"Well... no. But I was trying to be sympathetic." Maggie stood, then extended a hand to help her brother up. "And to be fair, Cat is kind of a walking softcore bondage model some days."
"Right?"
"I'm kinda jealous of the way some of her panties hug her ass, if I'm being honest."
"Aw, don't be jealous. Yours is just as nice."
Laine patted Maggie's butt. She pushed his hand away, but not with any real vehemence.
"When were you checking mine out, exactly?" she asked with the beginning of a frown on her brow.
Laine sighed. "Cat's not the only one who wanders around in their panties from time to time. Don't act like it's my fault."
Maggie smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah. I guess I do sometimes, don't I?" She shrugged. "Sometimes I almost forget you're a boy."
"Ouch."
"In a good way, though."
"I'm not sure there's a good way to take that."
"Trust me." Maggie kissed her brother's cheek. "There is."
"If you say so."
****
Catria awoke with an overly full bladder the next morning. In hindsight, having been cuffed earlier than she was used to the night before and not taking a bathroom break may not have been a super smart plan. Not that there had been a plan, really, but still.
Oh well. No problem. She'd just have to go wake Maggie up and get unlocked. She didn't like waking her sibs up, but sometimes it had to be done.
She padded down the hall and turned around to open her sister's door. Maggie was still sleeping, as expected for so early in the morning.
"Mags. Mags. Hey, Maggie. Wake up!"
"Hm?"
"Wake up. I need you to unlock me."
"Ughmph."
"Don't put your pillow over your head. I need you."
"I thought you always let Laine sleep in. How come I don't get that kind of treatment."
Catria bounced awkwardly from foot to foot. She felt her face heat slightly at admitting to her predicament. "'Cause I gotta pee."
"Oh. Well... ok then. But I don't have your key."
"What?!"
"I only went looking for your handcuffs yesterday. I didn't even think to grab the key. It must be wherever you left it."
"Oh."
"Sorry."
"That's ok. Sorry for waking you."
Catria returned to her room at a quicker pace than she'd left. She bumped her shoulder against the wall a couple times until she hit the light switch. She looked at the corner of her room where clothes and debris tended to get thrown when she just couldn't be arsed.
"Shit. Shit shit shit."
There was no way she was rummaging through there. Not only could she not rummage hardly at all with her hands behind her back, but the attempt would almost certainly lead to her pissing herself. She needed to go NOW.
The only thing she could think to try was to get Laine. Maggie had already been disturbed once and, more importantly from a pragmatic point of view, hadn't seemed at all inclined to help a sister in urinary distress. Laine had always been pretty soft in the mornings. Much more cooperative.
"Laine," Catria called as she burst into his room. Or, rather, stumbled into his room as she pushed his door open backward. "Laine get up. Laine!"
"What? What is it?"
"I don't know where my key is."
"So? You know I don't have it."
"Yeah, but... but...."
"But what? You've never minded being stuck in your cuffs before."
"Well...." Catria was even more fidgety now. She didn't have long. "I minded a bit when I really had to pee," she said quietly.
"When you... oh. Ohhh."
"Yeah. Please help?"
Laine swung his feet out of bed. He rubbed his eyes as he stood up. He was just in his boxers, as per usual, and Catria couldn't help noticing that he seemed partly erect. She had no idea why this morning of all mornings she'd notice morning wood. There were more important things at stake.
"Where's the key then?" he asked.
"Um... I kinda threw it in the corner of my room a little while ago."
"The messy corner?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. And how long do we have?"
"Not long."
"Ugh. Ok. Fine. You'll just have to go to the bathroom while I dig around for the key."
"Can't."
"You can't? Why not?"
"Can't pull my panties down. You'll...." Catria stopped and felt herself blushing hard. "You'll have to," she said in a smaller voice.
"Uh uh."
"Please. I don't want to piss myself."
"Just... just... ugh, come on."
They made their way to the bathroom. Catria was sure she was going to burst, but had managed to hold on so far.
In the back of her mind, in the naughtiest of the rearward recesses, a small part of her was getting quite excited at the humiliating depravity of her situation. Less than twenty-four hours since she was back in cuffs, and already she'd gotten herself in a more embarrassing predicament than ever before. That was quick work.
Sometimes, she really wished she didn't have that kinky, submissive calling inside her. Sure it was exciting, in a twisted, fucked up kind of way, but she was going to be beyond mortified if she actually wet herself in front of her brother.
Until that happened, however, the possibility was working its anxious sexual magic inside her.
"Can't you maybe just sit on the toilet and, like, do your thing?" Laine asked.
"Nooo," Catria whined. "It'll make a mess. And I'd be like a little kid, peeing my panties like that."
"Well I'm not helping you use the toilet. That's not really making you any less of a little kid."
She couldn't hold any longer. She could practically the feel the first trickles squirting out. "Please. I'm gonna burst."
Laine looked back and forth from her to the toilet, occasionally down to her crotch.
It was too late. Catria experienced a moment of blissful awareness. Whatever Laine decided it wouldn't be in time. She was going to pee herself right in front of him, all over herself and the floor. It was going to be terrible. And probably the subject matter of some extremely guilty play times later on.
Hell, she'd have to lock herself in her room for a few days out of shame. Might as well make some use of it.
Catria squeaked in a surprise and indignation as she was grabbed and very nearly thrown in the bathtub. She missed her footing and went down on her butt, luckily with Laine still supporting her so she landed gently.
She didn't have a chance to complain since her bladder had let go. A torrent of piss exploded from her and soaked her panties instantly, then splashed down her thighs and past her feet in its way to the drain. She spread her legs to try and mitigate the mess, but had limited success.
She looked up, shame-faced, searching for her brother's expression. He had his back turned, but there was no question he could hear the disaster unfold.
It was as helpless and humiliated as Catria could ever remember feeling. It was horrible, awful, just absolutely the worst.
Goddamn was she turned on though. Like, fuck, what the hell was that about?
If Catria could have reached her pussy, there was a pretty good chance she would have been rubbing it, even before she was finished peeing. Even with her brother standing right there. Perhaps especially because of those things, actually.
"I'm done," Catria said in the smallest, meekest voice she had.
Laine didn't move for a moment, then slowly turned. He looked down at her with an unreadable face.
Catria felt a burning both in her cheeks and pussy. She wanted to run and hide forever, and she wanted to stay and let him examine her disgrace. She was a mess inside and out.
"Sorry," Laine said. "It's all I could think of."
"It's not your fault. It's mine. I was stupid. Didn't think."
"It's not... shit, I don't know what it is." Laine rubbed his face. "I need to go find your key."
"Wait!"
Laine had already turned away, but he stopped. "What?"
"Don't leave me like this."
He turned back around. "What am I supposed to do? I can't really get you back out of the tub until you clean off a bit. I mean, I could, but the floor...."
Catria bit her lip. She didn't want him to go. Couldn't let him. Not only was her sex drive working against her need to hide, but she really just couldn't bear to sit and wait in a puddle of her own making. Conflicting needs arrived at the same idea; don't let Laine leave.
"Rinse me off," she heard herself say.
"Um...."
"Please?"
"That's not a great idea."
Catria looked at Laine with big, sad eyes. "Please?" she said again, even more piteously this time.
"Argh, fine." He jabbed a finger at her. "But no one is ever to know about this."
She looked down at herself. "You think I was gonna tell anyone?"
"Yeah that's... that's a fair point."
Laine took the detachable shower head and pointed it away from Catria while the water warmed. Then, carefully, not quite looking at her, he traced the spray up her legs to her thighs.
Catria sat patiently with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. He was getting nearer to her naughty zones, and she hadn't really thought through what was going to happen at that point.
"Hey!" she said.
"What?"
"You're getting my top all wet. I don't need cleaned there."
Laine sighed. "Well what would you like me to do about that, exactly?"
"Watch what you're doing."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because... because your panties... are all... wet."
Catria considered the point. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Well... I mean, can't you look anyway? Or is it too gross?"
"That's really not the issue."
Laine took a deep breath, then fixed his eyes on Catria's sodden panties. His aim with the shower head was much better now that he was watching what he was doing.
The good news for Catria was that there was no way her brother could possibly tell how wet she was getting from horniness. Her panties were a disaster already, which at least hid her arousal. That was about the only small mercy she got.
Her panties were super clingy from being soaked, as well as semi-transparent. She wasn't certain how much Laine could see, but her modesty was certainly not being preserved.
Laine's last statement flitted through her mind as she 'suffered' through her cleaning. She thought she knew what it meant, but that might just have been wishful thinking. Either way, the longer he stared at her barely-covered pussy, the wilder her imagination ran.
It didn't help the way the shower spray kept washing over her pussy. Even if she'd wanted to behave, those sensations were impossible to ignore.
"Ok, let's get you stood up now," Laine said.
Catria nodded and did her best to support herself as she was lifted and set back on her feet. She was more than a little wobbly, and the continued attention and water pressure prevented her from pulling herself together.
It was like being in a dream. A horrible, magnificently erotic dream. Nothing seemed quite real, and she felt like if she just closed her eyes it would all vanish and she'd wake up in her bed. Her eyes, however, remained wide open.
"Turn around," Laine said. "Let me get your butt."
"Ok," Catria replied faintly.
It was a little easier to focus and get a grip on herself with her back turned. She wasn't able to watch her brother staring at her naughty bits, and her clit was no longer getting randomly teased by jets of water. She assumed he was getting a pretty decent look at her ass, though.
Finally, thankfully, she was rinsed more or less clean. Laine helped her out of the tub, then grabbed a towel and gently patted down her lower half. He had to kneel down to get her feet, ankles and calves. She was acutely aware of his face being even closer to her wet, clingy panties than before.
Also, once he didn't have a tub or a crouched over body in the way, Catria saw something else very intriguing.
"You're really hard," she said.
Laine flushed and didn't look at her as he finished patting her hips dry. He opened his mouth, then shut it again and gave his head a small, firm shake.
He couldn't very well protest innocence. His boxers were the only piece of clothing he had on, and they didn't do much to hide his full, prominent erection. Nor was there any disguising who had turned him on.
Catria had no idea how to feel about arousing her brother like that, but she was beyond even attempting to process the ramifications. She was mostly just glad not to be the only one inappropriately turned on. And, perhaps, just a little turned on herself by it.
Goddamn was she horny.
"Like, really, really hard," she said as though Laine hadn't heard her the first time.
"Yes, thanks," he said a little sharply. "I am aware, actually."
He guided her to sit down on the edge of the tub, then left.
Catria sat in stunned silence while she waited for her brother's return. Her mind remained a jumble of swirling images, thoughts, and emotions. And her body....
Her body simply ached for more. The shower head running over her pussy had provided brief moments of relief, but nothing substantial enough to satiate her hunger. She wondered what Laine would do if she just started grinding on him when her returned.
Not that she would or anything. She'd never go that far. Probably. He was her brother. He'd put up with her so far, even been turned on, but that wasn't something that should have happened.
Laine came back wearing jeans, though still shirtless. Catria felt an odd disappointment at no longer being able to see the clear outline of his erection. Though, when she looked closely, she could still tell that he hadn't gone totally soft yet.
"Seriously," he said as he unlocked her. "No one else hears about this. Any of it."
"Are you really that embarrassed getting hard 'cause of me?"
"Well... yeah."
"Oh."
"You're my sister, Cat."
"I know."
"My little sister."
"Right."
"You know damn well I shouldn't be getting... like that... about you."
"Yeah. I guess." Catria rubbed her wrists. They'd received an extra long session, and were just a bit sore. "I don't mind," she said. "It's only fair, really."
"I'd be happier if you were mad about it."
Catria risked a small smile. "Guess you're out of luck then."
"Guess so." Laine's gaze wandered down her body. He caught himself and jerked his head back up. "Anyway... I'll, uh, leave you alone then. So you can get dressed. And... whatever."
"Ok. Thanks, Laine."
"Uh... sure. Yeah. You're welcome. I guess."
Catria stared after him a moment after he was gone. Then, unable to hold back any longer, she stripped off her damp clothes and got the shower running again.
With a head full of sexy, humiliating memories and fantasies, she pressed the shower head to her pussy and brought herself to a much-needed series of orgasms.
****
Laine had a weird day. That wasn't terribly surprising given the way it had started. Seeing Cat with her soaked panties, so needy and helpless... it was so far beyond what he could easily handle.
All those times she'd wandered around half-naked paled in comparison to basically seeing everything thanks to wet, clingy undergarments. It almost would have been less titillating if she'd been naked.
And the look in her eyes, the pathetic whine in her voice when he'd almost left her sitting in her own mess, goddamn. It was terrible of him to think that way. He knew that, he just couldn't help himself.
He'd been turned on. There was no denying it. Cat had even seen it. She'd acted surprised that he'd get hard. Like he'd had any kind of choice. Like she hadn't been totally sexy and vulnerable and capable of making even her brother want to take advantage of her.
At least he hadn't done anything stupid. That was something. He couldn't help his cock's reaction, or having to look at barely concealed pussy and ass, but he hadn't touched her inappropriately or anything. He'd only done what he'd been forced to by circumstance.
He was still an awful goddamn brother. Fuck.
Laine skipped supper with his sisters that evening, and basically grounded himself in his room. Maggie, perhaps sensing part of what was wrong, hadn't pressed him and had simply brought him a warmed up plate of food later on. He appreciated her thoughtfulness, even though he half-wished she would have pressed him about what had happened just so he'd have an excuse to release his internal guilt.
But he shouldn't, couldn't tell her. Both for his sake and Cat's. Neither of them came off particularly well in the story. She'd pissed herself and had to be cleaned up by her brother, and he'd... he'd cleaned her. Far too much of her, really.
Perhaps inevitably, Laine started stroking his cock while thinking about it. Trying to repress his arousal only went so far, and only made his need for eventual release grow. He'd just jerk off, get it out of his system, and it'd be done.
He stripped down entirely naked and lay back on his bed, tissues within reach. He jerked his cock slowly while bringing back the image of his sister's tight little ass covered only by clingy, nearly transparent panties.
Cat had such an amazing butt. Her pussy had more of a forbidden appeal, but he'd definitely been more interested in her backside when she'd turned around for him. It didn't hurt that he'd been more free to stare since she had her back turned at the time.
Laine's strokes became faster as he reimagined the scene. He could have pulled her panties down and there would have been nothing she could do about it. In fact, he had a suspicion she wouldn't have stopped him even if she could have. Those handcuffs did funny things to her.
He could have grabbed her bare butt cheeks, held them, squeezed them, spread them apart to get a better look at her little butthole. He'd only been able to get obscured, shadowy peeks at it while washing her. Those tantalizing glimpses made him all the more interested in seeing the whole picture.
Then what? Did he actually want to play with Cat's asshole? The answer came in a thrilling shudder down his spine. Yes, he did want to play with her ass. He wanted to dive right in and lick her tight little hole until it was slick and shiny, then stand up and grind on her butt, then--
Laine's rhythm was thrown all to hell by a soft, uneven knock at his bedroom door. He let go of his cock in a panic, guilty and fearful that one of his sisters knew what he was doing and, more importantly, what he was thinking about while doing it.
"Just a second!" he called.
But the door was already opening. In typical Cat fashion, his younger sister hadn't waited for an answer. She stepped in backward, holding the doorknob in her cuffed hands. She hesitated as Laine hastily threw his blanket over his lap, but she'd already seen what he was up to.
"Oh," she said, her eyes still fixed on his lap. "Sorry."
"Dammit, Cat. Wait after knocking. That's the whole point."
"I said sorry."
She didn't look particularly apologetic. Mostly she looked curious, and maybe a little horny. There was definitely a hint of lust in the way her gaze locked onto where his cock had been bared a moment ago.
"Did you want something?" he asked after an awkward moment of silence.
"Oh, right." Cat snapped back to reality and padded closer. "I just wanted to see if you were ok. After, you know, this morning. Kinda feel like you've been avoiding me."
"I kinda have."
Cat looked disappointed. "Oh."
"We needed a little space, is all."
"I see."
"Stop looking sad. You know things got too weird this morning." Laine rubbed his face. "And you know, it would have been nice if you didn't put your cuffs on before coming to talk."
"Yeah, I didn't mean to. Mags kinda just did it. I think she thinks that I like it better when someone makes me."
"Don't you?"
Cat blushed and looked down. "Well I didn't say she was wrong."
Fuck she was adorable with her hands restrained, her skimpy night outfit, and that cute blush. And sexy. Adorably sexy. Laine hoped some of that was just his interrupted masturbation session talking.
"Maybe we could talk more tomorrow?" he hinted in an attempt to get her out of the room.
"Yeah, maybe," Cat agreed. She did not, however, make any move to leave.
"Did you need something else?" Laine asked, hoping desperately that she didn't.
"Um... like... were you jerking off just now?"
"I'm not answering that. That's not even... it's not... just... please go now."
"I mean, I know you were," she continued as though he hadn't spoken.
"You're just making this worse for me. You know that, right?"
"Sorry. Just... were you thinking about me?"
It wasn't an accusation. Laine could tell by the tone of her voice. If anything, it sounded like a legitimate question. Like Cat was really curious whether her big brother was jerking off while thinking about her. That failed to surprise him as much as he might have liked.
"If I say yes, will you leave?"
Cat's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Oh my god. Don't you dare be excited by that."
"I'm not."
"You are. Your eyes are practically glowing."
"Oh." Cat, with conscious effort, reset her expression to something more neutral. "How's this?"
Laine rolled his eyes. "This is why I was avoiding you. Things are getting seriously confused."
"They're not." Cat fidgeted, then stepped closer still. "I just... I maybe kinda like that I'm not the only one having weird thoughts. Bad thoughts."
"Well--"
"And I'm actually really glad that you're turned on--"
"Cat!"
"--by what happened instead of, like, being grossed out. That would have been way worse, I think."
"It would have been a more proper response."
"I guess. But it really woulda sucked if you'd, like, seen me piss myself and then been utterly disgusted by me and not wanted anything to do with me and--"
"Jesus, Cat. Slow down."
"Sorry."
Laine sighed. He patted the bed next to him, having given up on a speedy end to the conversation. "Here. Sit down."
"'K."
Cat plopped down semi-gracefully next to her brother. She didn't give any indication of minding that he was still blatantly concealing an erection. Granted, it had softened a bit, but still.
She looked far too innocent for what went on in her head these days. That was probably part of the problem he'd been having. He could look at her and see his baby sister, or he could see a sexy little minx who was grappling with her sexuality and slowly winning. It confused him that she was, in fact, both of those girls.
Now he had to navigate between those two distinct facets of her being without crashing.
"So," Laine began. "You know handcuffing you was never meant to be... sexual... or anything."
"Yeah, obviously. That would have been weird."
"Ok, well it was kinda weird anyway when it started being something you enjoyed in that kind of way."
Cat shrugged. "It kinda was right from the start, if that helps any."
"It doesn't. Either way, me and Mags thought we might need to, like, help you tone it down a bit. And that didn't work out very well."
"Sure."
"And now we're here...."
"Yep."
"And I kinda just don't know what to do with you at this point. It wasn't even so bad when you were parading yourself around every now and then, because at least I could almost pretend like I didn't know what you were doing. But actually being involved... it's tricky."
"I really didn't mean for this morning to happen," Cat said. "It was an accident. In more ways than one."
"Yeah, I get that. But what about right now? I mean, you know I was jerking off, yet you're still here. And trying to get details about what I was thinking about no less."
Cat at least had the grace to look slightly bashful about that. "I guess I'm still a bit confused about this morning too. 'Cept in a different way from you, I think." She looked at Laine with big, worshipful eyes. "I thought it was gonna be basically the worst moment of my life, at the time."
"Oh come on. It wasn't that bad."
"Maybe. But a big part of what bothered me was that I thought you were gonna think I was such a baby for pissing myself like a little kid. And you didn't. You actually got crazy turned on."
"Well I wouldn't say--"
"It meant a lot to me, is what I'm saying. So if you were still thinking about it, that's pretty much ok with me. That's all."
"Uh... I think this might be some more of things getting confused. You shouldn't really be encouraging me to think about you that way."
"Duh. I know that." Cat shrugged, a movement hindered slightly by her restrained arms. "But I'm really starting to like the idea, and nothing you say is really gonna change that."
"That's... probably true." Laine slumped in defeat.
"You're still gonna feel bad about it though, huh?"
"Yup."
"Well, hopefully you get over that. I absolve you of your sins, if it helps any."
"It doesn't."
Cat nodded and hopped off the bed. "Well, have fun masturbating anyway. I know I will."
Laine couldn't help himself. "Cat?"
She stopped at the doorway. "Yeah?"
"How exactly do you masturbate with your hands behind your back?"
She grinned a teasing little smile. "Curious, huh?"
"Despite myself, yes."
"You could come see, if you wanted."
Laine sighed. "Yeah, I thought you might say something like that. Good night, Cat."
"But really, if you--"
"Good. Night. Cat."
She giggled. "Night, Laine."
Laine waited to make sure she was really gone, then shut the door and lay back on his bed, picking up where he'd left off. Thanks to Cat's newfound assertiveness, his need to get off really hadn't gone anywhere, it had just changed shape a little.
He couldn't believe he'd inadvertently given her a new confidence in flaunting her sexuality around him. That wouldn't have been his first guess as to the result of the bathtub debacle. Then again, he'd come away from it as horny as she had, so he could kind of understand her point of view.
It would have been nice if neither of them had reacted like pervy weirdos. That was all.
****
Catria couldn't believe her own boldness any more than her brother could. She really hadn't intended to interrupt him jerking off, nor show her interest in it, but she had. She'd only meant to make sure he wasn't having serious regrets about that morning.
The brief flash of his hard cock before he'd covered up and the guilty look in his eyes had told her all she needed to know. He was thinking about her. She made that happen.
Catria had felt something very different from usual; warmer and fuzzier, but no less exciting than the shame, guilt, and embarrassment she was used to getting off to. It made her feel incredibly sexy that she could make Laine so horny. Her own brother.
She'd half hoped he'd take her invitation and come watch her while she rode her vibrator after their conversation. She was pretty sure he wouldn't, but just the chance that he'd burst in at any moment made her all the hotter.
She woke up early the next morning. She was splayed every which way, blanket kicked off the bed, vibrator still right in the middle of the bed. Apparently she'd fallen asleep pretty hard.
Still feeling a bit naughty, Catria got out of bed and snuck into Laine's room. He was on his back snoring away, chest partly uncovered by his uneven blanket. She wondered if he was naked underneath, but didn't quite dare to find out.
Instead, she balanced on one leg and dragged his covers down with her other foot just enough so she could slip in underneath. She curled up next to her brother and drifted off again.
She only dozed this time, and so was awakened almost immediately when Laine started moving. He was being quiet and moving slowly, clearly assuming her to still be asleep. He carefully climbed over her to get out of bed.
In the process, Catria discovered that he was, indeed, naked. His semi-hard cock dangled near her face for a second before he was across her. She forced herself not to roll over, even though it meant she couldn't see anything.
There were sounds of Laine dressing, then she was picked up and cradled in his arms. She kept her eyes closed for the familiar trip of being carried back to her bed.
She was deposited gently on her mattress, and she risked opening her eyes to slits. Laine reached across her and grabbed her vibrator. She felt a nice little pang of embarrassment as he examined her toy before then setting it on her dresser.
Next he took her wrists and unlocked her cuffs, setting her arms free for the remainder of her 'sleep.' She wasn't quite as into that, but she left her arms limp and continued acting unconscious.
There was a brief lull in activity. Catria strained her ears, trying to figure out why Laine wasn't moving. Then, surprising her enough that she almost jumped, his hand went to her butt and gave it a quick squeeze.
Luckily he didn't notice the uncontained grin on her face as he draped her blanket over her and tucked her back in.
****
Part Three: Cat's Out Of The Bag
****
Catria spent the next several weeks exploring her new boundaries. She was totally free to walk around the house in her cuffs whenever she wanted, that much was clear. But there were other things that were a bit less certain.
Sometimes she snuck into Laine's bed. He didn't complain much about it. She wasn't sure if he knew it was deliberate now or not. Either way, she usually just got dumped back in her own room with very little ceremony.
Every now and then she got a bit of a fondle while she feigned sleep. Those mornings were her favourites and tended to leave her in a very good mood the rest of the day.
She knew that she shouldn't really let that sort of thing keep happening, that it should remain a fantasy only, but it was just who she was. She liked being attractive to her brother, and she really, really liked when he couldn't help himself around her.
Catria's schoolwork improved with her change in attitude, and she spent more time with her friends as well. Being able to be happy and free at home in a way she'd never been before made everything better. Granted, she still fell into naughty daydreams fairly often, but she was able to work around them.
She came home one evening to a house that at first appeared deserted. That was strange, though not totally unheard of.
Being fairly hungry by then, not having eaten since lunch, Catria went to the fridge and discovered a plate of supper thoughtfully left for her by Maggie. She heated it back up in the microwave, then wandered to the living room.
She heard sounds as she approached. Someone must have been home after all and just hadn't responded to her arrival.
Laine was slumped lazily on the couch, game controller in his hands, eyes glued to the tv. He was playing a game that Catria didn't immediately recognize, not that that meant much.
"Oh. Hey," Laine said, barely glancing at her.
"Hey yourself. Mags gone out?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
Catria sat down and balanced her plate on her lap. She ate in small, careful bites so as not to drop anything. She watched Laine's game progress as a substitute for a show or movie.
"This game involves an awful lot of watching that dude's butt," she remarked.
Laine turned his head a few degrees toward her. "Is that a hint that you want me to stop playing?"
"Not at all. I kinda like watching you play. You don't do it as much anymore."
"I guess."
"And I'm not opposed to watching cute guy butts running around and climbing and shit."
"Of course you're not."
Laine's character didn't move for a moment. He seemed to be waiting for something else, but when nothing was forthcoming, he resumed play.
Catria kept watching while slowly working on her dinner. She actually quite liked playing games vicariously through her brother. He was better at them than she was, and it was a lot less stressful than trying to tackle them herself.
"So are you playing Mr. Tomb Raider or something?"
Laine paused the game. "What?"
"Well I don't know. Like, you're climbing a lot, and then shooting some guys. Like Tomb Raider, right? Except you're a dude."
"So you think it might be called Mr. Tomb Raider?"
"I dunno. Maybe? How'm I s'posed to know what his name is."
"Hang on, do you think Tomb Raider's main character is actually just called Tomb Raider?"
"Um... is she not?"
Laine sighed. "I just don't know where I went wrong with you sometimes." He started playing again. "Lara Croft. Not Mrs. Tomb Raider."
"Oh, yeah. I think I knew that."
"And this would be a totally separate game series anyway. Uncharted. Which, come to think of it, is not dissimilar in some ways." He nodded to the screen. "And that would be Nathan Drake, not Mr. Tomb Raider."
"Well how'm I gonna know that?"
Catria finished eating and set her plate aside. She rearranged herself, tucked her feet snugly up under her butt, then leaned against Laine and rested her head on his shoulder.
"We really could watch a movie or something if you want," Laine said.
"No. I'm good."
"You sure? You're getting awfully cozy just to watch me derp around."
"I like being cozy. And I get the feeling like you could use some cuddle time."
"And why's that exactly?"
"I dunno." Catria shrugged. "I guess partly it's just 'cause you don't play games much anymore except when you had a bad day."
Laine was quiet a moment. Then, "well, it was kind of a rough day at work."
"Thought so."
"But I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me or anything."
"Who's worried? I just want to help my bro out. That's all."
"If you say so."
Catria really had only intended to snuggle, but gradually got more playful. It was kind of fun nuzzling and tickling her brother while he was trying to focus. He swatted at her occasionally and grumbled about her behaviour, but she could tell he was enjoying it too.
"You're really just not gonna let me play, are you?" Laine finally asked.
"I'm not doing anything," Catria protested while running a fingertip across the top of his ear.
Laine pushed her arm away. "Ok. Fine. You win."
"I do?"
"Yeah. Go bring me your handcuffs."
Catria perked up immediately. That hadn't been her intention, but if Laine insisted....
"Ok!"
She bounced to her feet and skipped happily off to her room. Time for some real fun.
She decided to change before returning. It probably wasn't what Laine meant, but there was no point passing up the opportunity. Besides, she'd gone shopping with a friend a couple days ago and she had some new underwear she wanted to try out.
Catria pulled one of her new pairs of panties out of its drawer. Up until now, her panties had mostly been functional rather than sexy. Some were cute, sure, but they all covered her naughty bits pretty effectively. These ones less so.
Her heart beat faster even just from staring at the panties. She hadn't quite been brave enough to just start wearing them around the house. They weren't quite a g-string, but they had very little material in the back. She'd be showing off most of her butt.
Trembling slightly with contained nerves, Catria stripped naked and slid into her tiny new panties. They fit beautifully. Her friend had assumed they were for a secret boy since they were skimpy and impractical for much of anything other than looking hot. Said friend had been basically correct, but would never have guessed who the lucky boy was.
Next she pulled out a new camisole that had also been purchase with seduction in mind. Unlike her others that were simply comfy night clothes, this one hugged her body and showed off some cleavage.
Catria couldn't be sure how Laine would react to her outfit. She hoped he'd like it. In fact, she hoped he really, really liked it. She'd just have to test it out and see what happened.
She walked slowly as she returned. She wanted to make sure Laine got a look at her as she approached. He just glanced at first. Then almost immediately took a longer second look.
"You didn't have to change for bed," Laine said.
"Well I might as well. Otherwise I'd have to get uncuffed and recuffed, and it'd be a whole thing."
"Uh... ok."
Catria finally permitted herself a broad smile when she handed over her cuffs and turned around. She was pretty sure he'd liked the view of her front side, and was even more certain about the back. Even though she kept her eyes forward, the long delay heavily suggested that he was staring at her barely covered ass.
She waited patiently, unmoving, allowing Laine to take all the time he need to stare at her butt. Eventually he jerked into motion and snugged her handcuffs into place.
"You like my new panties?" she asked as they sat back down.
Laine gave her a look. "I kinda had a feeling you wore those on purpose," he said.
"Mighta. What do you think?"
"I can't help feeling like you already know the answer."
"Maybe. I wanna hear you say it."
Laine fiddled with his game controller, and Catria thought he wasn't going to respond. She kept staring at him anyway.
"Fine," Laine said. "They look good on you."
"Really?"
"Of course really."
"Then why don't you sound happy about it?"
"You know why."
"Because I'm your sister?"
"Yeah."
"And you really like my butt, but you don't like admitting to it?"
"... yes."
Catria smiled and settled back in next to Laine. "Well I like hearing you say it anyway."
"Yeah. I got that."
Laine resumed his game. Catria behaved herself and simply cuddled and watched his on-screen character.
"It's not fair, you know," Laine said.
Catria frowned at the apparent non sequitur. "What's not?"
"You enriching your ass to weapons-grade like that. Not fair."
She giggled. "Ooh, I like that. Weapons-grade butt."
"Thought you might."
Catria boosted herself up a little awkwardly without her hand and kissed Laine's cheek. "I really appreciate it," she said softly. "I know you don't like admitting things like that."
"Seems like I might have to get used to it." He smiled crookedly. "It helps that you don't seem to mind me thinking about you that way."
She considered the point. "I guess I should, shouldn't I?" She shrugged. "That's just not how I turned out."
"No. Indeed it isn't."
Laine returned his focus to his game. He glanced sidelong at Catria from time to time, but mostly she was just a spectator.
She was content with her role this time around. Now that she had her cuffs on, clothes half off, and some nice snuggle time, she was pacified. All felt right in her world. It was probably, she suspected, similar to how dogs viewed lap time.
Actually, speaking of lap time, her legs were getting a bit tired of being scrunched under her. She repositioned to stretch out and use more of the space available to her on the couch. Her head, somewhat because of her line of thought, ended up on Laine's lap.
Laine had to hold his controller a bit differently and not rest it in his lap now that there was another occupant, but he didn't complain.
Catria was nice and comfy, and pretty well settled in. She let her eyes fall partly closed, just relaxing and keeping a lax eye on the proceedings on the tv screen. She wasn't expecting anything to happen, and that was fine with her.
However, something did happen. Her eyes flashed wide open in delighted shock as Laine's hand came to rest on her breast.
A cutscene was playing in his game and he didn't need both of his hands at the moment. That was a small thought inside Catria's head. The big thought was she was actually straight up getting fondled by her brother.
He wasn't even looking at her. Just resting his hand on her chest, idly flicking his thumb across the small bump of her nipple.
She forgot to breathe for a moment, though physiology caught up with her quickly enough. She was so stunned she didn't know what to do. Even though he snuck a feel sometimes when he thought she was sleeping, she hadn't been at all prepared for the same thing when he knew she was awake. It had a whole different set of connotations.
It was like he'd decided he had free rein of her body and he might as well make use of it. If so, he wasn't wrong.
The cutscene ended, and Catria let out a small, imperceptible sigh of disappointment as Laine's hands went back to his game controller. She hadn't dared move or say anything while he was touching her just in case she scared him off. Little leftover tingles danced through her body while her breathing and heartbeat slowed back down.
She waited impatiently for another break in the action, becoming somewhat fidgety when it didn't happen right away. She wanted more attention, but was in a tricky position of not being able to say or do anything about it.
Her restraint was eventually rewarded. The next chance he got, Laine was playing with her tits again. It was still little more than idle stroking and teasing, but he was growing perceptibly bolder.
Catria was getting thoroughly horny. Not only was she getting some open, albeit intermittent, action from her brother, but he was really just using her as a toy. Something to keep his hands busy when he wasn't playing his game.
That lack of being treated as a person, let alone his sister, was thrilling in ways she didn't fully understand. She knew it was only because she'd goaded him into it, but it also wasn't too much of a stretch to pretend he'd cuffed her and forced to lie there and be his plaything. Her pussy burned as her mind ran wild with the imagined scenario.
In some ways, her cuffs represented a surrender of control to her brother. There was more to it than that, but it was a convenient simplification. Viewing her current easy acceptance of playing a sex toy as an extension of the fetish she'd previously figured out helped her wrap her head around what she liked about it.
"Hey, Cat?" Laine said.
She startled a bit. She'd been lost in her own little world, luxuriating in alternating states of delicious teasing and aching denial.
"Yeah?" she said.
"Would you mind going to get me some water?"
"Oh. Uh... sure."
"Thanks."
Catria reluctantly left her cozy spot and padded out of them room. She'd forgotten all about the skimpiness of her panties. Only a brief image of Laine staring at her ass in her peripherals as she turned the corner reminded her what kind of show he was getting when she walked away.
Goddamn she wished she could stick a hand down her panties and relieve some tension. But she couldn't. And the fact that she couldn't made her need all the stronger.
She tried to concentrate on completing her somewhat difficult task instead of her internal smoldering desire. She had to push a chair up to the counter to be able to reach a glass from the cupboard, and then got her hands and the outside of said glass all wet while trying to fill it without being able to see very well.
But at least once that was done and she'd dried off, she was able to return victorious. She stepped close to Laine and turned around to present his water.
"Oh, thanks," he said, taking the glass from her.
"You're welcome."
Catria stood there, intending only to let her brother get another few seconds to check out her butt. She squeaked in surprise as he instead grabbed her ass without warning.
She looked over her shoulder at Laine. He was gazing appreciatively at her nearly-bare bottom while also fondling it with one hand. She bit her lip and tried not to lose her balance. She'd become a little unsteady with the sudden, unexpected attention.
"Yup," Laine said. "Weapons-grade alright."
Catria blushed. "Thanks."
Laine pulled his hand away, then patted his lap. "Here. Come lie back down."
"Ok."
She tried to retake her former position, but Laine had a bit of a different idea. He maneuvered her even further across his thighs than before. She surrendered easily to being adjusted like a pillow.
In all the excitement, such as it was, Catria hadn't realized that Laine had put his game away until he started a movie playing. She was about to protest that he really didn't need to do that, but his hand landed on the small of her back, and she thought better of arguing the point.
He wanted to play with her some more. Thrills ran up her spine at the realization. He wouldn't say so aloud, but between moving her closer and freeing his hands and attention, that had to be his intent.
Catria rolled just a little to get comfortable, subtly sticking her butt out a bit more in the process, just in case. Once settled she went still and waited.
Soon enough, Laine got busy feeling her up again. He started out pretty slow, at first just rubbing her lower back. His fingers eventually slipped under her top to rub her bare skin.
Her camisole got pushed higher and higher up her back as her brother explored the smooth flesh between her ass and shoulder blades. It was nice, in a comforting and familial kind of way. It would be the perfect way to be lulled to sleep. Catria couldn't imagine a more secure or loved sensation to drift off to.
The only problem was it wasn't nearly naughty enough. She was too damn horny to put up with mere back rubs for too long. She knew Laine was aroused too, thanks to being laid across his lap. There was no way to hide an erection when it was poking straight into her tummy.
Catria rocked her hips, but there was nothing to grind against. She was unable to help herself out and was entirely reliant on Laine, who seemed in no hurry at all.
"Stop squirming," Laine said.
"I'm not."
"You are. You're being all wiggly."
"Well you... you're...."
"I'm what?"
"You're being a tease."
"I'm the tease?" Laine plucked the back of Catria's panties and let them snap gently back against her butt. "You're gonna try and tell me you didn't wear these specifically to make me look?"
"Um...."
"Yeah, that's what I thought."
Laine gave her ass a quick, sharp smack. She yelped, but then lifted her hips in case there might be a second spank coming. There wasn't.
At least he didn't totally ignore her needs. His hand stayed on her bum, rubbing its small circles there instead of her back. That was a definite improvement.
Catria was pretty sure her panties were getting damp. She couldn't check to make sure. Eventually Laine might get there and find out for her. Maybe. Could she let him do that? Feeling her up was one thing, but her pussy....
Oh who was she kidding. She'd totally let him.
Unfortunately for her pervy fantasies, Maggie arrived home and spoiled any chance of Laine getting too carried away with fondling her.
Catria expected Laine to make her sit up and act like they were being good... ish. However, he didn't make her go anywhere, and she was perfectly fine with remaining sprawled across his lap, so she was still there when Maggie joined them.
"Hey, guys," Maggie said.
"Hey," Laine and Catria chorused back.
"Aren't you cozy," Maggie said. She lifted Catria's legs, making her little sister giggle as she was rearranged, then settled in with them.
"Yeah, we're pretty snug," Laine agreed.
Catria bit her lip and waited for some comment about her underwear, or being on Laine's lap, or... something. She knew it was coming. It couldn't be that bad if Maggie hadn't reacted right away, but it was still going to be something.
Sure enough....
"Was someone being a naughty little sister?" Maggie asked.
Catria flushed and tried to think of a good answer.
"Yeah, she kinda was," Laine answered instead. "I got her mostly under control."
"Uh huh. I notice you didn't make her go change."
"How well do you think that would have worked?"
Catria listened to the back and forth. They were acting like she wasn't even there, or indeed listening to every word they said.
Probably they were just teasing her. Maggie wasn't overtly upset, and Laine had already accepted and enjoyed her choice of underwear.
Catria stiffened as her butt was grabbed. It wasn't even Laine this time. The fingers were noticeably more feminine than his. Maggie was getting a feel? That was a bit of a curve ball. Not a bad one though.
"Isn't that right, Cat?" Maggie said.
Catria realized belatedly that she'd missed some of the back and forth between her siblings. She was lacking context for the question she'd been asked.
"Uh... what?" she said.
"I said you're not going to be this bad all the time, right?"
"Oh. Uh... no?"
"Good answer. I hate to think what you'd do to your poor brother showing off your butt like that every day."
A final pinch, then Maggie left Catria's bottom alone again.
'Poor brother' indeed. His cock was still jabbing Catria's tummy. She smiled to herself. That could just be between her and Laine. Maggie didn't need to know just how bad they were being.
****
Later on that night, Maggie was getting ready for bed. Her mind had been occupied with Laine and Cat ever since she got home. Finding her siblings in such a compromising position right in the middle of the living room was gnawing at her.
She couldn't help wondering if there was more going on than she thought there was. There was obviously some sexual tension happening. The whole house had been filled with it ever since Cat had discovered her predilection for handcuffs. It had only been increasing as her sister had become more confident and experimental.
The problem was that Cat seemed to have figured out how much control she could exert over her brother. Laine was practically helpless when she wanted his attention, which was interesting given that he wasn't the one in handcuffs.
Maggie was worried about one of them going too far or getting hurt, though she wasn't sure which of her siblings she should be more concerned for. She also wasn't certain where 'too far' was. Light bondage, showing off, and even some questionable touching had become normal for them, and that wasn't supposed to be the case for siblings. There really weren't any societally approved guideline for their situation.
There was also the issue that Maggie didn't want to be 'the mom.' She accepted some maternal responsibilities, and wanted her brother and sister to stay safe and happy, but she was nowhere near ready for actual parenthood yet, let alone starting with two grown-ass, technical adults.
Maggie stopped at Laine's room on her way back from brushing her teeth. She thought maybe talking with him would help. He was the second most parental of the three of them, after all.
She knocked on his door, then opened it. Laine was just pulling off his shirt in preparation for bed.
"You know," said Laine, "you and Cat really need start waiting a second after knocking. Kinda defeats the purpose otherwise."
"You gonna act shy now all of a sudden?"
"No. But I might start barging in on you two, see how you like it." Laine paused. "Actually, maybe just you. Cat probably wouldn't even mind."
"Ha, yeah. She probably wouldn't." Maggie smiled at the mental image of their little sister hanging out naked in her room, hoping someone would 'accidentally' walk in on her. Her smile faded as she realized it wasn't that far off reality. "Actually, I kinda wanted to talk about Cat."
"Oh. Good talk or bad talk?"
"Well... not necessarily either."
"I see."
Maggie glanced back toward the hall. "Maybe I should shut the door."
"I wouldn't worry about it. I just tucked her into bed."
"Ah. Right."
Laine frowned. "Are you annoyed about that?"
"No."
"Really? 'Cause your tone kinda says you are."
Maggie scratched her ear. "Well, maybe I am. A little. I don't know exactly what I'm feeling."
"Maybe it was a good idea to talk then."
Laine gestured to his bed. He and Maggie sat down next to each other. She gave him a crooked smile.
"You tell me I'm gonna be a good mom," she said softly. "But you've kinda got the dad thing down."
"What, just because I tuck Cat in sometimes? That's only 'cause of the cuffs. Gotta get her in bed, and make sure she hits the bathroom first and... oh goddammit, I am doing dad stuff."
"Yeah. You are."
"Well shit." Laine sighed. "Well at least she can still look after herself most of the time."
"Until she can con you into doing more for her."
"You say that, but honestly I think she's perfectly happy to do stuff if she gets asked the right way."
"You mean bribing her with cuff time?"
"That's one way. Or just, like, tell her. All dominant-like. She responds to that kind of thing."
"True. Too bad we're both pretty bad at being 'all dominant-like.'"
"Ha, yeah."
Maggie contemplated for a moment. "I'm not sure if I'm worried," she said, "or, like, kinda jealous, maybe."
"Jealous?"
"Yeah. You can Cat got a thing kinda going on. And I don't really fully understand what it is. And I don't know if I should be worried what it's doing to you, or envious because I'm not part of it."
Laine scratched his knee, then fiddled with the leg of his boxers. "You're probably right to worry a little," he finally said. "I know I do. But if you want to be more included in Cat's whole subby bondage thing... I mean, that's all up to you. She's been latching on to me so much lately just 'cause she figured out what she does to me. It's an attention thing as much as anything else."
"I don't think that's true. She loves her big bro, y'know?"
"Yeah, but she loves her big sis too. If you started showing more interest...." Laine shrugged. "I mean, I'm just guessing though."
"So, what, stare at her like you do when you think neither of us is watching?"
"Hey, now."
"Feel her up more?"
"I know you think you're being funny, but yeah. Stuff like that. Or start putting her to bed sometimes. Or just put her cuffs on during the day when she's not expecting it. Or whatever."
Maggie snorted. "Bondage bonding time, huh?"
"Basically, yeah."
She stood. "Alright. I'll have to think about it. Try and figure some stuff out."
"Ok. Don't be afraid to come talk some more if you need to. We're in this together, you know."
"We really are, aren't we." Maggie turned back for a second and smiled wanly. "Thanks for... you know. Being you."
"It's what I'm best at."
"Night, Laine."
"Night, Mags."
She left the room and closed the door behind her. She had some more things to think about, but her head felt a little less chaotic, so that was something.
Maggie decided to check on Cat before bed. Maybe her sister would still be awake and they could chat a bit. It would be nice to get a sense of how she was feeling these days.
That didn't really happen, however. Maggie opened the door to Cat's room and instead of finding her curled up under her covers, Cat was wide awake and kneeling on her bed. She was, in fact, straddling a pillow. A humming pillow.
Cat's eyes were wide, her face was slowly going bright red. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. Maggie was a little slow on the uptake, but she figured out what she was seeing.
"Laine might be right about the whole knocking thing," Maggie said aloud.
Cat remained silent and furiously blushing.
"I'll, uh, see you in the morning," Maggie said. "Maybe. Uh... yeah."
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment. Her own face felt about as warm as Cat's had looked.
Riding a vibrator though, that was pretty clever. Maggie had given no thought to masturbating without one's hands free, but in retrospect it would have been naive to assume that Cat just went without every night. Horny little thing that she was, she'd never get any sleep.
Hopefully they weren't both too embarrassed to look at each other in the morning. Hopefully.
****
Catria had been caught at her nightly masturbating. She could have pretended that it was unexpected, but honestly it was bound to happen sooner or later. If anything, it was overdue.
She'd felt a sense of embarrassment not unlike when she'd pissed herself in front of Laine. This time wasn't quite as humiliating, but still did lovely, tingly things to her insides.
She'd stared at her big sister while her vibrator whirred away under her pussy. Maggie had seen exactly what was going on and, if anything, might have been the more embarrassed of the two of them.
Catria's orgasm afterward had been one of her bigger ones. Certainly the nicest she'd had in the past week or so. Lots of pent up arousal from teasing and getting teased by her brother, then some added stimulus from her sister all melded nicely to get her off explosively.
Of course she'd have to make sure Maggie was ok in the morning. It was getting to be such a lot of work keeping her siblings' emotions in check.
She woke up the next morning to Laine sitting gently next to her on her bed. She smiled sleepily at him, then rolled over to have her wrists released.
"You really should put your sex toys away when you're done with them at night," Laine said.
Catria giggled. "Toy. Singular. It's the only one. And why should I care? Everyone's seen it at this point."
"I dunno. A sense of propriety." Laine put a hand on her lower back before she could retort. "Yes, I know how silly that sounded once I said it."
"Good. 'Cause we don't have much for propriety these days."
"No. Indeed we don't."
As emphasis to his agreement, Laine grabbed her ass. She was still wearing her tiny little panties, and he mostly got a handful of pure sister-butt.
"Ooh," Catria cooed.
She could get used to waking up to this.
Laine fondled her a little more, then gave her bottom a light smack. "Hey, Cat?"
"Yeah?"
"Go ask Mags to unlock you this morning, would you?"
Catria frowned. She wasn't averse to the request, but it didn't make much sense to her. "Why?"
"'Cause I think your sister would appreciate it."
"Really? I'm not sure. Last night there was kinda--"
"Cat?"
"Yeah?"
"Trust me on this one."
Laine gave her bum another smack, then left.
Well, she couldn't argue with that. Plus she needed to talk with Maggie anyway. Two birds, one stone. All that nonsense.
After lazing around another few minutes, Catria finally rolled out of bed. She grabbed her key and padded down the hall to her sister's room.
Her ass cheek still had just the faintest tingle from where Laine's hand had landed. She wondered if there was a visible mark, even just a warm little red spot. She peeked over her shoulder, but the angle was terrible and her arm was in the way. Oh well.
Catria entered Maggie's room quietly. Her sister was still sleeping, and she didn't really want to wake her. Then again, it probably wasn't a great idea to just stand there staring until she woke up either.
"Mags? Mags. Are you awake?"
Catria crept closer and called out again in the soft voice of someone trying paradoxically to wake someone else up without disturbing them.
Maggie cracked an eye open, then groaned. "What is it?"
"Um... Laine said to come get you to unlock me this morning."
Maggie snorted. "He did, did he?"
"Yeah."
"You probably weren't supposed to tell me that part."
"Oh. Yeah. Probably not." Catria shifted her weight, bouncing from one foot to the other. "So, uh, will you though?"
"Ugh. In a minute maybe. M'not ready to get up yet."
"Ok."
Catria shifted feet again while looking around the room. There was nothing much to catch her eye other than Maggie, and she was trying really hard not to stare.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" Maggie asked.
"You said a minute. What else am I gonna do?"
"That was... forget it." Maggie pulled back the covers. "You wanna come lie down?"
Catria stepped forward eagerly, but hesitated before actually getting into bed. "Does that mean you're not upset about what happened last night?"
Maggie gave Catria a crooked, sleepy look. "Upset was never quite the right word. But no, I'm not."
"Ok. Good."
Catria dropped her key on Maggie's dresser, then rolled into bed next to her sister and let the covers be draped back over her. It was snuggly and warm underneath from Maggie's body heat.
"I didn't mean to walk in on you like that," Maggie said.
"It's ok."
"It bothered me a little at first, for a few different reasons, but honestly, it wasn't like I didn't know you... did stuff...."
"Masturbated?"
"Yeah. I just never thought much about it." Maggie shrugged. "But after thinking about it and getting some sleep... I guess I really don't have much emotional investment in when or how you play with yourself."
Catria decided not to mention that it was kind of exciting talking about her masturbation habits. She'd never really done it before.
"Where'd you get it anyway?" Maggie asked.
"My vibrator?"
"Yeah."
"There's a shop about a twenty minute walk from school. Me and a friend went one time, kinda like daring each other. She couldn't believe I actually bought something."
"Huh. Braver than me, then. My first one came from an online store."
Catria grinned at the naughty secrets being shared. She supposed it was just girl talk, in some ways, and not really something she should be enjoying so much. But it was new to her.
Her friend and her had only visited that shop together once, and they'd never really discussed anything about it except to giggle maniacally about it a couple times. That felt like so long ago, like she'd grown up since then. Which she had, technically.
"Does that mean you have a lot?" Catria asked. "Like a whole box full?"
Maggie grinned, then chuckled. "Don't get too excited. I have a couple. And I'm not ready to go into detail about my toys with you."
"Aw."
"Maybe someday."
"Promise?"
"No. Just maybe is all."
"'K."
Maggie pushed some of Catria's unruly hair back from her face. Her fingers were soft and gentle. Catria had really been appreciating the differences between her siblings' touches lately.
"Roll over," Maggie said.
"On my back?"
"No. Do a one eighty."
Catria was confused until she did what she was told and felt Maggie snuggling up behind her. It all made sense then, though she was kind of surprised her sister wanted to spoon.
Maggie pressed right up against her, encircling her waist with one arm. Catria felt her warm breath on her neck. It was nice.
"I just want to lie here a while," Maggie said.
"Ok," Catria said faintly. She hoped her heart wasn't beating too hard and giving her away. She hadn't expected anything like this, but now that it was happening she didn't want to ruin it.
Maggie's hand pressed warm and soft against Catria's tummy. It circled and flexed, and slowly crept upward.
Catria held her breath as her sister came closer and closer to her breasts. She'd been so excited when Laine had casually started playing with her tits. It seemed improbable that Maggie would do the same, but Catria was full of hopeful anticipation anyway.
"You know what I've been wondering about?" Maggie asked.
"Um... no, not really."
"Sexual attraction."
"Oh." Catria wondered if she was supposed to say something meaningful in response. She decided just to wait and see.
"The thing is," Maggie continued, "that we all basically limit ourselves in who we look at, and think about, and lust after."
Catria inhaled sharply as a finger brushed the underside of her tits, then it was gone again.
"Like, Laine never used to check either of us out. Not really. He'd look every now and then, which was only fair. We didn't try overly hard to dress properly around the house when it was just the three of us."
Maggie's thumb flicked across one of Catria's nipples, provoking a small, muffled squeak.
"But now he stares at you practically all the time," Maggie said. "And I can't help wondering whether you've changed, or he has, or most likely some combination of both."
She cupped one of Catria's boobs in her hand. She rolled the soft flesh gently in her palm.
"Is it because you've become sexier?" Maggie whispered. "Or is it just that you've become more acceptable to him? Is your sexuality winning over familial boundaries?"
Catria muffled a moan and decided not to point out that she seemed to be winning over more than just her brother.
"Perhaps more importantly," Maggie said, "is what am I supposed to feel about all of this?"
Catria couldn't help herself. "Right now... seems like my tits."
Maggie giggled softly and gave her sister a light pinch on the nipple. "Yes, that's true." She gave one last squeeze, then put her hand back on Catria's tummy where it was safer. "I wanted to see what you'd do. And, admittedly, how I'd feel about it?"
Catria swallowed. "And?"
"It was nice. You have lovely little boobies. And you didn't seem to mind me playing with them, which I wasn't totally sure about."
"How could I possibly stop you?"
"Don't play innocent. You didn't say a damn thing. And don't think I couldn't feel the way your heart's pounding."
Oh. So it was obvious after all. Live and learn.
"Is it bad that I didn't tell you to stop?" Catria asked.
"Depends. Did you want me to?"
Catria hesitated, then shook her head. "No."
"Then it's fine. But Cat? If you ever want me or Laine to stop or... or whatever... you have to tell us, ok? I don't think either of us have a good sense of your boundaries these days."
"Ok."
"Ok." Maggie patted Catria's tummy. "Alright, let's get this day started. Up ya get."
Catria reluctantly got out of bed, followed closely by her sister. She held still while she was uncuffed.
"Go on then," Maggie said. "Get ready for school."
Catria nodded and started to leave. She hesitated, then turned back and hugged Maggie. "Thanks for putting up with me."
"You silly girl," Maggie whispered back. "You're my sister. I love you."
"Yeah. Me too."
Catria disengaged and left for real.
****
Laine was welcomed home by the divine scent of baking cookies that evening. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten a cookie that didn't come out of a package. Maggie must have been in a pretty damn good mood, he thought.
Even more unusually, however, he'd assumed the wrong sister. Cat was the one busy in the kitchen. Maggie was nowhere to be found. Huh.
"Well well," Laine said.
"Oh, hey," Cat said, feigning nonchalance.
Despite her apparent lack of enthusiasm for his arrival, Laine was pretty sure it was all planned. Either that or Cat had taken her pants off just for fun. Which actually wasn't entirely out of the question.
She was wearing another pair of panties that did precious little cover her bottom. Her hips swung back and forth slightly as though swaying to inaudible music.
"Look at you being a little baker," Laine said, deliberately not mentioning anything related to how good her ass looked.
Cat shrugged. "I'm just scooping out some store-bought dough onto pans. Pretty simple stuff."
"Still, though."
Laine walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled and leaned back into him. She was so soft. The smell of baking cookies surrounded them and combined with her own subtler scent to form an intoxicating mixture.
"I just wanted to do something nice," Cat said softly. "You and Mags have been so good to me. Especially this morning. You were right about going to see her."
"Is that so? What exactly happened?"
"She didn't tell you?"
"No."
"Then I guess it's girl stuff. Secret."
"That's not fair."
"It's not, is it." Cat turned toward the over as a timer went off. "That's the first pan. I gotta get them."
She slipped out of Laine's arms and handled the changing of the cookie sheets, only burning herself a little on the hot pan from the oven. He meandered over to the fresh cookies while she ran her finger under cold water.
"You should let them cool a bit," Cat warned.
"Eating them while they're still too hot is half the fun," Laine countered.
He changed his opinion almost immediately when his tongue encountered a molten chocolate chip.
"Told ya," Cat said.
"Stupid chocolate being so hot."
"Yeah, that's definitely the problem."
"Ok, ok. So maybe I should give them a minute."
Cat nodded, then went back to examining her finger.
"Does it hurt bad?" Laine asked.
"Nah. Just a little burned spot. It'll be fine."
"Cool." Laine eyed the pan of cooling cookies. "Hey, wanna load these all up on a plate and go pick something to watch?"
"What, the whole sheet?"
"Why not?"
"I... don't know." Cat grinned. "Yeah, sure. Let's make ourselves sick on baked goods."
"That's the spirit."
For the next little while, that was exactly what they did. Laine and Cat cuddled on the couch eating cookies, taking turns picking something to watch, and getting a bit handsy from time to time.
Cat cracked first and let out a long groan. "Ugh, I don't know why I thought this was a good idea. My tummy is not happy with me."
"Hm, yeah. Mine either, actually." Laine rubbed his stomach. "Maybe should have stopped sooner."
"No kidding."
The siblings, having eaten too many delicious treats, slumped in their seats and occasionally rubbed their bellies as though it would help. Laine wasn't in quite as bad shape as Cat appeared to be, and he couldn't help noticing the way her tits moved when she moved her hand beneath them. She wasn't really paying him any attention, and his sidelong glances turned into zoned-out staring.
Laine finally grabbed Cat and pulled across his lap on her back. She giggled and happily let herself be thrown around.
"Let me do that for you," Laine said.
He spread his hand out over her tummy and rubbed in gentle circles.
"Mmm, ok," Cat said with contented, half-lidded eyes.
Laine knew he was getting dangerously obsessed with touching his sister. Not even necessarily in inappropriate ways. Just... feeling her. Cuddling with her.
Admittedly, the naughty stuff was nice too.
Cat lifted her burned finger up to her face and examined it. She didn't seem to be in any immediate distress about it, but was probably just checking.
"Your finger doing any better?" Laine asked.
"Kinda. Just stings a bit." Cat grinned mischievously and held her hand up toward him. "You could kiss it better."
Laine stared at the proffered finger for a moment, then leaned forward and brushed his lips against the reddish spot on it.
The expression on Cat's face changed. Her hand stayed in the air, then slowly pressed back to Laine's mouth.
He let her soft finger trace his bottom lip, then opened his mouth and let her fingertip inside. He sucked gently on her digit and caressed it with his tongue.
Cat stared wide-eyed up at him and thrust her finger in and out in small, rhythmic motions.
Laine wasn't quite sure what was happening, but it was turning him on. His cock was poking into Cat's back, trapped beneath her kind of painfully.
He switched from massaging her tummy to rubbing her tits. She moaned and pushed her finger even deeper into his mouth. She wiggled and squirmed in his lap, inadvertently grinding his erection.
Order devolved even further from there. All sense of decorum was abandoned between the two horny siblings.
Cat lifted Laine's shirt until he got the hint and removed it entirely. She bit her lip and rubbed his bare chest, then returned her hand to his mouth. She stuck two fingers inside this time. Once they were covered in his saliva, she stuck her hand down her panties and toyed with herself.
Laine watched his wanton little sister finger her pussy under her panties. His hand stayed busy on her chest. He eventually got bold enough to push her shirt up over her breasts and fondle them directly.
Her eyes glazed over from sheer lust. She thrust her chest up to meet her brother's inappropriate caresses, and her fingers only danced all the faster on her pussy now that she was practically topless.
Laine's gaze bounced between Cat's panties, her boobs, and the cute, overwhelmed expression on her face. She was hot and out of control, and dragging him right along with her.
He watched his sister cum right in front of him, right in his lap. Her lithe body tensed and trembled, and she made such adorable mewling noises.
"You're so beautiful," Laine said.
Cat looked up at him, her face all flushed and smiling shyly. "Thanks. I mighta got a little carried away there...."
"You did."
"Pretty bad, huh?"
"Yeah." Laine traced a line from her belly button up between her breasts. "You're kind of a bad little girl."
Cat had been starting to calm down, her breathing gradually normalizing. Her eyes lit back up. "A bad little girl?"
"That's what I said."
"So I guess I... shouldn't pull my shirt back down? Since I'm so bad?"
"You can leave it," Laine agreed. He booped one of her nipples.
"That must make you kind of a bad boy, then," Cat said.
"Because I'm not making you cover yourself?"
"That. Also you've been poking my back pretty hard."
"That's kinda just what you do to me."
"Mmhm."
Cat sat up, relieving some of the uncomfortable pressure on Laine's erection. Her perky tits were even closer to his face, though not close enough that he was tempted to do something brazen.
She settled in next to him, tits still proudly displayed, panties noticeably damp. Her hand went to his lap, at first settling tentatively over the bulge in his pants. She glanced sidelong at him, and seemed to gain confidence from his reaction.
Laine was probably letting his sister get away with more than he should. But then, that bridge had already been crossed. She'd masturbated right in his lap. It wasn't really a big stretch from there.
Cat was getting more forceful, really grinding her palm against his cock. It was nice, but it wasn't enough. If they were doing this, if it was going to happen, they needed to commit.
"I think my pants need to come off," Laine said.
Cat nodded absently. "Good idea."
She kept rubbing his cock.
"That means you need to let me stand up," Laine added.
"Oh. Right."
Cat jerked her hand away from her brother's hard cock and bounced off the couch. A bemused Laine followed a bit more slowly. He started to undo his pants, but she was faster.
Cat knelt down in front of him and tore at his jeans like it was a race. It was so much nicer once she got his pants pulled down his legs and his cock had more space to breathe. It was still contained in his boxers, but they didn't restrain it quite so tightly.
"You're awfully eager," Laine said.
That slowed Cat down a little. She had his pants off, and she was still kneeling in front of him. She was a picture of sexy innocence with her perky tits still out and a slightly hesitant look on her face.
"Is that bad?" she asked.
"No. Just... you know. Interesting."
She squirmed indecisively. "You're making it sound weird."
"Not weird. Not exactly."
Cat gazed up at her brother, a slight pout in her expression. "I wanna see it," she said. "I know you get hard around me, and I like that, but I never get to see. Or play."
"That's supposed to be how it works with siblings, you know."
"Yeah, but... it's different with us. And usually I have cuffs on when stuff happens, so I just wanna play a little." Cat made big puppy eyes. "Please?"
"Hey, don't look at me like that. I never told you to stop."
"No. I guess you didn't."
In fact, Laine had been a little worried that he was going to have to be responsible thanks to their conversation. He was just as eager as his sister, if not more so thanks to his teased and ignored erection.
He was horny, dammit. And it was all Cat's fault. Her and her soft titties and pouty eyes and wanton attitude and... everything really.
Cat's eyes were bright and excited as she pulled down Laine's boxers. Her mouth went adorably round and appreciative as his cock sprang free, nearly catching her across the nose from her proximity.
"Oh wow...."
Laine flushed. He wasn't as used to being examined as she was. It was nice, but also a little uncomfortable.
Fortunately, Cat seemed fantastically happy with the toy she'd found in his underwear. She ran her fingertips along his shaft, touching it oh-so-delicately while her warm breath caressed it from the front.
She really was fascinated. Laine's discomfort gave way to a dull pride as his little sister fondled and stroked his cock. Now that she'd started, he had an insanely strong need for her to continue. Not that she showed any sign of wanting to stop.
Cat played with his cock using both hands and a variety of grips and pressures. Her experimentation felt amazing, but was even better once she finally tried out her mouth.
Laine let out a low moan as her tongue flicked across the tip of his straining erection. She smiled at the response and licked again. She danced her nimble little tongue all around his shaft, over the head, the underside, all the way to the base. Her eyes met his frequently as she looked up for approval.
"Goddamn you're beautiful," Laine whispered. He put his hand on Cat's cheek and she leaned into it, nuzzling at his palm for a moment before returning to her exploratory licking mission. "The crazy thing is I never would have realized just how amazingly sexy you are if you hadn't become so obsessed with those handcuffs."
"No," she agreed. "And I probably wouldn't have wanted you to." She gave him a cheshire grin. "But it turns out I love you perving on me."
Still smiling wickedly, Cat clasped her hands behind her back, parted her lips, and leaned forward. She engulfed almost half her brother's cock in one go.
Laine's legs went weak at the sight of his little sister giving him a hands-free blowjob, tits still out, puppy eyes being used to full effect. She valiantly tried to get more and more of his cock in her mouth, though was limited by inexperience and her refusal to use her hands to help.
Laine was pretty sure she was simulating having her wrists cuffed, though he wasn't totally sure if that was for his benefit or hers. Probably hers. She liked those things more than he ever would. They did things to her, things he didn't fully understand.
"Good girl," he said on impulse. He stroked her hair. "Good little sister."
Cat's cheeks reddened and she bobbed her head faster.
He stepped back and sat down on the couch. His cock popped free of her mouth with a small explosion of saliva.
Cat frowned in annoyance that her penis had been taken away. She crawled forward on her knees and bent down to his lap to get back to work. She had to use a hand to steady herself, but she made a good effort of working without it as much as possible.
Laine ran his fingers through her hair, occasionally murmuring some small compliment or encouragement. She was dedicated and hardly so much as stopped for air.
Cat was so single-minded, in fact, that she seemingly forgot what she was working toward. Despite Laine's last-second warning, she still coughed in surprise and hurriedly pulled her mouth off of his cock once cum began shooting out of it.
Some semen got in her mouth, but most landed on her face, and some on his own lap. She knelt there panting for a moment.
"Oops," she said quietly.
"That was so good," Laine said, leaning back heavily.
"I kinda forgot about the end bit."
"Yeah, I figured."
"I wanted to get it in my mouth, but--"
"Cat?"
"Yeah?"
"That was amazing."
She flashed her familiar shade of red in a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Well I mean, I could do better...."
"With practice, sure." Laine pulled her up into his lap. "Don't worry about that right now."
"Ok," she said faintly.
Laine pulled her in for a soft, loving kiss. She melted against him.
"We should probably clean up," he said.
"Mmhm," came her reply, muffled against his chest.
"You kinda have cum all over your face. Or I guess a lot of it's on my shirt now."
"S'ry."
Laine waited. Cat didn't move.
"Or we could sit her a bit longer," he said.
She nodded. "'K."
"Yeah. Thought so."
Laine held his sister, cradling her lovingly in his lap. She certainly didn't seem to want to go anywhere at the moment, and the longer he held her, the more he concurred. Thoughts of cleaning up became distant secondaries to how nice it was having her all warm and snuggly pressed against him.
Her shirt was still hitched up over her breasts. One of his hands found the small of her back and he spread his fingers over her irresistibly smooth skin. He rubbed her back slowly and soothingly.
Cat's hips began to rock gently in response. The longer she was held and caressed, the more noticeable her movements became.
Laine moved his hand down a bit and patted his sister's tight, barely covered ass. Then he gave up on subtlety and grabbed her butt with both hands.
She moaned into his chest and shifted around so she could grind on his thigh instead of empty air. She lifted her head and opened her bright, lustful eyes. Streaks of drying cum still marred her face. She looked sluttier than ever before, but no less beautiful.
Laine shifted a hand to the front of his sister's panties. She happily ground against his palm instead of his leg. He pressed harder, providing a more firm contact for her.
Cat's mouth fell open in a soft pant. Her pussy was in constant motion against her brother's hand. She was a desperate, horny little thing.
Laine let her rock for a while, then eventually slipped his fingers into her panties to feel her pussy directly. She only became wilder as he touched and fingered her. Searching for her clit was tricky because he couldn't see and it was a constantly moving target, but he soon realized she'd be able to line it up better than he would.
She came on his fingers in a last, brief flurry of wiggling, moaning, and burying her face in his shoulder. Her hips gradually slowed, then stopped. It was longer still before she pulled her head back far enough to look at him.
"I mighta got a li'l carried away there," she croaked.
Laine smiled. "I loved it."
He kissed her tenderly, little more than a brush of his lips on hers, but the way she beamed afterward made it seem like much more than that.
"Seriously though," he said. "You really need to get cleaned up."
"Aww."
Laine rolled his eyes, having already suspected he'd have to bribe his reluctant sister. "And then once you've showered and changed, we can put your cuffs on."
Cat perked up. "Oh. Ok then."
And off she went, humming cheerfully to herself.
Laine watched her butt sway until she left the room. He looked down at himself and the disorder of the couch in general. He didn't feel like tidying, but he should do a little, he supposed.
Maybe later.
****
Catria couldn't believe what had just happened. She got herself off again in the shower just thinking about it.
She stood there, all warm, wet, and naked, showerhead pressed to her clit. She could still taste Laine's cock on her tongue. He'd actually let her suck him off, then exploded all over her. The memory made her shiver in naughty delight.
She desperately wanted to try it again, except with her handcuffs on. At the time, she hadn't dared break the magic to rush off and get them. There had been a chance Laine would change his mind and decide they probably shouldn't fool around quite so much. He'd been as horny as she was, so maybe the chance wasn't all that high, but he did sometimes feel the need to be 'responsible.'
After her shower masturbation and subsequent squeaky cleaning, Catria dried off and headed to her room to get dressed. She padded naked through the hall, and only after she reached her room realized what she'd done. It used to be that she would have been thrilled and scared to do something so daring. Now it almost didn't even register.
She saw no reason to dress too modestly. She was really getting to enjoy flaunting herself around Laine, and maybe around Maggie too in a slightly different kind of way.
Panties and cute little tops were all she needed around the house anyway. They covered her enough that neither of her siblings chastised her about her outfits, but also showed enough skin to be exciting. Especially when she wore her newly purchased tiny panties and low-cut camisoles.
Laine and Maggie both knew exactly what she was doing. She knew that. But they had yet to stop her, and the rate her and Laine were going, he certainly wasn't going to be a problem. Maggie still might be. Maybe.
Catria pondered about her big sister as she slipped into her top and pulled her panties tight up around her butt. Laine was pretty simple these days. They were both horny little things, and they wanted to tease and mess around, so they did. It was only going to get more interesting, she assumed.
But Maggie... well, she wasn't quite sure what she wanted from her, nor vice versa. It wasn't quite as exciting showing off for another girl, even her sister. And certainly she never caught Maggie staring the way Laine would, or trying to hide a bulge in her pants, or generally just being a boy instead of a sibling. Because she wasn't.
Although, Catria admitted, she definitely loved Maggie, and she liked when her big sister got a little naughty. And being bad around both her siblings was fun too, since then there was the whole three way dynamic going on, and so much more uncertainty.
Catria missed the uncertainty she used to feel. Those first days of figuring out what a little handcuff slut she was were treasured memories. There was plenty of fun still to be had, but nothing that made her tummy flip quite the same.
She was still musing as she scanned her room for her handcuffs. It was just a casual look around at first, but gradually escalated until she was digging through her clothes and peering under the bed. She couldn't find them anywhere.
Luckily she recalled that she'd left them in Maggie's room that morning before she got too frantic. She hurried down the hall to her sister's room and burst in, eyes already whirling as the door opened.
What Catria hadn't counted on was that Maggie was currently occupying the room and was, in fact, in the process of changing. She must have just come home.
The sisters stared at each other for a moment. Catria was torn between ducking back out, and dashing in just long enough to grab her cuffs. She settled for the classic indecisive move of standing perfectly still and waiting for a brilliant moment of clarity that would never come.
Maggie was first to move. She was completely topless, having presumably taken for granted that she'd be all alone in her room for a few minutes. She pulled on her change of shirt and covered her breasts.
"Yep," she said. "Laine's definitely onto something with the whole knocking thing."
Ice successfully broken, Catria stirred as well. "Um... I kinda just came for my cuffs."
"Did you, indeed?"
"Yeah. Laine said he'd lock me up early."
"Mmhm." Maggie gave her a piercing stare. "You two must have been having fun."
"Well, you know, kinda."
"Uh huh." Maggie sighed. "Alright, come here."
Catria obediently walked over and turned around. There was a satisfying double click, then she was all handcuffed up the way she loved.
"Thanks, Mags," she said.
"You're welcome. Knock next time, would you?"
"Sure. You have nice tits though."
"Yes, I know. That doesn't mean you get to walk in and stare at them whenever you want."
"Or maybe--"
"Cat, get the hell out of here before I throw something."
"'K."
Catria returned to her brother who was looking presentable again. She bounced down on the couch next to him and snuggled right up.
"So Maggie's back," she said.
"Yeah, I know. She cuff you?"
"Yup. I accidentally saw her tits. They were nice."
Laine gave her a funny look. "I imagine they would be. Why are you telling me?"
Catria shrugged. "I dunno. Just felt like it." She was quiet a moment, lost in thought. Then, "Do you think hers are nicer than mine?"
He sighed. "I was afraid that might be where this was going."
"You were?"
"It was a distinct possibility, yes. You just had that kind of look on your face."
"Really? Huh." Catria considered that. "Maybe I did." She looked down at her chest. "I guess it's just that now that I've seen Mags' boobies, I kinda wish mine looked like hers."
"Well maybe you should talk to her then. Get some booby growing tips."
"So you do think hers are better?"
"Cat, I swear to god. I am not doing this." Laine grabbed one of her tits and gave her nipple a sharp pinch. "I love your boobs, and just because Maggie's are a little bigger--"
"And nicer."
"Bigger," Laine insisted. "Bigger is all they are. You don't need to worry about it."
"Maybe it's just because you haven't seen her topless," Catria mused. "Maybe we should--"
"Please don't finish that sentence."
"No, please," said a voice from across the room. "What should we do about my boobies?"
Catria and Laine both looked over at Maggie who was leaning casually against the doorway. The looks on their faces were almost identically guilty.
Catria, however, had gained much experience with being embarrassed around her siblings. In some cases, it only made her stronger. Despite her red face and nervous tummy, she barely faltered.
"I hope mine keep growing a little," she said. "That's all."
"Just because you saw mine for, like, half a second?" Maggie asked.
"It was several seconds at least," Catria said. "I mean, we kinda just stood there for a bit. I can't quite get them out of my head now." She gave her sister a hopeful look. "Do you think I could feel them?"
Maggie walked closer, her eyebrow arched sardonically. "How exactly would you do that with your handcuffs on?"
"Oh yeah. Well maybe--"
"Guess that are some downsides, huh?" Maggie sat opposite Laine on Catria's other side. She casually reached out and fondled her little sister's breast. "Whereas I can get any kind of feel I want."
"I guess that's true," Catria said faintly. She bit her lip and tried not to look too much like she was enjoying it.
After a moment, Laine resumed groping her other breast where he'd left off. Catria had both her brother and sister feeling her up at the same time.
There were two of them against defenseless little her. She couldn't have stopped them if she wanted to. Which, of course, she didn't. But still.
They could do anything they wanted. She was helpless yet again. Doubly helpless this time. She looked back and forth between Laine and Maggie while they massaged her soft little titties.
Laine was always the easier one to read. She truly believed that he enjoyed playing with her boobies. He was a boy, after all.
With Maggie, it could have been a couple different things. It might just have been a bit of fun, or maybe she also enjoyed breasts in a naughty kind of way. It might even just have been a power thing. Some establishing of dominance over her baby sister. Catria didn't think it was necessary just because she'd burst in on Maggie changing, but one never could tell with these things.
Whatever the case actually was, Catria sat still and compliant for as long as her brother and sister wanted to play with her. Mostly they rubbed her tits with varying degrees of enthusiasm as the mood struck them, but she also happily spread her legs when Laine wanted to have a feel of her pussy.
She giggled maniacally when Laine nuzzled her neck and dropped a sporadic barrage of kisses. She was pretty sure he was getting horny again from the way he was acting. That was fine with her. She'd never stopped being horny.
Maggie was a little more teasing in her approach. Sometimes she just watched Laine play and sometimes she stroked Catria's tits, but occasionally she explored other areas. She traced fingers through her baby sister's hair, over her ears and neck, across her tummy and up her shirt.
It was all light, loving caresses until Maggie found a ticklish spot. Catria laughed and squirmed as her sensitive flank was attacked. Fighting only made Maggie tickle her all the fiercer.
The girls wrestled, with Catria at a severe disadvantage. She tried to wriggle away, but didn't have much room to maneuver. Her only weapons were her feet, so she ended up turned ninety degrees, butt toward Maggie, fending off further tickles with tactical kicking.
Maggie countered by targeting Catria's feet instead, which produced another flurry of helpless laughter. They were trickier targets though, and the girls eventually reached a stalemate of sorts and settled down again.
Catria was stuck in a more or less prone position across Laine and Maggie's laps. This turned out to be convenient for her siblings.
Laine was able to comfortably rest his hand on her breasts, and he took full advantage of the opportunity. With his other hand, he stroked her hair and occasionally traced her cheek and neck. Sometimes, when he got close enough to her mouth, she parted her lips and sucked on a fingertip for a few seconds before he withdrew again.
Maggie ran her hands over Catria's bare legs. She no longer tried to tickle her little sister, and instead explored a more sensual route up her inner thighs, and eventually to her panties.
Catria's breathing and heart rate grew fast and ragged under the combined assault of her siblings. There were so many hands and fingers running all over her at the same time. She couldn't keep up with everything, and eventually she gave up even trying.
She ended up focusing most of her attention on Maggie's fingers probing at her wet little pussy. Her big sister was being soft and exploratory, and generally just making her crave more.
Maggie took her sweet time. She rubbed up and down the front of Catria's panties until the material formed a small, damp valley along her sister's slit. She seemed curious as to what she was allowed to do, apparently not yet realized that the answer was basically anything.
It was true, Catria realized. She was ok with either of her siblings doing pretty well anything with her. Partly that was because she trusted them and knew she was always safe. Partly, too, was how much she liked being slutty around them.
She loved lying there being touched and felt by both Laine and Maggie at the same time. She loved that could both see just how wanton and compliant she was. She could be their slut. Their little sister-slut. The thought made her giddy.
The next time Laine's fingers approached her mouth, Catria caught one of them between her lips. Unlike previous occasions, she took it all the way in and sucked possessively. Laine regarded her curiously, but let her suck on his finger without trying to pull it away.
Maggie got her fingers under Catria's panties. She rubbed her sister's pussy with ever increasing confidence and boldness.
Catria rocked her hips gently, just enough to encourage Maggie's progress. She wanted more. She wanted some inappropriate sisterly attention. Some tender fingering. If it got rougher, that was ok too.
She moaned around Laine's finger as Maggie found her clit. That was the stuff. Getting her clit rubbed and tits played with, having something to suck on, being surrounded with sibling affection....
Catria's moaning turning into a muffled squeal of surprised excitement. Her panties were being tugged down her legs. She was perfectly fine with it, even if she hadn't expected it. She still squeezed her eyes shut at first, being slightly nervous to see Laine and Maggie's reactions to her revealed pussy.
"Aw, she's shy," Maggie said in a soft, teasing voice.
"Nah," Laine said. "She just acts that way." He removed his finger from Catria's mouth and wiped it on her shirt. Quite a bit of saliva had accumulated from being sucked on so long. "I'm quite sure she likes you looking."
"I have no doubt," Maggie agreed.
Catria shook her head while keeping her eyes tightly shut. Her face was delightfully warm, as was her pussy.
The brother-sister tag team was enhancing everything that would have been fun with just one of them. Teasing, embarrassment, sensuality, nervousness, and lust. They were all magnified, all made that much more potent when she was ganged up on.
Laine pulled Catria's top up past her breasts while Maggie fingered her wet little pussy. She gasped and wriggled while slender fingers penetrated her from one end, and slightly rougher fingers flicked and pinched her nipples from the other.
Catria was as exposed, helpless, and teased as she'd ever been in her life. She risked the occasional peek out between firmly shut eyelids just to make sure both her siblings' attention was on her, which it always was. She couldn't watch for long. Being essentially naked under constant scrutiny was thrilling and embarrassing enough without watching her watchers. She couldn't handle eye contact right now.
Maggie's fingers wormed about as deep as they were going to get inside Catria's tight pussy. Maggie wiggled them around experimentally, adjusting according to the way her sister moaned and writhed and clenched.
Catria couldn't believe the things Maggie was doing to her. Some of the sensations were beyond what she even knew were possible. Clearly she had some things to learn from her big sis.
It was really only a matter of time before Catria came. It was amazing she'd lasted as long as she had, really. She wanted to last longer, to feel more of what Maggie could do with her pussy, and generally just to soak in the heady mixture of intense feelings that surrounded and consumed her.
But her body needed release, and her pussy clenched and released repeatedly on Maggie's fingers as she came uncontrollably. She moaned incoherently and nearly rolled onto the floor by accident. Luckily Laine caught her before she fell.
She wanted to curl right up into a ball afterward. She felt so tired and spent, and more than a little vulnerable. It was one of the few times she regretted being handcuffed.
Her vulnerability and need to hide herself didn't last long. Her brother and sister changed back from sexual tormentors to their usual loving selves. Laine pulled her camisole back down and stroked her hair. Maggie left her panties wherever they'd ended up, but at least pulled a blanket over her lower half, providing both warmth and modesty of a sort.
Catria needed some cool down time. She wasn't sure if they understood that, or if they were just satisfied with making her cum the one time. Either way, she snuggled as comfortably as could be with them, and let their soft, familial caresses lull her back to a sense of security and love.
****
Laine uncuffed Cat that night so she could get ready for bed. He waited for her in her room while she finished up in the bathroom.
Cat was moving slowly and yawning pretty hard when she returned. Maggie hadn't given back her panties, and she hadn't grabbed a new pair, so she was still wandering around bottomless.
Laine tried not to stare at his sister's pretty little pussy despite how tantalizingly it peeked out at him. She'd had a busy evening and was clearly exhausted.
Cat walked up to him and turned around, assuming a familiar pose that had become second nature to both of them. She presented her wrists, he locked them together. She was all set.
He stayed and helped her get all tucked into bed, then gave her forehead a soft kiss.
"Good night, Cat."
"Mmm. Night."
Laine turned to leave and was just reaching to shut off the lights when he was called back.
"Laine?" Cat whispered.
"Yes?"
"Would you stay with me? Just for a bit?"
Laine hesitated. He was pretty much ready for bed himself. He was still in t-shirt and boxers, not totally stripped down but ready to fling off his remaining clothing a fall into bed.
But Cat was looking at him with big, needy eyes. They were practically shining up at him. She looked so adorable and lost. His brotherly instincts flared up.
"Alright," he said. "Just for a bit."
Cat smiled broadly, though with a sleepy crookedness. Laine flicked off the lights, then padded back and slipped in next to her. He had to scooch her over a bit to make room. She really didn't want to get any farther from him than she had to.
"Thanks," she whispered as she nestled against him. "I just don't really feel like being alone."
"No?" Laine patiently gathered loose strands of her hair and brushed them back from her face. "Something wrong?"
"No. M'jus a li'l tired is all. Today was crazy."
Laine chewed on his lip for a second. "Was it... too crazy? I mean, you know you can tell me to stop anytime you want. Me or Maggie. We don't have to--"
"No!" Cat burst out with sudden fervor. She buried her face in his chest for a moment, then continued in a calmed tone. "No, it's nothing like that. I loved it. All of it. Anything you do. I love all of it."
"But you'd say if there was something you didn't like, right?"
Cat didn't answer.
"Right?" Laine prompted again.
"I dunno. Maybe."
"Cat, you have to tell me you would. Otherwise we'll have to stop. I don't want to do anything you hate, or that's gonna do some kind of damage to you. I just couldn't risk it."
Cat nodded. "Ok. I'll say if something bothers me."
Laine was pretty sure she was just saying exactly what he'd told her to say. But then, that was about all he'd expected.
"Are you sure you're ok?" he asked again, just to be sure.
"I am now."
Laine repressed a sigh. The way Cat was cuddling, he'd never be able to slip away. And he was still a little worried about her. Possibly, though, she really was simply worn out. He was so used to her being a tirelessly horny imp that he wasn't used to seeing her crash.
"Do you want your cuffs off?" he asked. "Just for tonight?"
"No. I don't think I could sleep without them. I'm so used to them now. And they make me feel safe." Cat shifted a bit and her head came to rest on his chest. "But you make me feel safer," she whispered. "Safe and snug."
Laine melted. Any trace of annoyance vanished like magic. Goddamn she had him in her pocket. For a girl who spent so much free time without the use of her arms, she'd learned to exert an awful lot of control when she wanted.
"Is that why you always used to sneak into bed with me?" he asked.
"No. That was sleepwalking. You know that."
"Yeah, no, I know that. I just mean, like, maybe unconsciously. Or whatever."
"If it's unconscious, how would I know?"
"Nevermind." Laine patted her head. "Go to sleep, little one."
Cat giggled softly. "Ok. Love you."
"Yeah. Love you too."
Laine held her for a while longer until she was breathing steadily, rumbling gently against his ribs. Even then he didn't move, just kept holding her, feeling her warmth.
He must have dozed off. The next thing he knew, he was still in bed with his sister, but his chest had a damp patch from where she'd drooled on him. That and his neck was complaining from holding an awkward position too long.
Laine considered going to his own bed, but it seemed like too much trouble. And, if he was being honest, he didn't want to leave Cat. In the dark, small hours of the night, he thought he understood what she meant about feeling snug and safe. Probably not quite the same as she felt, but enough so that he didn't want to move.
He loved her. He'd always loved her, of course. She was his sister after all. But never like this. Never with quite the same intensity and need.
Well, that's what sex did to a relationship, right? He'd mixed it with family, and now he felt entirely the wrong things about his baby sister. He spent a moment wondering if that bothered him, then decided it didn't. Partly because he was sleepy and foggy, and not really up to tackling moral quandaries.
He carefully rearranged himself to a more standard sleeping position without disturbing Cat, then threw his arm around her and went back to sleep.
****
After suckering Laine into sleeping with her that first time, Catria couldn't go back to sleeping alone every night. The whole point of the handcuffs had initially been precisely so she would sleep by herself, but none of the siblings had any illusions that they were about that anymore.
Catria tried not to give in to her urges. She was perfectly capable of staying in her room and leaving her brother and sister in peace for the night. Sometimes she was even successful.
But something had changed. Falling asleep in her brother's arms had been one of the most wonderfully soothing experiences of her life. He was so warm and snuggly, and it just felt right drifting off next to him.
Even waking up beside him was different now. It used to be she'd feel embarrassed, or like she was being a pain in the ass. Those feelings mitigated the warmth and comfort of sharing a morning bed. These days, she didn't feel any of the bad things, only the good.
On the nights when she couldn't help herself, Catria would sneak into Laine's room and simply crawl into bed with him. No asking, no hesitating. He never said no, not anymore. Usually he'd wrap an arm around her or even just let her roll halfway on top of him and never say a word.
The more surprising thing was the way Maggie has started acting. Unlike Laine's general passivity regarding sleep arrangements, she took a more active approach in getting some sister snuggles. As far as Catria could tell, she'd figured out much the same thing regarding sleeping alone versus with a sibling and how much better the latter was.
Even better, to Catria's mind, Maggie sometimes played with her a bit before sleeping. It hadn't progressed past some fondling and fingering, but those remained delicious treats when they happened.
****
Part Four: An Incestuous Triangle
****
Catria woke up in Maggie's bed. She stretched lazily, then looked over at her still sleeping sister.
Maggie was sprawled haphazardly next to Catria, lips slightly parted in a soft snore. Both her and Laine had a unique peaceful look when they slept, Catria had discovered, an expression they never wore at any other time.
She lay and watched Maggie for a few minutes, content to be hypnotized by the slow, gentle rhythm of her sister's breathing. After that, she kicked at the covers until they tumbled to the floor off the foot of the bed.
The sisters were mismatched in their clothing. Catria was bottomless, having a camisole but no panties. Maggie wore only panties, and her breasts were fully exposed to the soft morning light.
Catria contemplated her nearly-naked sister. She was still envious of Maggie's slightly larger tits, but that was mostly just a background desire.
The bigger issue for Catria was determining how much of a lesbian she was.
She was fully aware that that wasn't really how it worked. It wasn't a matter of being a certain percentage straight and a certain percentage gay. She just didn't really know a better way to think about it.
She didn't feel the same things when she looked at Maggie as when she looked at Laine, that much was certain. She was far more traditionally attracted to boys than girls, just generally.
But she loved it when Maggie played with her. Absolutely adored it. And Maggie knew some amazing things she could do with her fingers and Catria's pussy.
When Maggie acted a little bit more dominant that usual, she could totally make Catria soak her panties. If she was wearing any.
None of which really provided an answer to Catria's questions.
The longer Catria lay there staring and musing, the hornier she got. Thinking about how Maggie made her feel led her to thinking about what she could get away with right now.
She'd awakened Maggie by sucking on her nipples once. That had been pretty fun. Maggie had smiled and chastised her in the sort of way that was clearly only for show.
Catria's pussy tingled as she thought about doing that again. She could dive right into that lovely soft cleavage and lick and suck and wake her sister up in no time.
Or she could be naughtier.
She contemplated Maggie's sole article of clothing, those little panties, and what lay beneath. Did she dare go for it? She wasn't totally sure how she felt about it, let alone how Maggie would take it.
As so often happened with Catria, once she had something naughty in mind, she found it very difficult to shake the thought loose. Her sister's pussy was right there for the experimenting. She liked sucking Laine's dick, after all. It couldn't be that different on an emotional level.
Catria scooted down between Maggie's legs. It wasn't going to be easy taking those panties off. Maggie was on her back, which helped, but it was still a daunting task.
Catria carefully leaned in, folding her body up to help her balance. She nearly fell right on top of Maggie a few times, but she managed to snag a bit of the panties between her teeth without real incident.
The first tug made very little progress, just barely enough to keep her thinking it was doable. She tugged again, then moved to the other side to balance out her progress.
It was hard work and took quite a bit of focus. Catria didn't want to nip her sister by mistake or pull too hard and make a total fool of herself. She got so absorbed that when she next looked up, Maggie was staring back at her with a bemused expression.
Catria bit her lip and waited. Maggie said nothing, just kept watching through heavily lidded eyes.
Catria took that for permission of a sort. She resumed her work, though with more situational awareness this time. She must have looked like a newborn puppy the way she'd been wrestling with Maggie's panties before. All determination and a greater sense of fierceness than was deserved, with very little actual progress to show for it.
At last she got past the tricky parts where Maggie's weight held down her underwear. Sliding them past her knees and calves was comparatively simple, though it meant some awkward maneuvering of her body, given her head's limited ranged of movement.
Again Catria looked to Maggie for permission or denial, and again found little of either. Mostly there was just curiousity and a hint of amusement.
She lay down between Maggie's legs, getting comfortable on her tummy. She had to worm forward a bit to get her face to her sister's pussy, and given her prone position she practically went face-first into it without really meaning to.
"Feeling naughty this morning, are you?" said Maggie in a lazy, melodic sort of tone.
Catria squirmed. "Kinda. Is it ok?"
"I would have stopped you before now if it wasn't."
That was basically what Catria had assumed. She studied Maggie's pussy from an extremely close distance. She still wasn't sure. It didn't call to her the way cock did, but it was intriguing and inviting in its own way.
More importantly, she was committed now. She couldn't back down. Maggie was waiting.
Catria stuck her tongue out for a long, ungainly lick. It didn't taste bad, nor did it taste good. She tried another lick of a similar nature. Again, a more or less neutral experience.
Then Maggie moaned. It wasn't a loud moan, in fact it was barely audible, but it was an indication of pleasure. That alone increased Catria's enthusiasm by several degrees.
Her wet little tongue flicked across Maggie's pussy. She gradually probed deeper and more purposefully. She got more sensual noises as a reward, and the taste got significantly better once juices started flowing.
Catria lost herself in her cunnilinguing for a while and only realized with a shock just how long she'd been going when her neck started to ache. She let her face rest more on her sister to take some of the strain off, then focused more on deft movements of her tongue to hit the places that got the best reactions.
"That's a good girl," Maggie whispered.
Catria flushed with a mixture of emotions at the slightly patronizing compliment. Sometimes those were her favourite kind.
Maggie reached down and put her finger to her clit. She held it there until Catria slid her tongue over it. Maggie bucked her hips when her clit got a firm lick, so Catria decided to do it some more.
Toward the end Catria was licking her sister's little clitty like it was her favourite treat in the world. Her neck ached more insistently and her back muscles were complaining, but she was getting so much positive feedback that she just didn't care.
Making Maggie cum was such a rewarding feeling. Catria could feel the impact in the way her sister tensed and moaned and went a little crazy with her hips. She'd never experienced a female orgasm vicariously before, and it was both enlightening and pretty damn hot.
Catria levered herself back into a kneeling position. She sat on her heels and waited with a shy but proud grin.
Maggie sat up. She was a bit flushed from her orgasm and still deliciously naked. She extended a finger, the crooked it back in a beckoning gesture.
Catria obediently shuffled forward on her knees. Maggie gently took her cheek, then leaned in.
Maggie's tongue flicked out and traced Catria's bottom lip. She momentarily considered the taste of herself on her little sister's face, then moved in again for a soft kiss.
"Did I do ok?" Catria asked, unable to last any longer without some verbal confirmation.
Maggie smiled a mix of amusement and sexual satisfaction. "Yeah, Cat. You did good." She reached out and gently brushed her sister's nipple with the back of her finger. "That was a hell of a way to start the day."
"Do you want me to do it some more?" Catria asked, bouncing with unrestrained excitement.
"That would be tempting," Maggie said regretfully with a last caress of Catria's tits. "But we have things to do. You're going to be late for school if you don't get moving."
"Oh, right. School."
Catria deflated a little, but was still gleeful and horny as they got out of bed and she was unlocked. She stretched her arms and headed for the door.
She'd become so used to a lack of proper attire that she nearly forgot she was bottomless until she reached the doorway. She caught Maggie staring at her butt out of the corner of her eye as she swung the door open. She smiled to herself and gave her hips a bit more sway as she walked away.
The shower was already running before she got to the bathroom. She went in anyway.
"Morning, Laine," she called in a sing-songy voice while pulling off her camisole, the only clothing she'd been wearing.
"I suppose privacy for showering was too much to ask, was it?" he replied in a tone that suggested he already knew the answer.
"I'm gonna be late," Catria said as though that was really her reason for barging in. "Can I hop in with you?"
She stood there naked and horny, awaiting her brother's decision. She'd wait for him to finish if she had to, but she was really hoping for some play time. She was going to be a gooey mess all day if she had to go to school in her current state.
"Yeah, alright," Laine finally said.
Catria eagerly pulled back the shower curtain and jumped in with him. He was all wet and naked, as was she once she stood under the spray for a moment.
Laine's cock was already stiffening. Catria grinned and reached out to grab it and help it along. She slid her loose fingers along its slick, semi-firm length. Back and forth, back and forth. It pulsed and expanded in her hand, soon reaching full hardness.
It fascinated Catria the way her brother's penis went from soft to hard like that. She didn't usually get to feel the transition, and in her already horny state it was an extra little delight on top of everything else.
"I thought you were in a hurry," Laine said.
Catria looked back up at him, having halfway forgotten that he was still attached to his cock. "I guess I kinda am," she said regretfully. She turned around. "Can you wash my back for me?"
She started on her front while Laine got her shoulders and worked down from there. As she hoped, he didn't stop at her waist and simply carried on to her butt. He spent more time soaping, massaging, and rinsing her ass than necessary, and she enjoyed every second of it.
Only when he finished a very thorough cleaning of her bottom did Catria move from her statue-like stance. She took a careful step back, which pressed her butt nicely against her brother's hard cock.
"Not that much of a hurry, then," Laine murmured.
Catria smiled to herself and wiggled her ass. Laine's hardon slipped around a bit, then lodged itself in her butt crack. Her wiggling transitioned to more of a grinding motion.
She felt her pussy heating up even more the longer she toyed with her brother's penis. She was teasing herself as much as him.
Thankfully, Laine wasn't able to hold out any longer. Despite his apparent concerns for the swiftness of her shower, his hands snaked under arms and found her tits.
Catria giggled happily and gave her hips another firm thrust back against him. He was grinding as hard as she was now.
Their bodies rubbed sensuously together under the warm cascade of water. Brother and sister locked together in a wet, lustful embrace. His hands were all over her tits, while she reached behind her head to find his shoulders and neck.
Laine pulled away from Catria's butt. She tried to follow his movement, but he wasn't going far. When he pressed forward again his cock slipped beneath her ass and between her thighs, grinding on her sodden pussy instead.
That was way better. Catria cooed wantonly as her brother's dick rubbed all over her wet slit. She bounced around against it, squeezing every ounce of pleasure she could from the contact.
There were a couple moments where she was sure he was going to slide right in. They were both wiggling and grinding like crazy, and all it would take was his cock lining up just once. Laine probably wouldn't let it happen, she assumed, but if he did... well, she certainly wasn't going to stop him.
Catria eventually had to give up on her private little fantasy. It wasn't happening by accident, and she wasn't quite brave enough to try and force the issue, though it was a close thing.
She reached down and grabbed the end of Laine's cock where it poked through beneath her. She held it more firmly to her drenched cunt and slid her palm up and down, giving them both a little extra stimulation.
White gouts of cum spewed out of the tip of Laine's penis. Catria clasped her hand around it, feeling the tensing and pulsing of his orgasm. She stiffened, pressing harder, rubbing more furiously, and reached her own orgasm just as his was ending.
Laine's arms around her kept her from stumbling on the slippery floor and her own shaky legs. She leaned back against him until she could restabilize. Then, slowly, carefully, she turned around, pressed her slick breasts against his equally wet chest, and kissed him.
The kiss was longer and deeper than Catria had really intended. She just didn't want it to end once she'd started. She felt so good, so goddamn magical, and she wanted the remnants of that sensation to last forever.
The moment was broken by the sound of someone peeing in the toilet practically right next to them. Catria and Laine turned their heads as one, and after a second of hesitation she started giggling uncontrollably.
"I really can't get any privacy," Laine complained without malice.
"I might feel bad about that if you didn't sound like you were having quite so much fun," Maggie retorted from the toilet. "I couldn't wait forever for you two to finish... whatever it is you're doing."
"Just getting cleaned up," Catria said innocently.
"Yeah. I'm sure," said Maggie in the sort of tone that suggested she'd sooner believe the world was flat. "Just don't be too long."
"We won't," said Laine. "But please don't flush until we're done."
"I might have to if I want to get you out before all the hot water's gone."
"You could always join us," Catria said, still in a slightly dazed state. In her head, being sandwiched between two naked, slippery siblings was even better than just the one.
"In your dreams," Maggie said.
There was the sound of the tap in the sink running, then footsteps out of the room.
"Guess we better finish up," Laine said, giving Catria's bum a final squeeze.
"Yeah. I guess."
****
Cat was gone by the time Maggie finished her shower. Laine was still hanging out in the kitchen, half-heartedly scrubbing at some dishes in the sink.
Maggie poured herself some coffee, then perched on the edge of the counter to sip at it. Her bare legs dangled whimsically, kicking gently to an unheard rhythm. She'd only dressed in a shirt and panties after her shower since she still had time before she needed to leave for work.
"Shower sex this morning, huh?" she said aloud.
Laine faltered and carefully set the plate he'd been holding back in the water. "It wasn't sex, exactly."
"You don't need to be defensive about it. I was just asking."
"No, you weren't just asking. I don't know what you were implying, but it wasn't an innocent question."
Maggie toyed with the accusation. "You might be right." Her legs went still and she gripped her mug with both hands. "I guess I've just got Cat on my mind. She's been getting bolder. Practically every day it feels like. Wearing fewer clothes all the time."
"It doesn't even surprise me when she turns up naked for no discernible reason," Laine agreed. "Or when she decided just to hop in the shower with me."
Maggie smiled faintly. "You know she ate me out this morning?"
Laine gave her a slightly incredulous look that slowly morphed into something more thoughtful and interested. "I didn't think she swung that way."
"Neither did I. But then, it's very hard to tell. She responds better to dominance and naughtiness than gender or any particular sexual activities." Maggie shrugged. "At least from what I've seen. I've got a pretty small sample size to work from. But for what it's worth, she tried to get at my vagina while I was still sleeping this morning."
Laine nodded slowly. "Well, that is quite naughty."
"Isn't it though. She was lucky I was in the right mood for it, or I would have had to kick her out of bed. I can just imagine the sad puppy look she'd give me."
Laine gave up on his dishes and let the water out of the sink. He wiped his hands on a towel. "She's not going to grow out of this, is she?"
"Not for the foreseeable future. It's only getting worse. Or better, depending on your point of view."
"So what do we do?"
Maggie sipped her coffee. "Embrace it."
"Embrace it? Isn't that what we've been doing?"
"More or less. But I mean really accept it for the long term. Not just play along until she has a change of heart."
"Ah. I see." Laine considered. "And what does that entail, exactly?"
"Well, for starters, Cat's graduating high school soon."
"Yeah?"
"And it might be a good time to get her a present."
"Ok. But that would be true regardless. Graduation presents don't have anything to do with our situation in particular."
Maggie smiled faintly. "Just trust me on this one."
****
A couple days later, Laine was staring bemusedly at the sign of a sex toy shop. "You know, this really isn't what I thought you meant when you said you wanted to get Cat a graduation present."
Maggie took his hand and guided him to the entrance. "I know it isn't. But if you have a better idea, I'm open to it."
"I really don't. It's probably a good idea, it's just... weird."
"How so? You can't be that embarrassed about giving her a sex toy."
"I'm not. I'm embarrassed about shopping here for one sister while accompanied by another."
"Oh, yeah. I guess that is kinda weird, isn't it? I wasn't even really thinking of that angle."
There was one other customer in the store already, but they were at the register and presumably on their way out. Laine was relieved by that. He'd had a horrible image of several people milling through the shop, one of whom would recognize him and Maggie and get very curious about them being there together.
"You can let go of my hand now," Laine whispered.
"Not yet," Maggie whispered back.
"Why not?"
"Because I'd rather look like a couple than like siblings."
"I really don't think that's where most people's minds would go."
Still, Laine felt better knowing that he wasn't the only one feeling a bit strange about their visit. Shared discomfort was preferable to lonely discomfort.
He and Maggie browsed the selection of toys and miscellany. Neither of them were totally sure what they were getting. It was the right place to look, though. Laine could admit that, even if he wasn't totally happy about it.
"What about a new vibrator?" Laine asked. "Her old one's been putting in some hours."
"I dunno how much she actually uses it these days," Maggie said. "She's been sleeping with one of us more often than alone."
"Oh yeah. That's true."
Maggie released his hand and started picking up and examining toys. She was far more curious and thoughtful than he felt. He really kind of just wanted to pick something semi-normal and get out of there.
Whenever he wasn't looking toward the girl at the counter, he imagined her watching the two of them with an amused expression. That was unfair, he knew. She'd showed no sign of being anything other than professional. She'd have to be if she didn't want to scare of the more nervous of the clientele, working at a place like this.
Still, Maggie was in no hurry. Laine had time to get over his initial hesitation and begin examining the merchandise with a more critical eye. And his mind had a chance to warm up and start picturing some of the toys being used on Cat. There were some very interesting possibilities.
****
Catria was totally unaware of her siblings' shopping trip. It wasn't uncommon for either or both of them to be late getting home, though she wasn't much a fan of those occasions. She much preferred having either Maggie or Laine around to tease or play with, or even just to be a presence in the room.
The house was too lonely when she was by herself. It used to be that a little time with the run of the place was a nice treat. These days, there really wasn't anything she could be doing by herself that she wouldn't rather do with her brother or sister. Or both.
There was no thrill at all to wandering around partially or fully naked when there was no one to see her. She'd gotten into the habit of dressing in a shirt and no bottoms on a semi-regular basis, and that's exactly what she wore while waiting for someone to get home. It just wasn't exciting by itself the way it used to be.
She still enjoyed her naughty attire. It was fun when the moment finally came for her to feign boredom when Laine or Maggie walked in and realized she wasn't really dressed. She just wished it did something for her in the meantime, was all. Casual nudity had lost some of its magic.
That was ok, though. Nothing stayed quite as exciting as it started. And there were always new thrills to discover.
But for now, Catria was bored. She'd tried to take advantage of her alone time to do some school work. That had kept her busy for a little while. She'd made it more interesting by lying in the middle of the living room with her books and papers in front of her and her ass tactically pointed toward the doorway.
There'd been no payoff, though. No lustful siblings arriving to find a slutty, half-naked sister waiting for them.
Catria had proceeded to stare out the window for a bit, as though watching the driveway would make a car appear faster. It didn't.
She'd even tried one of Laine's games. She'd started it up without bothering to change the game that was already loaded. It didn't make much difference to her since she didn't really keep up on that sort of thing. It hadn't mattered anyway. It had taken forever to start a new game and get through all the introductions and cutscenes and such. By the time she was allowed to play, she'd lost interest.
It was a little depressing in some ways that this was what her life was reduced to. It used to be that she was fairly independent of her siblings and didn't need them around to entertain her.
On the other hand, when they were around she was happier than ever, and more excited about new possibilities. Catria wouldn't trade back for anything.
She ended up eating a mopey supper alone in front of the tv. Microwaved pizza pockets, with their traditional swirls of not quite warm bits right next to molten lava bits. Picking at them without burning herself kept her mind occupied, at least.
Maggie finally walked in the front door followed closely by Laine. She held the door for him since he had a bag in each hand.
"Finally!" Catria said, bouncing out to meet them. "You guys took forever."
"We had some shopping to do," Maggie said, stopping to hug her excited little sister. "Then we stopped for some food. Didn't you get our texts."
Catria drooped. "Oh, right. I might've left my phone in my room."
"If you'd wear pants now and then, you'd have pockets for carrying your phone in."
"Yeah, but I'd have to wear pants."
"So you would." Maggie swatted Catria's butt. "Give us some room, would you?"
Catria stepped back while her siblings decided whose bag was whose, then proceeded off to their respective rooms. She tailed along, slightly hurt that they weren't paying her enough attention. "So what'd ya get?"
"That, dear sister, is none of your business," Maggie said.
"It's a secret," Laine added.
"Dammit, Laine," Maggie said. "Don't tell her that."
"A secret?" Catria asked, perking up a little. "What kind of secret? Something for me?"
"See?" Maggie said. "Now she's gonna be even nosier."
Laine chuckled. "Sorry."
"Hey, don't ignore me," Catria said. "What kind of secret?"
"You must not understand how secrets work," Maggie said before tromping definitively off to her room and shutting the door.
Laine was probably the weaker link anyway, Catria decided, so she continued to shadow him instead of laying siege to her sister's room. She slipped into his room right behind him before he could even think about barricading himself inside as well.
"You should just tell me," Catria said. "I'll have to bug you otherwise."
"I can't. I answer to a higher authority."
Catria frowned. "Like... a god of some sort?"
"No. Maggie. She'd be very annoyed if I spoiled the surprise."
"How come she gets to be the higher authority?"
Laine arched an eyebrow. "Are you really asking that? You who takes every opportunity to submit to our authority whether we want you to or not?"
"That's not what I do."
"Uh huh." Laine sat on his bed, clasped his hands, and gave her a steady look. "Take off your shirt and go fetch your cuffs."
Catria automatically reached for the bottom of her shirt before realizing he was making a point. "Oh." She bit her lip. "Ok, so maybe I kinda do." She straightened up and set her jaw. "But I could be authoritative if I wanted."
"Yeah? Try it."
"Ok." Catria cleared her throat and adopted her firmest tone of voice. "Show me what you bought."
"Or what?"
She hesitated. Was there meant to be an 'or?' "Or... or... I'll spank you?"
Her tone had become rather meek and uncertain toward the end, rather ruining any effect it might have had, which probably wasn't much based on the way Laine was grinning.
"Very good effort," he said.
"No it wasn't."
"No, you're right, it wasn't."
He reached out and grabbed Catria. She squealed and fought him a little just for show, but went docile pretty quickly as he dragged her across his lap.
Laine gave her a few quick, light slaps on her bare butt. Not enough to hurt or even sting, just a playful little spanking. She giggled and kicked her feet, hoping for more.
"You're about as submissive as they come," Laine said. "And you're not shy about it, or about what you want. It's an odd combination, really."
"It is?"
"It is," he confirmed. "And I kinda love that about you."
Another couple smacks, then Laine let Catria go. She stayed right where she was. She gave her bottom a little shake just in case it would tempt him into spanking her some more.
"I'm happy," she said. "With you and Mags. With everything. And I think...." She paused to consider, then decided she meant what she'd been going to say. "I think I wouldn't be this way with anyone else. It's just 'cause it's you two, and I know I can trust you with anything."
"Of course you can," Laine whispered.
Catria smiled. "I like surrendering control and just seeing what happens. And sometimes I like making something happen myself, because let's face it, you're both gentler with me than you need to be."
"You're our sister. Of course we're gentle. I keep half expecting you to change your mind and decide you don't actually want to be messing around with either of us. And if that days comes--"
"It won't!"
"If it comes," Laine repeated, "I really hope that we haven't gone too far already." He patted her butt reassuringly. "Maggie's working on convincing me that we aren't going back."
"She always was a little quicker than you."
Catria's teasing quip earned a much sharper smack on the ass. This one stung a bit and made her yelp. Her pussy felt that much warmer all of a sudden.
"Maybe I'm just the responsible one," Laine said. "Ever think of that?"
"I dunno. I think that might be Maggie too."
"Great. So what do I get to be?"
Catria pretended to think hard. "The token boy?" she suggested.
Laine sighed. "For someone who's trying to get information out of me, you're being awfully sassy."
"Ooh, I almost forgot about that. So what did you get me?"
"I guess that's my own damn fault. Shouldn't have said anything."
Catria wiggled on Laine's lap. "Tell meee," she whined.
She smiled privately at the way her tummy was jabbed when she moved the right way. He was so hard.
"You reeeaaallly want to know?" Laine asked.
"Yes!"
"Because I definitely can't tell you the main thing without Maggie getting quite perturbed. But we did end up going a little overboard...."
"Ooh, does that mean there's more than one surprise?"
"Kinda, I s'pose." Laine's hand rubbed small circles on Catria's butt. "The problem is I'm not sure how you'll feel about what I have in mind."
"I feel really good about it."
"You don't know what it is."
"So tell me. Then I'll feel really good about it."
Laine continued to toy with Catria's bum. His fingertips danced between her cheeks and flitted across her asshole. She was kind of intrigued, but didn't think much of it beyond that.
"How do you feel about, like, butt stuff," Laine asked.
"Like what you're doing now?" Catria asked. "It's pretty nice."
"No. Like, real butt stuff."
Her eyes widened as Laine's fingers brushed her butthole again. "Like... inside butt stuff?"
"Yeah."
Catria swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. Nervous butterflies swarmed her tummy with an abrupt vengeance. She'd been caught almost entirely unprepared by the question.
Laine loved her butt. She knew that, and kind of adored it about him. She, in turn, was quite happy to show it off and let him play. But actual, for real butt stuff was something else entirely.
"Yes," she croaked before her mind had really caught up.
"Yes?"
Catria nodded. "I'm ok with it."
She wasn't yet totally convinced herself, but that didn't really matter. She felt nervous and horny and a little bit scared. A combination that did wonderful things to her insides, and which she didn't experience nearly enough lately.
"You don't sound sure," Laine said.
"I'm sure. I just haven't really done it before."
Laine's finger pressed against her tight little hole. He didn't seem to be actually trying to force entry yet, which was good because there was absolutely no lubrication to help him along yet.
"We don't have to or anything," Laine said. "It's just something I was thinking about."
"Oh my god," Catria said. "I told you I want to."
"That's not what you said."
"Well... I'm saying it now."
Laine was quiet a moment, though he kept fondling Catria's bottom. "Fine," he said. "Hand me that bag, would you?"
The bag he'd come home with lay next to his bed. Catria was just barely able to reach it without falling off his lap. It was tempting to tear it open and peek inside, but that might annoy him, so she was good and handed it over. He peered inside, then pulled out a brand new bottle of lube.
"Of course, Maggie thinks that playing with your butt is more to satisfy my own interests than to do something nice for you," Laine said.
"Well that's true, isn't it?" Catria asked.
"Yes and no. I mean, it's definitely kind of a selfish gift, I can't really argue with that. But I think it's the sort of thing you'll enjoy."
"You think I'm the sort of girl who's gonna really enjoy anal?"
"I think you're the sort of girl who really enjoys doing naughty things with her brother."
Catria had to admit that he had a point there. Whether or not she ended up enjoying the physical sensations, she was already pretty turned on by the mere act of lying across her brother's lap and waiting for him to do severely inappropriate things to her butt.
She tensed instinctively as cold lube was drizzled over her asshole and the surrounding area. The shock went away quickly. Once Laine started rubbing it in, she folded her arms under her head and settled in to enjoy the feeling.
"You really like my butt, huh?" Catria said softly.
"You know I do."
Laine's middle finger had been circling its target. Now it probed gently at her butthole, testing her defenses.
"How long have you been thinking about this?"
"I'm not sure, exactly." Laine paused to consider. "At least since you started wandering around the house naked from the waist down. That's been driving me kinda crazy."
Catria giggled softly. "That was the idea."
Her mouth formed a small circle as Laine's finger finally slid in. It was only the barest of penetrations, just past the outer ring. She waited to see if her body would tell her it hurt.
In fact, it neither hurt nor felt particularly pleasant. It was quite a neutral sensation, physically speaking. Mentally, however, it was so much more.
Catria arched her back, then calmed herself with some deep breaths. She didn't want to tense up.
Laine pulled back, picked up some more lube, then returned even deeper. His finger wiggled inside her, ever more intrusive.
She'd secretly hoped it would be more dramatic. That it would hurt terribly to be even gently fingered, or perhaps that it would make her whole body tingle and she'd cum within minutes. Or, indeed, that she'd feel horribly embarrassed and have to remain silent through an agonizing ordeal.
But such was her comfort with Laine that she didn't feel any mental anguish, to her disappointment. It was fun lying there and being a bad girl, letting her brother finger her ass, but it wasn't much more than that. She was used to him seeing her unclothed, and to his touch on her intimate parts. This was a novelty, and that was all.
"Is that ok?" Laine asked.
Nearly his whole finger was in by that point.
"Yeah, it's fine," Catria said.
"You almost sound disappointed."
She shrugged. "I dunno. I thought it'd be more intense."
"Intense, huh?"
Laine pulled his finger out, then pressed a second finger right up next to it. Together, they didn't slip right back in.
Catria stretched away from the extra intrusion. "Well that's too much."
"One's not enough, two's too many?"
"Seems that way."
Laine placed his free hand on the small of Catria's back. He let its weight sit there, solid and comforting.
"They'll fit," he said.
Catria shook her head. "They won't."
"Trust me."
She bit her lip. Her heart was speeding up and she was getting nervous tingles. That was more like it.
"Ok," she said faintly.
The delicious anxiety that turned Catria on like crazy was usually more a fear of emotional pain than physical. This, it seemed, was going to be different.
Part of it was her own fault too. She deliberately psyched herself out and anticipated something much worse than she actually believed in. It got her so damn wet.
Laine took his time. Even more so than his first, single-digit penetration he applied gentle pressure alternated with soft circling and stroking. He took long enough that some of Catria's carefully nurtured tummy butterflies went back to sleep while waiting.
Then, catching her very much off guard, Laine's pair of fingers popped in.
Catria raised her head, mouth opened in advance of a shriek. There she froze, right on the verge of making some terrible noise, before slowly subsiding again.
It hurt a little. Enough that her reaction was more than just shock, but not so much that she felt compelled to end it. She bit her lip and pulled over Laine's blanket to bury her face in.
"Oh shit, that hurt, didn't it?" Laine said, quickly withdrawing.
Catria didn't answer. Laine rubbed her butt without approaching her asshole.
"A little," she grudgingly admitted.
"Sorry."
Catria shrugged. She lifted her hips and wiggled them.
"You can't be serious," Laine said.
Still she said nothing.
He couldn't resist. She knew he couldn't. He held out a little longer, then his fingers pressed to her butthole again.
This time they went in easier, and already the pain was a dull echo of before. Catria clung to that small ache, letting it feed her masochistic little pussy.
Laine pushed deeper with the smallest, gentlest thrusts of his fingers. They didn't get sharply wider after the initial penetration, so there wasn't as great a need for going slow anymore.
This time Catria enjoyed feeling him get deeper inside her much more than before. Now it meant something. Now she could really feel it, both the pleasure and pain.
She rocked her hips in sync with Laine's thrusts. Neither of them moved particularly hard or fast, but participating in her own anal training gave her a bit of that slutty feeling that she lusted after.
Her finger-fucking got smoother and more rhythmic as her ass adjusted. Her nervous thrills gave way to a calmer but no less enjoyable sexual pleasure as her brother toyed with her bum. His fingers were just enough wider at the base that she still experienced a slight stretch at the end of every cycle, before then tightening up again when he pulled back.
Catria was really getting into it, and was therefore disappointed when Laine stopped fingering her bottom. She looked back over her shoulder with a pout all ready for him, but he forestalled her objection by pulling something interesting from his shopping bag.
"You did get me something," she said with barely contained excitement and curiousity.
"We've already established that."
"I know. I was kinda worried you were gonna call a bottle of lube my present."
Laine snorted. "That was more a present for me."
Catria stretched out, taking the break as an opportunity to rearrange herself slightly and get more comfortable. "I liked it though."
"Did you? Or are you just saying that because you know it turns me on?"
"Both."
Catria watched with curious anticipation as Laine unboxed her new toy and took it out of its plastic. After learning how well her butt could take his paired fingers, she was pretty sure she could handle this too. That didn't stop her nervous uncertainty from returning, however.
"It's a butt plug," she said.
"Sure is."
"It looks kinda big...."
"It's really not." Laine held the plug against his hand for comparison. "It's maybe a bit wider than my fingers. And that's only at the widest part."
"Yeah, but still."
Laine was already lubing up the plug. "Are you telling me you don't want to try it?"
Catria squirmed. Part of her was saying exactly that. The rest of her was all gooey at the idea of her brother somehow sticking that butt plug inside her.
"No," she whispered.
"No you're not saying that, or no don't do it?"
"The first one."
Laine patted her butt. He grabbed an ass cheek with one hand and spread her a little while he pressed the plug to her butthole.
"You want this inside you, don't you?" Laine said.
Catria nodded. Her pussy was on fire at the thought of being such a little butt slut. "Yes."
The tip of the plug popped pat the outer ring of her ass. It was more than a finger, but less than she'd already handled so far.
"All the way in," Laine whispered, his voice taking on a more excited tone.
"Yesss," she hissed.
Still more of the plug slid inside. It was getting wide now. Wide enough for it to start affecting Catria in a physical way.
"There it goes," Laine whispered with intense fascination. "Like you're already a pro."
It was a nice idea. Catria knew it wasn't nearly true, however. They met resistance at the widest part of the butt plug and had to slow down.
She wondered if that was what she was destined for. To be a 'professional' little sister butt slut. Whether Laine was going to want to do stuff like this all the time now that she'd assented once.
God she was bad. She was already imagining more, and they weren't even done.
Catria moaned and gradually transitioned to more of a whine as the widest part of the plug stretched her ass out, but didn't quite make it. She was almost there. She was determined now, and had no intention of quitting.
Laine's patience helped. He was so careful about watching and listening, going slow and gentle. He didn't rush things. The small instances of pain never passed beyond an enjoyable level.
"I can do it," Catria said.
"I know you can. You're so close."
She smirked over her shoulder at him. "You know, if you weren't so interested in my butt, you wouldn't have let this get so far. You would've been too afraid of hurting me."
"Maybe I'm starting to figure out what you can handle."
"Yeah. Or maybe you're just horny."
"Maybe I am."
Laine gave Catria's butt a sharp smack. She giggled happily. However, she also bucked her hips in what was meant to be a playful acceptance and desire for more, but ended up accidentally pushing the butt plug the rest of the way in. It popped smoothly into place once the widest part slipped past the former barrier of her anal ring.
Catria lay frozen in shock for a moment. Once again, there was a flash of pain that she couldn't quite decide how to handle; whether to scream out or grind her pussy against Laine's leg.
"Cat?" Laine asked with a note of worry.
"I'm ok," she breathed.
"You went kinda quiet there."
"I know."
Catria squeezed and relaxed her various muscles. Now that the plug was fully embedded, any little shift in the area felt really quite interesting.
Her pussy begged for attention. It had been ignored so long while her desire mounted. Her filled bum made it all the more jealous.
"It's too much," she whispered.
"You want me to pull it out?"
"No. I need to cum."
"Oh." Laine laughed. "Well I'm right there with you."
Catria had somehow restrained herself enough to not rub herself silly. She wanted Laine to play with her and get her off. The anticipatory wait was exquisitely excruciating.
She squealed her protest as she was thrown off her brother's lap. That was the opposite of what she wanted.
"Hey!" she said.
"What?"
Laine stood and began pulling off his clothes. This immediately mollified Catria who proceeded to curl up and watch the show.
She liked seeing him naked. Even better that he was getting naked specifically for her. Better still, more naughtiness was coming.
Catria kind of hoped that he'd want a blowjob. Although actually, her body was practically demanding some pussy play time by this point, so maybe he'd eat her out first. Mmm. That'd be nice.
She bit her lip, vibrating in impatient anticipation. Laine was nearly tearing his clothes off, and it still wasn't fast enough for her.
He finally pounced back onto the bed, fully naked, fully hard. He landed next to her and immediately sought a kiss. She returned it, though still squirmed for more.
"I want you so bad right now," he whispered.
"Me too." Catria ran her hands over Laine's chest. "My pussy needs you," she murmured in his ear.
His cock poked her thigh. His hips moved in small, needy motions, grinding against her.
"You're bad," he said.
"I am."
"Lucky for you, I might just be as bad as you are tonight."
Catria didn't believe that, but she wasn't about to argue. She assumed they were on the same page, and that she was going to get some desperately needed pussy licking. She was wrong, but in just about the most wonderful way possible.
She gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around Laine as his cock bumped closer to her hot little cunt. It could have been just an accident, but she knew it wasn't. He was pressing, thrusting, getting ever closer. It was actually happening.
Catria reached down and grabbed her brother's full, throbbing erection. She guided the tip to her wet, eager slit, then gasped as a small thrust of his hips parted her pussy lips.
"Yesss," she hissed.
Laine kissed her fiercely, nipping at her bottom lip as they parted. She grabbed his neck and pulled him back for more.
There was an urgency to the rolling of their hips, a lust that needed to be satisfied. Catria's pussy swallowed every little bit of Laine that he gave her. His initial small thrusts gave way to longer and deeper movements, made all the more powerful as she pulled him into her.
Catria purred her satisfaction as Laine bottomed out inside her. Her little snatch was all filled up by her big brother. His cock and her butt plug rubbed together with only a thin layer of her own body between them. It was truly naughty little sister heaven.
"You're inside me," she whispered.
"I am," Laine agreed.
Catria gazed at him adoringly. "I love you."
He smiled back, then kissed her. It was probably their longest, most lingering kiss yet. Neither wanted to break it. They took small pauses for breath, but their lips never fully parted.
Catria writhed sinuously and purposefully beneath Laine. She wanted to touch him everywhere, to feel their bodies pressed as close as possible. Her hips were in constant motion, acting in time with his.
She was totally in love with the feel of his cock thrusting in and out. The small empty feelings when he pulled back only made the moments of true fullness that much better. The instant when he'd buried himself in her and still had a little extra momentum like he could keep going if only physical constraint allowed, that was her favourite.
Every now and then she gave her hips a bit of extra kick to make their contact harder, and just a tiny bit painful. She cherished the ache and hoped she'd feel it for days to come. She wanted a reminder of fucking her brother for the first time that lasted days, if not weeks. Foolish, romantic sentiment though it may have been, it drove her crazy thinking about it.
Catria came forcefully, propelled by vaginal and anal stimulus working in harmony, as well as the omnipresent thrill of being with Laine. Waves of incestuous pleasure overcame her, ruling her body in her mind's absence.
Laine slowed his thrusts as she came back to reality. He pushed up to his knees, his cock reluctantly sliding out of her.
"You don't have to stop," Catria said in a lazy, satisfied voice.
"I know. I just wanted to look at you for a minute."
She blushed and averted her eyes, then peeked back shyly. She felt special and sexy that Laine would actually take the time in the middle of fucking her to just look. But she also wanted him to keep going.
"Take your shirt off," Laine said.
Catria smiled and sat up to pull her top free. "Sure."
Laine took her shirt and began twisting it up. "Roll over."
"What? Why?"
He didn't bother explaining. He simply took hold of Catria and bodily flipped her over.
She shrieked and giggled, then got her knees under her and lifted her butt in the air. She wiggled wantonly with her face still down on the bed. If that was all her brother wanted, a different angle of penetration and a better look at her ass, she was perfectly happy to oblige. Thrilled, even.
Laine took her wrists and placed them both behind her back. She obediently held them in place while he tied them together with her shirt. It wasn't a great rope, and she was pretty sure she could have worked free with a few seconds of hard tugging, but she let her arms rest loosely against their bonds. It wasn't too much of a stretch to pretend that she was tied up and helpless to being further ravished by her brother.
Catria moaned long and low as Laine sank back inside her. It was a subtly different experience being penetrated from behind, physically speaking. More important and exciting were the mental aspects.
It felt so much more like Laine was in control and getting what he wanted, which was at least partly true. Catria was bound and plugged, with her pussy presented submissively for her brother to use as he desired. She loved it.
Laine's fingers dug firmly into her hips and ass. He used the added purchase to thrust into her all the harder.
Catria moaned her encouragement and moved along with him, not making any attempt to wrest control back or set a different pace. She'd be a good little sister and let her brother get off any way he wanted. Though considering how much the thought turned her on, it wasn't exactly a selfless gesture.
Both siblings moaned and breathed harder as Laine pounded Catria's soaking pussy. There was no talking, no thinking, not even much for love or romance remaining as they were overruled by lust and need.
Catria gasped as her butt plug was pulled out to almost the widest part, then allowed to slide back into place. Laine did the same thing a couple more times, then pulled it back even further so that it popped past her anal ring.
She came again while getting fucked in both her ass and pussy. She mewled and alternated stiffening and relaxing as each pop of her butt plug sent a little extra jolt through her already pleasure-wracked body.
Laine's pace had become frantic, and he seemed to lose control even further as Catria's pussy spasmed around his dick. He pounded her hard and deep, then abruptly pulled out.
Hot cum splashed across Catria's ass. She bit her lip and her eyes rolled back in total sexual overload. Brother-cum on her butt on top of everything else. Delicious.
Laine crawled over to the side of the bed and slouched with his back to the wall. Catria fell on her side and curled her legs up partway to her chest. They stared at each other for a few moments.
"I'm sleeping here tonight," Catria said, just in case there was any question.
"Fair enough," Laine said. He reached out and ruffled her hair. "I didn't really expect anything else."
Catria wormed a little closer so she could get better head scratchies. "I liked my present."
Laine snorted. "What part of it?"
"All of it. Everything." She smiled with a lack of any particular focus. "It was wonderful."
Laine twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. A smile grew wide across his lips. "It was, wasn't it?"
****
The siblings didn't much move from Laine's bed that evening. Laine sent Cat to the bathroom and made sure she got cleaned up and ready for sleep, then retied her arms with her twisted up shirt. He thought she'd prefer her handcuffs, but apparently, so she claimed, it would be too much work to go find them.
That was fine. She seemed happy enough with her arms in their makeshift binding, and a total lack of clothing other than that.
Cat fell asleep long before Laine did. He stayed up, propped up on his pillow and headboard, little sister nestled against him. He watched her sleep, and occasionally toyed gently with her hair or traced her soft, delicate skin.
He didn't feel even a little bit bad about what they'd done, much to his relief. A large part of his fears had always been about how he'd feel after something happened, rather than how worried he was before or during.
It felt right. That was all he could figure. He and Cat had definitely gone a bit crazy, a bit overboard, but that didn't have to be a bad thing. She'd fallen asleep with the happiest smile he could ever remember on her, and even now her peaceful expression contained traces of her pre-sleeping joy.
He loved her so much it actually hurt.
Laine didn't stir when the door creaked open. Possibly he should have felt guilty, should have tried to hide what he'd done from Maggie, but he didn't much care to. He simply looked up at her with one curiously arched eyebrow.
"She's asleep," Laine said softly.
"Yeah. I can tell," Maggie replied in an equally quiet tone. "I noticed she didn't get her cuffs yet. Thought she might want them."
"I tied her arms. Apparently that was good enough tonight."
Maggie padded closer, a wry grin dancing on her face. "I'm surprised she could make do."
"Well, you know, she's kinda wore out."
Laine waited to see if that would provoke a reaction from Maggie. It didn't seem to have much of an obvious effect.
Maggie sat down gently on the edge of the bed. Cat lay naked and beautiful between them. She'd fallen asleep on the covers, and Laine hadn't had the heart to disturb her for the sake of arranging the blankets properly.
Maggie brushed back some of Cat's hair that Laine had been playing with. Her eyes were full of some kind of emotion, but Laine couldn't quite tell which. It was a good one, he thought. He hoped.
"You had sex, then," Maggie said. It wasn't quite a question.
"We did," Laine admitted.
"First time?"
"Us? Or her?"
"You two. Together."
"Then yes."
Maggie nodded. "I take it she's even more smitten with you now." Again, not really a question.
"You'd have to ask her," Laine said, just a little evasive in his answer.
"I just might."
Maggie sat there a little while longer, mostly just watching Cat sleep. Laine didn't mind, that was basically all he'd been doing after all. There was definitely something going on in Maggie's head though.
"Do you want to talk?" he asked. "I can maybe slip out without waking her."
Maggie abruptly shook her head and stood up. "No. No, I should probably head to bed soon too."
"Ok." Laine bit his lip a moment, toying with a bit of an odd offer. Since he had their parents' old bed, there was enough room for three, if need be. "You could sleep with us, if you wanted."
Maggie gave him a wry, somewhat disbelieving look. She also seemed amused rather than annoyed or melancholy, so Laine was fine with whatever mild scorn he took.
"Probably not a great idea," she said. "That could get... confusing."
Laine didn't fully understand what she meant by that. Ordinary life these days was pretty confusing all on its own.
"You might be right," he said, wholly unwilling to bring it to an argument. "It's a real offer though, if you change your mind."
Maggie flipped her hair and gave Laine a strange smile. "Thanks, but still no. See you in the morning."
"Yeah, ok. Night."
She left, helpfully hitting the lights and closing the door on her way out. Laine was alone with Cat once again.
He still wasn't quite ready for sleep. And now his mind was busy wondering whether Maggie was jealous. That was a strange thought all its own, though not nearly as strange as it would have been once upon a time.
Laine hoped it wasn't anything like that, but there wasn't much he could do about it either way.
****
Catria came home from school the next day to find Maggie sulking on the couch. It looked like she had Downton Abbey playing, but Catria wasn't sure she was paying much attention. It didn't look good.
"Hey," Catria said, starting out upbeat and chipper just in case she was reading her sister wrong. "What's going on?"
Maggie shrugged. "Not much, really."
"Cool, cool."
Catria pulled her socks off even as she neared the sofa. By the time she perched on the arm of the couch, she was down to shirt and panties; her casual house wear. Maggie was hogging the actual sitting space on the couch by lying across it, slightly curled in on herself.
"Get off work early?" Catria asked.
"Didn't go. Took a sick day."
"Oh." Catria didn't much care for that answer. "Well are you feeling better now?" she asked in a final, insane bid for a happy ending.
Maggie sighed and gave her a look.
"Yeah, didn't think so," Catria said.
She got down on the floor, sitting with her back to the couch. She rested the back of her head on the cushion just in front of Maggie's chest. With great patience, she waited until Maggie finally gave in and started playing with her hair.
"You're not a puppy, you know," Maggie said with a promising hint of humour.
"I know. I'm a Cat."
"Very funny. I mean you shouldn't just sit in front of me and expect to be petted."
"It's got a remarkably decent success rate."
"That's entirely not the point."
"If you say so."
Despite Maggie's apparent exasperation, she kept stroking and playing with Catria's hair. Catria sat still and pretty while being caressed.
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Catria asked.
"I really don't know," Maggie said.
"Oh. So it is about me. I thought it might be."
"There could be other reasons why I don't want to tell you."
"Yeah, but it's not that you don't want to tell me. You said you don't know if you wanted to."
Maggie was quiet a moment. Her fingers dropped lower and tickled Catria's neck. "You're remarkably perceptive sometimes."
"Thanks."
"But I genuinely don't know if I want to tell you. Or anyone. I haven't really worked out how I feel, let alone how to explain it."
Catria nodded. "Ok."
She was happy enough to sit there and get head scratchies. She was pretty sure she was helping Maggie, functioning as a therapy pet of sorts.
She didn't have much idea what was going on in the show Maggie was watching. She only half watched, and mostly just daydreamed away.
They were onto the next episode before Maggie spoke again.
"I think I got jealous," Maggie said.
"Of Laine?"
"Of you and him, yes."
Catria frowned. "But you don't need to be. We're not--"
"I'm perfectly aware I don't need to be, thanks. That's part of what bothers me, and why it's so hard to explain."
"Oh."
"I like that you're happy," Maggie said softly. "And I like that Laine makes you happy. I guess maybe it bothers me that I can't make you as happy as he can."
Catria decided she probably couldn't carry on the discussion while facing away. She got to her knees and turned around, then sat back on her heels. Maggie's expression stayed more or less neutral, but with a hint of sadness to it.
"That's not true," Catria said.
"Isn't it?"
"No!"
"So you wouldn't rather do sexy stuff with him?"
Catria frowned. "That's a whole different thing. I like boys. Laine's a boy. It's not fair turning that into him making me happier, or whatever."
Maggie sighed. "I know. I'm really not explaining myself very well."
She went quiet again. Catria really didn't want to wait for another attempted explanation. That wasn't good enough this time.
Catria lifted herself higher while remaining on her knees. She prodded her sister. "Make some room."
"What?"
"Lemme in."
"It's not that big a couch."
"Good thing I'm only little."
With some determination and a lack of fear of coziness, Catria managed to squeeze onto the couch without Maggie moving too much. She lay parallel to her sister, with her backside pressed snugly up against Maggie's front. She pulled Maggie's arm around her as per classic spooning etiquette just for good measure.
"So what's this going to accomplish?" Maggie asked.
"Nothing. We're cuddling. That's all."
"Why?"
"Same reason as any other time. 'Cause I like it."
"You think this is gonna cheer me up, don't you?"
Catria shrugged and declined to answer, though in fact that was exactly what she thought.
"You're lucky you're the baby, you know that?" Maggie said. "Your whole thing wouldn't work otherwise."
"My whole thing?"
"Yeah. Your cutesy helpless thing. Your puppy act."
Maggie's hand had been dangling over Catria's midriff. It gradually slid over until it cupped a palmful of tit instead.
Catria grinned to herself as she was gently felt up by her sister. "You think I'm cute and helpless?"
"That's not what I said. You act that way, is all. And it works because you're our little sister."
"I dunno. I think Laine might like it even if I wasn't his sister at all."
"Well of course he would. He's a boy." Maggie pinched Catria's nipple. "You being all sexy and adorable and desperately in need of his big strong manliness would win him over sooner or later regardless of who you were."
Catria giggled as Maggie found a sensitive spot under her breasts. "Now you're just being silly."
"I wish I were."
"Well, I mean, you don't even like girls anymore than I do, right? How come you're worrying about what I think about Laine or what he thinks about me?"
"Do you realize how weird that sounds? Considering that your tongue has been firmly entrenched in my vagina."
"Well yeah, but... I mean...." Catria squirmed, which mostly just made her and Maggie's bodies rub together. "I like doing stuff with you. Even if you're a girl."
"Yeah. Exactly."
Catria considered. "So are you saying that it's not that you're jealous, but more like... you're maybe just confused? Sexually speaking?"
"Maybe. Partly. Are you not?"
"Oh I totally am. But as long as I'm having fun, it's hard to worry about it too much."
"Uh huh." Maggie was now fully caressing and stroking Catria's boobs. "So is that what I should do? Just have fun and not worry about it?"
"I dunno. Maybe."
"How very helpful."
Catria didn't feel the need to argue against her sister's sarcastically made point. Given the way Maggie was feeling her up, and actually starting to grind on her a little, she knew she really was being helpful. No one could stay truly melancholy when they had a nice pair of tits to play with.
Maggie fondled Catria's boobies and occasionally rubbed her tummy. Her fingers slipped under her sister's shirt more than once, and she gradually tugged the garment higher and higher.
Eventually Catria's shirt was pulled up pretty securely over her breasts, to the point where she might as well have been topless. She hadn't given any outward indication that she even noticed, though she was perfectly thrilled to be touched and exposed, as per usual.
Another episode of Downton Abbey passed with Catria only catching bits and pieces. She lay languid and still, very nearly falling asleep, while being constantly held and stroked and fondled by her sister.
It amused her to imagine herself as a toy; a stress reliever of sorts. An inanimate object to be posed and squeezed as much as one desired.
Catria's pussy tingled as her little fantasy went further. In her head, Maggie played with her a while longer, only to eventually grow tired. Catria was left immobile, all by herself, until Laine found her, whereupon he threw her over the arm of the couch and fucked her limp body like that was all she was for.
Good lord she had issues. Sexy, hedonistic issues.
She bit her lip and rolled her eyes back in silent ecstasy when Maggie finally made it to her pussy. Her big sister's fingers slid easily into her damp panties and made delicious contact with her wet little cunt.
Maggie was still in no real hurry. Her middle finger lethargically traced Catria's slit up and down, then she toyed with the clitoral region, but she didn't really focus on actually getting her sister off, or indeed put much energy into it.
"I love this, you know," Catria said quietly.
"Love's a strong word," Maggie said. "I'm not even really doing much. Are you sure you don't just mean that you enjoy this?"
"No, I know what I mean. I think I might actually like it better when you're just toying with me."
Maggie snorted. "Is this you trying to cheer me up still?"
"Partly. But it's true. I mean, my sister, who's not even a lesbian or anything, will happily cuddle and finger me just for something to do. I genuinely love everything about it."
Maggie kissed Catria's shoulder. Two of her fingers pressed Catria's pussy, and slowly sank into her slick hole. "You're a slutty little thing, aren't you?"
Small thrills ran up Catria's spine. "Mmhm."
"You get off on goddamn everything."
"Well... not everything."
"I could probably tie you up naked in the front yard all day where everyone could see, and you'd still enjoy it."
Catria's eyes widened involuntarily. That was a far more daring image than even she tended to think about. But no less exquisite for its origin.
"Do you think about doing that?" Catria asked breathlessly.
"No, Cat. That was an example. Obviously I'm not going to do that."
"Oh." Probably for the best, but still disappointing.
"Such a slutty little sister."
Maggie thrust her fingers in deep. Catria let out a series of small, utterly contented moans as she was properly finger-fucked at last.
"Yesss," Catria hissed.
After so much teasing, she was more ready for the assault on her pussy. Maggie's fingers moved hard and fast, sending shocks of delicious pleasure through Catria's horny body.
Catria rolled her hips uncontrollably in response to her sister's stimulus. She found that if she wiggled just right, she could grind her clit on Maggie's palm. It was a moving, inconsistent target, but when everything lined up it was heavenly.
She mewled and writhed and enjoyed every second of her sisterly fingering. She was eventually brought to a lovely orgasm by Maggie's hand buried between her legs.
They cuddled a little while after. Maggie offered her pussy-soaked fingers for Catria to suck on, which she obliged without hesitation. Maggie nuzzled at her neck and planted the occasional soft kiss on her shoulder as well.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy now?" Catria asked.
Maggie chuckled softly. "You know, despite everything, it's still weird hearing you say things like that sometimes."
"Is that a yes?"
"Actually," Maggie said, interspersing her words with another kiss on Catria's shoulder, "I think I'd like you to go get your cuffs--"
"Ok!"
"I wasn't finished. There's something in my room that I want you to bring back with you too."
"Uh, ok. What is it?"
"You'll see it. I had it out on my bed earlier. Don't know why, really. I wasn't in the mood until now."
"Sure, sure. But what is it?"
"Cat, my darling, I promise you'll know as soon as you walk in. I don't want to spoil the surprise."
"Ooh. Another present for me?"
"Of a sort. Something I picked up when Laine and I went shopping."
Catria was truly excited now. Her butt plug had been quite a fun new toy, and now there was another one! And she was pretty sure neither of them was even the main surprise, assuming that was something her siblings wanted to give her together. Though that was mostly an educated guess.
She bounced to her feet and skipped off to find out what fun thing Maggie had bought.
"Oh, and you don't need to bother with clothes when you come back," Maggie called after her.
Catria was even more excited now. She kind of wished Maggie had given her a command to return naked rather than a thinly veiled suggestion, but it was still a nice thought.
She happily discarded her shirt and panties in her room, then snatched up her handcuffs. She twirled them in her hands as she padded naked over to Maggie's room, anticipation building delightfully in her chest.
Maggie had been right, of course. Catria knew exactly what she'd been sent for practically as soon as she opened the door.
There, sitting on Maggie's bed in plain sight, was a dildo. And not just any old dildo either; it was attached to a harness. Maggie had bought an honest to goodness strapon. Holy fucking shit.
Catria grinned to herself as she pranced back down the hallway, cuffs in one hand, strapon in the other. Maggie must have been feeling much better if she wanted to break in a fun new toy like that.
Little fits of jealousy and insecurity were probably to be expected, in hindsight. Hopefully Maggie wouldn't go down that road again, but Catria made a mental note to try and watch out for such things in the future. She'd much rather be spending her time trying out new sex toys than tending to hurt feelings. But then, who wouldn't?
Catria felt a sudden pang of shyness as she returned to the living room. Not enough to slow her down much, but she did flush and hesitate just a little as she walked the last few steps. She wasn't quite sure whether to hand over the handcuffs or the strapon first, nor was she certain about what was going to happen afterward.
"That was quick," Maggie said. She was down to her shirt and panties, much as Catria had been previously. She was, indeed, looking much more confident and self-assured than an hour or two ago.
"Well it wasn't that far away," Catria mumbled. She bit her lip, then got close enough to hand over the strapon.
Maggie gave an odd, crooked smile. "Thanks." She began strapping herself in. "You know, I wasn't totally sure this was going to be a good purchase when I bought it. But after last night, I guess it's probably fine, huh?"
Catria shifted her weight awkwardly. "Is that why you were upset? 'Cause I had sex with Laine?"
"That was the catalyst, yes. But I don't think I actually have a problem with the sex itself. I mean, I knew it was coming sooner or later."
"Are we gonna have sex now?"
Maggie tilted her head, her lips still quirked in an enigmatic grin. "You sound so unsure about it. We don't have to do anything at all if you don't want to."
"No, no. It's not that," Catria said quickly. "I just wasn't sure what was happening."
"Well, my dear, you're naked, and I've got a dildo jutting out from my pelvis. How many possibilities do you think there are?"
Catria flushed. "You don't need to pick on me about it."
Maggie snaked a hand around her sister's waist and pulled her in for a soft kiss. "And here I thought you liked that sort of thing," she whispered.
"Well... I mean...."
Maggie took Catria's cuffs from her unresisting hands. Catria obediently turned around and presented her wrists for binding. As soon as she was all locked in, Maggie sprawled herself along the length of the couch, dildo sticking obscenely up toward the ceiling.
"C'mere," Maggie said, patting her lap.
It took Catria a few seconds to realize she was meant to climb on top of her sister somehow. Without her hands free, it wasn't an easy maneuver. She stepped next to the couch, then hesitated, unsure of where to put her feet.
"That's it," Maggie said. "There's a good girl."
Catria's face felt so warm. Maggie was doing it on purpose, she realized. Giving her a tricky task while she was all naked and helpless.
Her embarrassment and uncertainty transitioned from merely awkward to intriguingly arousing. Maggie's eyes were fixed on her, sweeping and studying. Not the slightest bit of physical help was offered. She was being teased and toyed with, just the way she craved.
Catria managed to get one of her legs across Maggie's body, then carefully shifted across until she could bring her other leg up and straddle her sister while kneeling. Maggie traced light fingers up her thigh and even tickled her pussy, but nothing more than that.
With a bit more shifting and shuffling, Catria positioned herself directly over Maggie's protruding strapon. She was so excited now that her heart was pounding and she imagined she could feel her pussy dripping. And the way Maggie just kept staring....
It took a few tries to actually land properly on the dildo. It kept sliding off instead of going in, which only added to Catria's embarrassment, and by extension her arousal.
It felt so good once she connected and began sliding down Maggie's dildo. She sank lower and deeper, bouncing a little as necessary on the way. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure by the time she had taken the dildo all the way to the base. She was barely even cognizant of her sister at that point.
Catria rested for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being filled up. She shifted her knees to get a slightly better angle, then started grinding back and forth while also bouncing a little. She worked Maggie's fake cock with increasing confidence while her sister lay back and did basically nothing.
"You enjoying that?" Maggie asked totally unnecessarily.
Catria nodded. "Mmhm."
"Good."
Maggie very deliberately turned her head and resumed her paused show. She gave every appearance of ignoring her little sister bouncing away on her lap.
Catria felt about as slutty and ashamed and turned on as she ever had. She knew what Maggie was doing, it wasn't particularly subtle, and yet it still had the intended effect. She was made to feel as though Maggie didn't care what was happening, and that it was her own uncontrollable urges that led to her essentially masturbating atop her sister's body.
What a hopeless little slut she was.
She could have stopped at any time. She could have refused to participate on the grounds that Maggie wasn't even watching. But she had no intention of doing that.
Catria rode Maggie with fresh determination. She thought that maybe enough of an effort would get her sister's attention. She writhed and wiggled her naked little body, doing extremely pleasant things to her own pussy in the process, but Maggie was steadfast.
It was a rather pitiful and insignificant feeling to be doing her best and getting nothing back. She knew Maggie couldn't actually feel very much of it, and indeed was being deliberately obtuse, but she also fed those internal emotions. She fanned her instinctive urge to be acknowledged, getting herself all worked up over something she knew to be a purposeful ploy.
They must have made quite the sight. Catria was naked and horny and rocking like crazy, while Maggie chilled beneath her without giving away any hint that anything at all was happening.
Catria brought herself to orgasm by her own efforts and imagination. She bucked a little more wildly and mewled in uncontrolled lust.
That was the first time Maggie acknowledged her since she'd started. Catria flushed hot and red when she realized her sister was watching her cum. Maggie's faint smirk made it all the worse, and all the more deliciously sensual. She was being blatantly toyed with and manipulated, and she was playing along just as hard she could.
"Slower, little one," Maggie said with a softly condescending tone. "You don't want to wear yourself out."
"Ok," Catria said faintly.
She slowed her pace, rocking gentle and smooth. Maggie played with her tits for a bit, then turned back to the tv and ignored her once more.
That was how they spent the next little while. Maggie treating Catria with a general air of indifference that totally got her off, and Catria riding her sister while longing for some attention, despite being thoroughly turned on by the lack of it.
Even Laine's arrival didn't stop them. Catria slowed down, then stopped as her brother came in the front door. Maggie, however, gently slapped her thigh a few times.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Maggie asked.
Catria bit her lip, then shook her head.
"Then why did you?"
Catria squirmed and glanced toward the doorway, expecting Laine to turn up any moment, but then resumed rocking. Every grind of the dildo inside her was magnified all the more by the anticipation of her brother appearing in the doorway.
As expected, Laine stepped into the room moments later. He stopped short at the sight before him.
"Hey," Maggie said in totally normal voice. "How was work?"
"It was alright." Laine crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "Seems like you two have been having a good time."
Catria felt the heat in her cheeks. She didn't know where to look. She didn't want to meet either of her siblings' eyes, but she was also desperate to gauge what they were thinking.
She peeked at Laine frequently, since she already had a decent idea what was going on with Maggie. Laine was curious and at least kind of interested, but he also hadn't approached yet.
And there she was, grinding away like a horny, naked sister-slut.
She felt Laine's eyes on her even when she wasn't looking. The longer he stared, the more intense the anxious feeling in her tummy got, and the stronger the urge to pleasure herself became. It was all she could do to maintain her calm, casual rhythm and not start pounding her sister's lap.
"You can't have Cat right now," Maggie said to Laine. "We're busy."
"Yeah, don't worry. I figured that out," Laine said. "Do you have any plans for supper?"
Maggie ran a fingernail up the centre of Catria's tummy and chest, right between her breasts. "Somehow I didn't get around to it."
"What a surprise."
They were so nonchalant about the whole thing. Catria was going a bit crazy about how casually her brother and sister discussed what to eat while she was acting the slutty little nymph in their midst. She was so turned on she actually ached.
Catria came again just before Laine left. The conversation died abruptly as both Laine and Maggie watched her twitch and convulse uncontrollably.
Laine smirked and left the room without saying anything else.
"You are a shameless little exhibitionist, aren't you?" Maggie said.
Catria slowly shook her head. "No. It wouldn't be any fun without the shame."
Maggie laughed, clear and unrestrained. She pulled Catria in for a kiss, which nearly toppled her delicate balance. "God I love you."
Catria didn't know how to respond. She stayed quiet and red, and shifted her weight to get back to ideal position. She resumed rocking her hips like there'd been no interruption at all.
Supper was a welcome break. Catria was still horny and ready to go, but her legs were tired and threatening to give out on her. She was content to stop, at least for a while.
Her siblings didn't uncuff her to eat. Instead, they sat her in the middle of the couch, sandwiched between them, and took turns feeding her. It was kind of a babying experience, particularly when a bit of food missed the mark and she had to be wiped up.
Maggie kept Catria claimed the rest of the evening, and ended up taking her to bed as well. Catria was pretty worn out by bedtime, but she wasn't really made to exert herself anymore.
Somewhat surprisingly, once Catria lay down on Maggie's bed, her legs were gently pried open and Maggie settled down between them. Maggie kissed her pussy, then gave it a long lick before pausing to consider.
"You don't have to do that," Catria said softly, wanting to forestall any sense of obligation her sister might feel to do something she didn't really want to.
"I know," Maggie said. "I want to."
"Do you?"
Maggie kissed the inside of Catria's thigh. "I really do."
Catria nodded. "Ok."
Unlike before, there were no games being played, nor any real internal conflict on display. Maggie was a little hesitant and unsure at first, but she got into it. She licked Catria's pussy slowly, tenderly, and with all the sisterly love she possessed.
Catria was brought to the slowest, most luxurious orgasm of her life. It was so different from what she was used to. It was somehow unexciting in the best way possible. Nothing but constant, gentle licks over and over.
Catria was practically falling asleep once she came. She smiled wide and lazy at Maggie, and accepted a kiss tinged with her own flavour.
The sisters curled up naked together and drifted blissfully off to sleep.
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Part Five: Revenge of the Sis
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Laine was pretty used to coming home to a casually misclothed Cat. It barely even registered as odd anymore, though he still very much appreciated it when he took the time to look.
He was not, however, used to finding her sitting out on the back step with no bottoms, lazily fingering herself as though it was the most private place in the world.
"What are you, like, trying to seduce the neighbours now?" Laine asked after he'd parked and exited his car.
Cat smiled. "Nope. Don't worry, no one's watching."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"Well... I don't, I s'pose. But someone would have to be awfully nosy to get a good look at me."
"They'd really just have to peek over the fence."
Cat shrugged. "And so far, no one has."
"That's not really a good argument."
"Ok, so assuming someone sees. So what?"
"What?"
"Like, you know, what're they gonna do? Call the police because someone's masturbating on their own property?"
Laine shook his head wearily. "You know what, I can't even argue this right now."
He patted Cat's head and stepped past her to go inside. She leapt up and tagged right along after him.
"I try to be good, you know," Cat said.
"I don't know that I believe that, but sure."
"I do. I just get bored. There's nothing to do when you and Mags are both still at work."
Laine arched an eyebrow. "I think there's plenty to do if you really wanted to. Like, you know, hanging out with your friends."
"I just did that yesterday." Cat hesitated. "Or maybe the day before."
"Homework."
"Well...."
"Housework. Netflix. Reading a book. Mowing the lawn. Playing with yourself indoors like a normal person. Making supper."
"Ok, ok," Cat said, squirming under the barrage of suggestions. "So maybe I was horny and hoping someone'd be home soon."
"Ah. Yes. I thought it might be something more like that."
"And it worked! You're home now."
Laine stopped and studied his sister. She was practically bouncing with excitement.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"Hm?"
"I mean, you're always horny, but not usually like this. Not to the point of playing with yourself outside for the extra thrill."
Cat clasped her hands behind her back and wiggled a little in what might have been an innocent pose, if not for her total below-the-waist nudity. Bare pussy really limited a good-little-girl act's effectiveness.
"So..." Cat said, "I mighta, like, wore my butt plug to school today."
Laine's cock twitched. "Did you indeed?"
"Mmhm. I had to take it out at lunch. It got kinda uncomfortable after a while." Cat flushed. "And a little messy."
"That'll happen."
"But I'm all showered and clean now...."
Laine folded his arms and glared with mock severity. "So all this time you were waiting, you were just hoping your lack of pants and your story about wearing your plug to school were gonna make me want to fuck around when I got home?"
"Well... yeah. Basically." Cat beamed angelic and hopeful. "Did it work?"
"Of course it did." Laine pulled her in and kissed her. His hand snuck around to her naked bum and gave it a firm squeeze.
Cat melted into his arms. She returned his kiss passionately while sticking her butt out for more groping.
"Wearing my plug was so fun," Cat said as she nuzzled Laine's neck. "I felt it every time I sat down, and I sometimes couldn't help just, like, grinding around in my seat."
"You didn't play with yourself at school, did you?"
"I might have." She put her mouth to his ear. "My panties were so wet by the time I took my plug out," she whispered. "I took them off for the rest of the day."
Laine scooped Cat up in his arms, unable to wait any longer. She squealed and kicked in delight at being carried off to his bedroom for naughty times.
Laine tried to take his clothes off once they got to his room. Cat helped, which made the process take quite a lot longer than it should have. They eventually fell into bed together in mutual states of near-nudity. Their few remaining clothes came off as they wriggled around kissing and fondling one another.
"You really are horny today," Laine said. "Even for you."
"I warned you," Cat said.
"Yeah, you did."
Cat giggled as Laine kissed a line down her neck to her breasts. He nuzzled and sucked on her tits, then carried on downward.
Her legs spread wide for him as he made it to her pussy. He licked her wet slit, tasting her arousal. His baby sister was unquestionably in need of some play time.
Cat mewled happily and ran her fingers through Laine's hair while he gave her little pussy some loving attention. His fingers penetrated her easily, and he licked and fingered her to a nice, quick orgasm.
Laine lifted his head, chin wet from her juices. She grinned back through half-lidded eyes, still very much ready for more.
"So," he said, "you've been playing with your butt lately."
"Well you don't need to say it quite like that," Cat said.
"Why not? You have been, haven't you?" Laine kissed her inner thigh. "You've been a naughty little sister, playing with your butt so much."
He got exactly the reaction he expected. Cat flushed and bit her lip, while simultaneously spreading her legs subtly wider. He was starting to get the hang of how her deviant side operated.
"I thought you'd like it," she murmured.
"I do. But I don't believe for a second that you don't. Not after you bragged about your school adventures today."
Laine grabbed Cat's hips and rolled her onto her front. She shrieked and offered a token protest, wriggling in his grasp as he spread her ass cheeks.
A sharp smack on the butt settled her down, and a few more followed just for good measure. Her hips lifted a little more with each slap of his hand on her ass. She got her knees under her, but didn't move her top half. Laine gave her a final spank, then just sat and admired her wantonly raised bottom.
Laine had gotten better at using discarded shirts to tie Cat's arms back. Her cuffs weren't always handy, and besides the crude bondage had a certain charm all its own. It was less formal and effective as a restraint, but she loved it all the same.
Cat was getting all wiggly again by the time her arms were secured. She was stuck in her face down, ass up position, and clearly ready for some more fun.
Her butthole was right there, laid bare before Laine. He leaned down toward it and dragged his tongue along the cleft between her ass cheeks. Given her recent shower, it tasted mostly just like skin, with maybe just a hint of a fruity soap of some kind.
Cat giggled as he kept licking. "That's my ass, Laine."
"Yes, I know."
"You shouldn't lick it."
"Oh? And what should I do with it, exactly?"
That shut her up. A quick glance at her face revealed that she almost certainly had some ideas, but was reluctant to actually vocalize them.
Laine pressed a finger to Cat's tight hole. She gasped softly, but didn't protest.
"Would you rather I put a finger in?" Laine asked, gently circling her butthole.
"I don't know," she said in a soft whine. "Maybe."
"Maybe?"
Laine pressed a bit harder and felt her asshole nearly give way, but not quite. He probably could have done it with just his spit lubricating her, but that was unnecessary when he had some of the real stuff to use.
He felt Cat's eyes on him as he got out of bed long enough to grab his bottle of lube. It wasn't clear whether she was merely anticipating what was to come, or whether his naked, erect form was just that tantalizing to her.
He knew for sure that he liked seeing her all naked and tied up and patiently waiting. There was a time he wouldn't have admitted any more than that his baby sister was pretty cute. Nowadays he couldn't even pretend not to think she was adorable, the right amount of slutty, and just the sexiest little thing he could ever hope to have in his bed.
"You're staring," Cat accused.
"I am."
Her face had gone red. "Why?"
"Because you're beautiful. And in another timeline, I never would have seen it."
Cat squirmed. "All you can see is my butt."
"I can see more than that." Laine knelt being her and kissed her bottom where it was still warm from her spanking. "Though I do like your butt."
Cat squirmed some more, but she was fighting a grin.
Laine smeared some lube around her butthole, massaging the tight opening. He poked his finger in and out a few times, gradually transitioning into a slow finger-fuck. She was still pretty tight, but more accommodating that he recalled. Her self-training seemed to be paying off at least a little.
Two fingers went in almost as easy as one. Cat moaned softly at being doubly finger-fucked.
"You know what I really want to do?" Laine said.
"No," Cat said faintly.
"Yes you do. You've been expecting it. Possibly trying to tempt me into it, for all I can tell."
"Well it's been forever since you played with my butt the first time. And you still weren't, like...."
"Fucking it?"
Cat was bright crimson. She went quiet, but still held her ass up in the air.
"All you had to do was ask," Laine said.
"Why would I?" she mumbled. "You're the one who wants it."
"Don't try that game with me. I know better."
Laine thrust his fingers harder. Cat definitely seemed ready for him, and goddamn was he ready for her. He'd been wanting to try out her sweet little ass, but the time had never seemed quite right. Now that she was doing her whole 'passively begging for it but pretending she didn't care' thing, it was happening.
"So maybe I've thought about it," Cat admitted.
"You don't say."
"And maybe it'd be nice to know what it feels like."
"So what you're saying," Laine said slowly, "is you'd like your big brother to fuck you in the ass."
Cat tensed and arched her back even higher. Her eyes closed for a second, then opened all the brighter and wilder. "Please big brother. Please fuck my ass."
Laine grinned broadly. "I can't believe you just said that."
"Shut uuup," she whined. "Don't be mean."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
A few more thrusts of his fingers, then Laine pulled out. He grabbed the lube and got his hard, impatient cock all nice and slippery.
Cat watched with barely contained anticipation. Her eyes bounced from Laine's cock up to his face, then back again. Her hips were getting all wiggly by the time he was ready.
Laine grabbed Cat's ass to steady her, and she managed to restrain herself. She inhaled sharply as he pressed his cock to her butthole, then gasped aloud as he pushed it in.
He went gentle and slow, but still his cock disappeared inside Cat much faster than expected. Her ass accepted the intrusion like they'd been doing it for years.
"You really have been practicing, haven't you?" Laine said.
"Mmhm." Cat rocked back against him, eyelids fluttering in response to her anal impalement. "I told you I was."
"I guess I didn't realize how serious you were about it."
He fucked her a little harder, which in turn made her push back more firmly. If anything, Cat seemed less worried about going too fast and getting hurt than he was. But then, she knew her limits better than he did. Particularly if she'd been playing with her butt even more than he'd guessed.
Laine didn't fully let himself go. As prepared as Cat may have been, she was still new to anal. He did, however, allow his senses to be lost in the moment, and the sheer, amazing pleasure.
It was kind of insane that he was actually fucking his baby sister's ass. It was tight and warm, and so deliciously naughty. Even better, she seemed to be loving it just as much as he was.
Cat's eager writhing and rocking was one of the best parts. She was impaling her own ass almost as energetically he was, and only seemed to get more into it the longer they went.
"Does this really not hurt at all?" Laine asked.
Cat thought about it a moment. "A little, I guess," she said breathily.
"We can slow down if--"
"No," she said in a firm tone. "Keep going."
It was a bemusing request, but Laine was happy to abide by it. His sister's ass was addicting and compelling, and he really didn't want to stop. Besides, everything about her demeanor and expression screamed that, pain or no, she was fully enjoying herself.
Time slipped away. Laine gradually lost track of anything except for how amazing Cat made him feel, and how much he liked the little mewling noises she made when he fucked her just right.
Eventually, inevitably, Laine came hard in Cat's butt. His cock pulsed and spewed hot cum deep inside her. She let out an animalistic whine and kept rocking well after he'd finished and gone still.
He had to pull out, much to his sister's disappointment. He lay down next to her and reached a hand out to stroke her hair.
Cat, full of hope, stayed put for a moment after, then gave in and rolled to her side, then scooted right up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her as she nestled into his embrace.
"You came in my butt," she said.
Laine couldn't help smiling. "Yeah. I did."
"It was weird."
"Good weird?"
"Mmhm. Very nice. Weird, but in a sexy way."
"I'll have to do it again then."
"Yes," said Cat seriously. "You will."
Laine idly rubbed her arm up and down from elbow to shoulder. He was pretty happy that she wanted to do more butt stuff, and despite his post-orgasmic state, was kind of turned on by the idea. Naked cuddles probably contributed.
"Your graduation's coming up," he said.
"That's true."
"Excited?"
Cat thought about it. "Yes and no. I'm kind of excited, but kind of nervous too. And I'm not sure I'm really happy about not going to school anymore."
"Really? I didn't think you liked it that much."
"I didn't. But, like, all the pressure's off now. I made it through grade twelve." Cat shrugged. "So I kinda wouldn't mind still going."
"That would be what post-secondary education is for."
"Yeah, but then there's pressure again. Plus my friends are all going to different schools, and I've partly just been enjoying school more lately because I haven't been seeing them as much."
Laine kissed her shoulder. "You've been spending too much time with me and Mags. You're allowed to hang out with your friends as much as you want. In fact, you should."
"Yeah, I guess."
Laine didn't know exactly what his sister was thinking. Her face was less readable than usual. He was quite certain, however, that she would never entertain the idea of going away to college, even if it wasn't too late for that this year.
"We could see about signing you up for the local college," Laine said. "You must know some people going there."
"Maybe."
"Or not. Just a thought."
Cat giggled softly. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. I'll have more free time to do friend-type stuff. I'd be so bored waiting around for you and Mags to get home every day."
"You really would."
They both went quiet. Laine could feel his sister's soft heartbeat. He felt so close to her, and not just physically. He could have lain there in silence for hours, just being with her.
"You're coming to my graduation, right?" Cat said.
"Of course I am," Laine said. "You didn't really think I'd miss it, did you?"
"I wasn't sure. That's all. I know they're kind of boring."
"They are," Laine confirmed. "I know mine was. But Mags had some good ideas to make it more interesting."
Cat lifted her head and gave him a funny look. "What kind of ideas?"
"Oh, you know. Stuff like making you go naked under that robe thing you'll be wearing."
"What?"
"And then she was gonna recruit some of your friends, so that just before you go on stage they can pull your robe off and you'll have to go up totally naked."
Cat squeaked and shook her head. "You're making that up!"
"Of course I'm making that up. Can you even imagine? You'd get in such trouble."
"Yeah. Trouble."
Cat relaxed back against Laine. Her heart was sped up from before, and it only slowly returned to a becalmed state. Even for a while afterward, Laine could see the wheels turning.
"You're thinking about actually doing it, aren't you?" he said.
"No."
"Ok, let me rephrase. You're imagining me and Mags making you do it."
She buried her head against him. "Maybe," she said in a muffled voice.
"My god, Cat. I don't know what to do with you sometimes."
Cat rolled away and struggled up to her knees. She shook her head tactically to get her hair back in some kind of order. "You're the one who started it. I never had any plans for being naughty at graduation."
"That's a fair point, actually." Laine patted her thigh. "But I promise, we're not gonna make you go up on stage naked. No matter how much you beg."
"I wouldn't even," Cat mumbled. "That'd be too many people. And none of 'em would mean anything like what you and Maggie do."
Laine smiled and sat up. He kissed his adorable, slightly flushed little sister. His hand stayed on her cheek a moment, then trailed gently away. "Guess it's settled then."
Cat nodded. She looked at him and bit her lip. "Could you, maybe, lie back down?"
"Sure I could. Why, though?"
Laine lay back without waiting for an answer. He should have been able to guess anyway.
Cat carefully shifted her weight and swung a leg across him without falling over. It was pretty obvious what she was after once she was straddling his waist, aroused little pussy closing in on his cock.
He'd been half hard again anyway after that stupid fantasy he'd thrown out on the spur of the moment. It actually wasn't so far from reality to imagine Cat up on stage, totally nude and insanely horny.
Other than the stage part, he had the rest of that descriptor directly before him. Cat lowered herself to grind awkwardly on his cock, coaxing it back to full stiffness with her warm, wet slit.
"Do you want your hands untied?" Laine asked.
"Why would I?"
"You know, to balance easier."
Cat gave a small, lopsided grin. "You still don't quite get it, do you?"
Laine snorted. "I will freely admit that I may never totally get it."
Cat scooted forward a tiny bit more, then lowered her butt. She had to adjust her position a few times, and even once she had her asshole lined up, she couldn't quite get Laine's erection to actually penetrate her. It kept sliding away and up her butt crack.
"Want some help?" Laine asked just a tad smugly.
Cat had gone her typical shade of light red, and wouldn't quite meet his eyes. "Yes please."
With Laine's cock held steady, Cat was able to sink down onto it for more successfully. Her eyes rolled back as her butthole stretched and gradually swallowed his length.
She took a short break once she'd taken his whole length. She sat astride him, ass all filled up with brother-cock.
Her hips rocked back and forth in small, slow motions. Her breathing was already coming ragged.
"If you actually were going to make me graduate naked," Cat said, "how would you do it?"
Ah. So that was what she was thinking about. "Well, as I say, you'd already be naked under your robes."
Cat nodded like that part was a given. "Sure."
"And hell, probably we'd have your butt plug in underneath too."
Another nod.
"And we'd have to talk to a couple of your friends, get them to stand near you and wait until it's almost your turn to go up."
Cat's eyes went half closed, and she bit her lip. Her movements were getting bigger, more up and down than back and forth.
"They'd have to strip you quick, not give anyone a chance to react," Laine continued, kind of getting into the scenario as he described it. It was pretty hot, if totally unfeasible. "Get you all sexy and naked, and probably throw your cuffs on too."
Cat whimpered softly and closed her eyes all the way.
"You'd be up on stage in front of everyone," Laine said, his voice dropping slightly. "Naked, alone, handcuffed. Everyone from school, all your classes, all watching. And their parents, and your teachers."
She let out a full moan while practically bouncing on him.
"And you'd have to take the diploma with your mouth, like a dog, 'cause your hands are stuck behind your back." Laine smiled at the totally wanton way Cat was impaling herself. "I can only imagine the pictures people would be taking."
Cat whined and fucked ever harder, then her movements went kind of jerky and her ass tightened around his cock.
"Did you just cum?" Laine asked.
She nodded shyly.
"Huh. And I didn't even get to the part where Mags and I take turns fucking you on stage."
Cat actually cracked up at that point. She giggled uncontrollably for a bit, still bouncing on her brother's cock all the while.
It was a calmer, gentler fuck now that Cat had got some of the energy out of her system. Laine played with her tits or fingered her pussy, or sometimes just ran his hands over her lithe, naked body. He only occasionally added another little snippet of their school scenario, but he got a fun reaction every time.
Cat's next orgasm took a lot longer. Neither of them were in a hurry for it, and it only came after a slow, luxurious anal fuck session, interspersed with some more frantic moments when she got a little too horny.
Laine came shortly after, dumping a second load of cum in his sister's tight little ass. She seemed quite happy with it, and snuggled up with him again until hunger finally drove them out to seek supper.
****
Graduation day rolled around. Catria's nervousness and anticipation of the event had shifted from perfectly normal considerations to mostly sexual ones.
That story Laine had made up really stuck with her in the lead up to crossing the stage. While waiting for her turn, she couldn't help wondering if something naughty was planned.
Of course her friends weren't in on some scheme to strip her right before walking out in front of everyone. Of course they weren't. They were just hanging out, waiting, whispering and giggling the same as everyone else. Totally normal. Definitely not planning to tear her clothes off. Not even a little.
It was actually a bit of a let down for Catria when she got up, accepted her diploma, and walked off again with very little ado. Sure she didn't actually want to be naked in front of all those people, all her classmates, all their parents and teachers. Sure Laine and Maggie would never actually go that far. But still, it was anti-climactic.
Almost as soon as she got off stage, her siblings rushed over to her and started hustling her toward an exit off to the side and out of most people's direct line of view. It was the door everyone else who wanted to sneak out without being noticed was using, as per tradition.
"Ok, ok, I'm coming," Catria said. "If you wanted to leave that badly, you didn't have to come in the first place."
"Nonsense," said Maggie. "We wouldn't have missed it."
"So proud of you," Laine agreed, sneaking a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks," Catria said, blushing slightly from the kiss and wondering if anyone had seen it. "So then why the rush?"
"Because, dear sister, the rest of the school is empty right now," Maggie said.
"Well yeah," Catria said. "Everyone's in here."
"Precisely," Maggie said.
Catria followed along, bemused but compliant as ever. There was clearly some kind of plan afoot. She wasn't quite sure what to expect just yet.
Laine got close as they made their way down the empty corridors. "Are you naked under that robe?"
Catria bit her lip, then shook her head. She'd definitely considered it, but the logistics just weren't there. Plus, neither he or Maggie had actually told her to do it, and she wasn't nearly so brave on her own initiative. "No. Sorry."
His hand cupped her butt. "Don't worry. We can fix that."
Her heart pounded faster as they kept walking. The sounds of the graduation ceremony had faded, and it was becoming more and more like they were the only three in the whole building. An entire school all to themselves. This was getting interesting.
They were pretty well at the far end of the building before Maggie picked a room basically at random, for all Catria could tell. The selected classroom was deserted, as expected.
"This looks good," Maggie said as she flicked on the lights.
"Good for what," Catria asked a little breathlessly. She had a pretty good suspicion already, but she needed to hear it.
"For you to take your clothes off," Maggie said, confirming Catria's assumption.
"Right here?" Catria squeaked.
"Not enough people around?" Laine asked. "See, Mags, I told you we should have done it back at the ceremony."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Oh hush, you." She turned more firmly to Catria. "I don't see any stripping happening."
Catria's fingers trembled as she removed her gown, then her regular clothes underneath. She kept glancing at the doorway, certain that they couldn't get away with this. She was so used to the school being filled with students and teachers, with nary an empty room, let alone a whole wing.
Neither Laine or Maggie made any attempt to speed her along or help in the process. They just watched as their baby sister stripped totally naked in the school she'd only just graduated from.
Goddamn she loved them.
Having finished removing her clothes, Catria stood awkward and flushed while being thoroughly eyed by her siblings. She was excited and nervous, and so very eager to see what came next. Her arousal had lessened her fear of being caught, though it was still very much present in her mind.
Maggie had brought a large purse with her. To Catria's delight, and not particularly surprising her, her sister pulled her handcuffs out and dangled them enticingly.
Catria stood obedient and nude, hands behind her back. She knew she was risking being caught not only naked, but now cuffed as well. It was a scary thought, and not something that could be easily explained away. Nudity alone might possibly be dismissed as some kind of juvenile lark. Light bondage, not so much.
That was the thrill, of course. She hadn't felt sensual danger like this since her brother and sister had each accepted her kinks and her rather unfamilial love. Her little pussy was so wet she was actually dripping down her leg.
Laine took the cuffs and locked Catria in. He swiped a finger up her thigh and sucked it into his mouth. She bit her lip, meeting his gaze with shy but eager eyes.
Maggie, meanwhile, had been stuffing her purse with Catria's clothes. "Ready?" she asked.
"Yep," said Laine.
"Um... ready for what?" Catria asked.
Her siblings grinned, then abruptly wheeled around and took off. Catria stared after them for a moment, suddenly alone, naked, and cuffed in the middle of school. She was left bereft of even the security of numbers she'd enjoyed up until then.
"Wait!" she yelled desperately, then cut herself off from shouting anything more since it could possibly attract other attention.
The only thing she could do was to run after Laine and Maggie. They weren't quite out of sight by the time she left the classroom, and clearly weren't actually trying to lose her, but they weren't making it an easy chase either.
Her gait was necessarily awkward with her hands restrained and her shoes in Maggie's purse. She couldn't go anywhere near her full speed, which let her siblings stay nicely ahead of her without really exerting themselves.
Every corner was another opportunity to be surprised by some other wanderer of the halls, or someone patrolling to keep out the trouble makers. Every empty classroom had the potential to be filled as she dashed by. She was so scared, and so unbelievably turned on.
Maggie and Laine eventually stopped at another random classroom. Catria felt like she'd been frantically chasing them for so long that somebody should have found them by now, though in reality it had probably only been a couple minutes.
"You guys are mean," Catria panted as she stumbled to a halt by her smirking siblings.
Any further grievances were forestalled as Laine kissed her. She melted her supple, naked body against him, allowing and encouraging his caresses.
Maggie had to shoo them inside the classroom where they had some actual shelter from unexpected prying eyes. Once Catria started getting kissed and touched in her aroused state, she never wanted it to stop, danger be damned.
While Maggie leaned casually by the door to keep watch, Laine lifted Catria onto the teacher's desk. He kissed her again, then knelt in front of her.
Catria giggled insanely and spread her legs wide at the edge of the desk. She was pretty sure she was dripping and making a mess, but she didn't care even a little. So what if one of her teachers might discover a pool of her pussy juices? She'd be gone, free from any repercussions.
Laine dove in to her wet little snatch with no dicking around at all. Catria arched her back and scooted forward even more, balancing precariously at the edge of her perch to give her brother the very best access she could.
Maggie was smiling crookedly from her lookout position. Her eyes met Catria's every now and then, in between hallway checks. Catria wanted so badly to kiss her, but was unwilling to do anything that might interrupt Laine.
Her dedicated big brother was licking her more intensely than he ever had before. There was very little technique being employed, and he mostly seemed to want to get her off as quickly as possible.
It totally worked.
Catria exploded in a surging, shivering orgasm. Laine's eager, puppy-like lapping combined exquisitely with her excitement and anxiousness to produce a beautiful climax. She actually squirted on his face, which she hadn't previously been aware she could do.
It turned out being semi-publicly eaten out by her brother kind of worked for her. Who knew.
Laine came up for a kiss, which Catria hungrily returned. Her scent and taste were all over his face, which in her state only aroused her more. She tried to lick him clean, but only got a few swipes of her tongue in before he laughed and stepped away.
Laine and Maggie, by unspoken agreement, swapped places. Laine took up lookout duty, while Maggie approached her slutty little sister with gleaming eyes.
Catria anticipated another pussy licking, and firmly approved of the idea. Maggie, however, had a slightly different plan. Catria was booted off her perch, only for her sister to take her place.
Maggie lifted her skirt and revealed a total lack of panties underneath. Turned out she was being kind of naughty too. Not 'naked in the middle of school' naughty, but still.
"What are you waiting for, an order?" Maggie asked.
Catria flushed, but it was Laine who answered. "Well it wouldn't hurt, Mags."
"Hush, Laine. No one asked you." Maggie looked firmly into Catria's eyes. "Lick me, little sister. You don't get your clothes until I cum."
A sharp thrill took Catria's breath for a moment, but she was already kneeling into position. She was pretty sure her siblings wouldn't actually leave her naked if danger of discovery arose, but the threat still did lovely things to her. It gave a sense of urgency that added to her insane desire to pleasure her sister.
Every moment they stayed increased their odds of being found out. Catria knew that. Laine and Maggie had to know that. Yet here they were, Catria's tongue working away at her sister's pussy, all willfully oblivious to their acute danger.
Maggie's fingers tangled in her hair. She heard the soft moans, and felt the subtle twitches that confirmed she was doing a good job. For a few brief moments, her whole world became her sister's pussy; its taste, its wetness, its connection to the pleasure centers inside Maggie.
Catria licked and licked with single-minded determination until Maggie came. She received a small gush of nectar for her efforts, and her head was momentarily clamped between soft, sisterly thighs.
Catria accepted some head petting and praise from Maggie. She was torn, because now that she'd earned her clothes back she knew she should put them on, but she didn't actually want to.
Her previous orgasm felt like forever ago. She was primed and ready for more after eating out her sister in an empty classroom.
"Ready to get dressed?" Maggie asked, still gently stroking her hair.
Catria looked up from her kneeling position. She hesitated, hoping that the choice would be yanked away, that she wasn't going to be allowed to put her clothes back on yet.
"Maybe not just yet," Laine said, coming to the rescue. He walked over, already in the process of undoing his pants.
Catria tried her best to repress a smile. Maggie just rolled her eyes.
"Seriously?" Maggie said. "Come on, Laine. You know we're pushing our time as it is."
Laine shrugged. "When am I ever gonna get another chance at school sex?"
"I don't mind," Catria said in a small, hopeful voice.
"No, of course you don't," Maggie said. She shook her head. "Whatever. Don't blame me if you two end up in jail over this."
Despite her words, Maggie took up sentry position again without any further argument.
Catria struggled to her feet on slightly wobbly legs. She lay her torso down across the desk and widened her stance a bit to try and get as stable and comfortable as possible without the use of her arms.
Her tummy landed in the warm puddle she and Maggie had made together on the edge of the desk. She wiggled a bit at first, unsure whether she liked the feeling, but decided the knowledge that she was getting all messy with pussy juices made it acceptable.
Laine rubbed his dick up and down her sopping cunt, then pushed it in with very little preamble. None was needed. Time was of the essence, and Catria could hardly have been any more ready for him.
Fast, hard thrusts left Catria temporarily short of breath until she adjusted. She arched her back and gave Laine a better angle, but mostly just let him fuck her.
There was no romance here, just quick and dirty sex. A girl getting pounded by her brother in school while their sister watched. It was so deliciously depraved.
Laine pulled his cock out, which confused Catria. She didn't think he was done yet, and indeed no hot spray of cum graced her backside. He did, however, rub his pussy-lubed shaft all over her butthole. He went back a couple times for more, and by the time he actually pressed against her ass for real, she was prepared.
"Yes yes yesss," Catria hissed, her eyes rolled almost fully back.
Her brother was a goddamn genius. Practically the only way to make the day better or more perverse was to stick it in her butt, and that was exactly what Laine was doing.
Catria didn't think she could have felt sluttier, short of a line forming in the hall to gang bang her. Her ass protested in sharp stabs of pain as Laine went a little too fast, but her pussy gushed like crazy and her whole body shivered in delight. She pushed back, forcing him all the way inside her tight butthole.
"Jeez, guys," Maggie muttered from the doorway. "You're going kinda crazy on me here."
Catria giggled maniacally and thrust her bum out for more. She adjusted to Laine's girth as he fucked her with increasingly smooth strokes, but there was still enough of a sensual ache to send little electric tendrils jolting around her body with every movement.
Her anally-induced orgasm was a whiteout of blinding pleasure. Her ass clenched accidentally, mixing a fresh batch of pain with her overwhelming delight. She must have started making too much noise without realizing it, because she was cut off by Laine's hand clapping firmly over her mouth.
Laine came in her butt shortly after, while she was still coming down. Jets of hot brother-cum splashed inside her, reigniting small flames of illogical passion with every burst.
"Fucking hell," Maggie said softly. She had her skirt pulled up enough to play with herself. Apparently watching her baby sister get royally and incestuously ass-fucked turned her on a bit.
"Ok," said Laine with a lazy and satisfied grin. "We can go now."
Catria struggled to stand upright. She was even more unsteady than before. She looked at Maggie, at Laine, then finally at Laine's cock. "Not yet."
Her siblings frowned as one. "The hell you say?" Laine said.
But Catria was already back on her knees, just below him, tongue stretched out for his penis.
She actually was crazy. She knew that. It was a perfectly acceptable time to call it and get out of there.
Except... except not quite.
Laine was softening. His cock was nowhere near fully hard anymore as she sucked it into her mouth. She bobbed her head anyway, hoping he'd be able to recover quickly. As hot as she knew herself and the situation to be, she wasn't certain it would be enough.
"Damn, Cat," Laine said, his hand hovering just to the side of her head, torn between pushing her away and letting her continue. "I just came."
"Nevermind that," Maggie said, eyes locked firmly on her sister. "That dick was just in your butt." Yet she didn't stop fingering herself.
Catria was well aware she was sucking something that had just come from her ass. There was a definite hint of the resultant unpleasant flavour. Fortunately, the tastes of her pussy and Laine's cum were strong enough to keep her from regretting her decision. She kept right on working her brother's shaft until it grew hard again in her slutty little mouth.
Catria maintained as much eye contact with her brother as she possibly could. She couldn't manage it constantly, partly because she had to keep flicking her gaze over to Maggie, and also because of her occasional losses of balance, but she did her best. Freed arms would have helped considerably, but their restraint and her dependence on solely using her mouth were a big part of the charm for her.
She loved the way her big brother and sister looked back at her. Their surprise and awe, and especially their lust fueled her sluttiness. She worked Laine's cock with everything she had, using her tongue and lips with all the skill she'd amassed from practicing on him. She needed him to cum again, just once more.
"We've created a monster," Maggie whispered just loud enough to be heard.
Laine only grunted.
Catria was rewarded with a smaller, but sufficient burst of cum. A few sticky ropes scarred her face as she pulled back just in time to catch them. She kind of wished she'd thought to take her brother's first load on her face, but she also was deliriously happy to have his cum snugly in her butt.
Laine tucked his cock away more swiftly this time, getting it protectively out of reach of more sex while it was extra sensitive. He then helped Catria stand, since she just didn't have it in her to get back up unaided.
"Ok," Catria said, grinning dopily. "We can go now."
"Let me guess," Maggie said. "You're not going to let us clean you up first."
"Only if you feel it necessary," Catria said lazily.
She was basically out of it. She was still quite horny and ready for more if pressed, but she was also pretty much ready to just nap for a bit.
Laine started to guide Catria toward the door.
"Hang on," Maggie said.
"No," said Laine. "We seriously need to go."
"I know that. I just need a second." Maggie pulled out her phone, aimed carefully, and snapped a couple pictures of her dazed, handcuffed, freshly fucked, cum-adorned little sister.
"That's a hell of a graduation photo," Laine said.
Catria thought that was hilarious and had to be shushed repeatedly as they tried to sneak back toward the front of the school.
Laine went on ahead to scout out their path while Maggie dragged Catria along as best she could. There'd been no real consideration for stopping to clothe their sister since she put up such a fuss when they suggested it.
"Ok, the ceremony's still going, but it looks like it's winding down," Laine said as Maggie and Catria caught up to him. "And there's no way we're getting to our car like this because a bunch of other sneaky buggers are already out there slipping away ahead of the crowd."
"Yeah, I didn't think we'd get away with that," Maggie said. "Would have been crazy. Cat parading naked through the parking lot...."
Catria smiled. "Nakey Cat parade," she agreed happily.
"No, Cat," Maggie said. "No nakey."
"No?"
"No."
"Oh."
In the interest of time and efficiency, Catria's robe was draped back over her and held in place as best as Maggie could manage without being too obvious about it. The siblings walked as slowly and casually as they could manage, doing their best to not get too close to anyone as they threaded through the cars in the parking lot.
They managed to pile into their car without anyone shouting in alarm, whereupon Laine gunned it out of there as fast as could safely be managed.
Maggie had taken the back seat with Catria, who refused to sit up and be buckled in.
"Cat, baby, sit up, please," Maggie said. "Don't be petulant."
"I'm not," Catria mumbled. She'd returned to sufficient coherency to sound just a bit shy. "I can't sit."
"You can't?"
"My butt hurts."
Maggie stared at her, totally incredulous for a moment, then laughed and dropped the subject. "Oh my poor, slutty sister." She stroked Catria's hair. "You're going to have to learn your limits."
"What fun would that be?"
Catria stretched out across the seat, as much as she could, and settled her head in Maggie's lap for more scratchies
"Yes," Maggie said softly. "What fun indeed."
****
It was late in the morning before Catria woke up the next day. She was kind of disappointed to find no siblings in bed with her, nor even her hands cuffed the way they usually were.
Honestly though, she'd been so exhausted by bedtime the night before that she didn't mind a little lonely lazing time for herself first thing. She wasn't ready for any sexy adventures right out of the gate. Plus her ass still ached.
Catria grinned as she remembered the previous day. Despite residual pains and sleepiness, it had all been totally, unequivocally worth it.
After getting home, she'd played pet for most of the rest of the day. She'd snuggled and cuddled and accepted head scratchies whenever they were offered. Maggie and Laine had fucked around with her some more too, at least until she was worn out to the point she couldn't muster proper enthusiasm.
And now she was free. No more school. Just her and her brother and sister. Except when they had things to do, of course. She probably couldn't demand that they both quit their jobs to stay home and play every day.
Catria finally dragged herself out of bed when her bladder became too insistent to ignore. A shower helped wake her up and get her in the mood for the day. It also gave her a chance to cleanse and prod some of her sensitive areas to gauge how much she'd recovered.
She didn't bother getting dressed before venturing off in search of siblings. She padded softly down the hall, all fresh, pink, and scrubbed.
There was a present sitting in the middle of the kitchen table. Catria sneaked close and bounced excitedly on her toes. It was a fancy glittery bag stuffed with tissue paper, and no amount of peeking and peering gave away what was inside. She wanted to tear into it like a child on Christmas morning, but wasn't quite sure if she should.
Maggie and Laine were playing video games in the living room. Or, rather, Maggie was playing and Laine was doing his best to instruct her. Catria guessed by the small, knowing smirk on her sister's face that she was playing deliberately poorly in order to annoy him.
Catria got appreciative glances from both her siblings as she walked in, but they carried on their silly game anyway. She didn't like that she could walk in naked and not get a reaction, but the feeling was also just demeaning enough to kind of work for her. She stood still and ignored for as long as she could, which wasn't long at all, and nurtured that interesting little seed of light humiliation.
"Morning," she said shyly once she could stand it no longer.
"Hey, Cat," Maggie said. "I'll just be a second. I'm kicking this guy's ass."
"You're barely winning and it's your third try," Laine said tiredly.
Maggie winked at Catria with the eye Laine couldn't see. "He's just jealous of how good I am."
Catria smiled, but she still wasn't being lavished with attention and lust, which just wasn't right. She clasped her hands behind her back and shifted her weight uncertainly. "There's a present on the table."
"So there is," Maggie agreed.
"Is it for me?"
"That depends," said Laine. "Did you graduate yesterday? And are you the sexiest baby sister living here?"
Catria brightened up. "Yes," she said firmly.
"Then that'd be your present, alright."
She dashed back to the kitchen, grabbed the bag, and practically skipped upon returning.
Maggie was already putting the game away, belying her and Laine's previous fascination with it over their slutty sister who should rightfully be getting all the attention. She made room for Catria in the middle of the couch.
Catria happily popped down in the vacated space, snuggling in between her brother and sister. She dug eagerly into the bag. She had no idea what to expect, aside from assuming it was a sex toy of some kind.
She was very confused for an instant upon pulling out what seemed like a very small belt. That didn't make sense to her at all. She quickly realized what she was actually holding, and her jaw dropped. Her head whipped back and forth between her siblings.
"For me?" she squeaked.
"Of course for you, silly," Maggie said, kissing her cheek.
"It seemed like the right thing to get you," Laine added while casually sneaking in a feel of her tits.
Catria felt actual tears brimming. "You guys are the best." She gave them each a big, naked hug. "I love you."
She pulled her hair out of the way and held statue-still while Maggie took the collar from her hands and snugged it into place around her neck.
"We love you too, little one," Maggie assured her. "Always."
Catria traced the line of the collar around her neck. It felt a bit odd to her, purely because she wasn't used to wearing anything there, but she absolutely adored it. She was their pet now. It was practically official. Their little sister-pet. The collar even had a medallion hanging off it that simply read 'Cat'.
"Did you get a funny look for getting a dog collar with 'cat' written on it?" Catria asked, her voice slightly distant along with her mind.
"It's actually specifically a people collar," Laine said. "But yeah, we kinda did. I think the guy wanted to make sure we weren't getting it for an actual cat, but he didn't ever dare ask."
"And we didn't volunteer," Maggie added. "None of anyone's damn business, really."
Catria giggled as she got double kisses on her neck and shoulders from both sides. Every movement drew her attention to her new adornment. She savoured the moment, because she knew it would fade with time, the same as her handcuffs were no longer the novelty they'd once been.
"You hungry?" Maggie asked.
Catria nodded. "Starving, actually."
"I'll see what I can do. Laine, you mind finding her cuffs?"
"Sure thing," Laine said.
It felt even better being securely handcuffed while still riding the thrill of her brand new collar. Catria snuggled wantonly with her brother while she waited for food.
Laine fondled her as his whims took him. He mostly played with her tits, though occasionally slipped his hand between her legs and fingered her.
Catria encouraged every little feel. She rubbed herself on him, closer and closer, until she was practically in his lap. She couldn't actually get his cock out by herself, but rubbing all up on him convinced him to do it for her.
After having his cock teased a bit, Laine grabbed her by the waist and dragged her on top of him. She giggled in delight, then sighed happily as he sank into her pussy.
Maggie rolled her eyes when she returned with Catria's breakfast, only to find her sister grinding on Laine's lap. She said nothing, however, and knelt down next to them.
She offered small pieces of food to Catria, who took them carefully with her teeth, then ate while still wiggling around on her brother's cock.
"I took the day off," Maggie said. "And Laine wasn't working today anyway. Is there anything you want to do?"
Catria chewed her bite thoughtfully. "Maybe just hang out," she said. "I'm not really feeling all that energetic right now." She bit her lip. "Do you think I'd be able to get away with wearing my collar outside? Like, just down the street or something?"
Maggie hesitated. "Is that something you actually want? Or something you're just wondering about?"
"I dunno. I guess just wondering right now." Catria shrugged. "I kinda want people to see it, but also don't want them to."
"It's not technically all that bad, really," Laine said. "It's not like it's necessarily sexual."
"No," said Maggie. "Not necessarily. But it is in this case. If you really wanted to show off, it'd probably be better to go somewhere people are less likely to know us."
Catria nodded. "That makes sense. I don't think I'm brave enough for that right now anyway. Just something I was thinking about."
She finished her breakfast, gently riding Laine all the while. By that point she was horny enough that she had to fuck him harder and get herself off. She had a nice little cum while Maggie was sitting right beside her, trying to pick out something to watch.
Maggie's outward indifference was, in fact, too much to resist. Catria went for her next, getting all nuzzly and kissy at first, then trying to get at her pussy. The latter turned out to be nearly impossible. She basically could not get into her sister's pants with only her teeth.
Maggie struggled to hold a straight face at Catria's hopeless, sexy antics. She finally relented and took her bottoms off, then sat back spread-legged and let Catria get at her vagina.
Laine took over the selection of a show both he and Maggie could agree on. The two of them debated vigourously, despite Catria's best efforts to distract her sister to the point of incoherency.
The occasional stroke of her hair was about all the recognition Catria was given. She looked up at Maggie from time to time, but was studiously ignored. Maggie was getting seriously good at pushing her buttons.
Catria got more and more desperately horny as she tried to lick her sister's pussy skillfully enough to get some acknowledgement. The occasional soft whimper or clenching of thigh muscles around her head were worth more than all the lavishing of praise she could have expected from normal sex. Maggie was trying not to give her anything, which made the slip ups all the more genuine.
Only after Maggie came did her act break down entirely. She pulled Catria to her lap and kissed her deeply while also grabbing her butt.
Catria submitted happily to kisses and fondling. She felt sexually victorious after having defeated her sister's feigned nonchalance with nothing but her tongue and an excess of determination. The downside was that she was left even hornier than before, and her attempts at grinding on Maggie's lap didn't really work out.
Catria was so into her wiggly snuggling that she didn't notice Laine taking off his pants until he grabbed her and dragged her off of Maggie. She squealed indignantly for form's sake, while actually enjoying the hell out of it.
She was bent unceremoniously over the arm of the couch, facing her still bottomless sister. Maggie wasn't even looking, seemingly unaware or uninterested. It was no less an act than before, but it was convincing enough.
Catria tried to emulate Maggie. She stayed still and pretended to watch tv while Laine rubbed his cock over her slit. She couldn't totally hold back her reactions, but she did pretty well. Even when Laine penetrated her, she managed to only bite her lip and hold back her instinctive moan.
It was a fun little game playing a living fuck doll. She enjoyed the physical aspects of sex with her brother just as much as she ever did, and the mental thrill of acting like he could do whatever he wanted with her whenever he wanted to was absolutely amazing. Wearing both collar and cuffs, the better to help her feeling of submission, was a nice bonus.
Laine eventually came all over Catria's butt. Her composure totally broke down at that point, and she hissed and wiggled in deviant pleasure as hot streaks of cum lanced across her ass. She loved the feeling on every conceivable level.
Catria stayed right where she was, acting overly obedient and submissive, as Laine retook his seat. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, and she pretended not to notice. She remained bent over, pussy nicely presented, like it was her job.
Laine rolled his eyes and took hold of the small ring on the front of Catria's collar. He dragged her back around onto the couch like he was maneuvering a puppy who'd escaped its leash somehow.
It took some work finding a comfortable position. Catria couldn't sit down without making a cummy mess, so she ended up lying more or less on her side, legs curled up a bit, hands still firmly behind her back. Her butt was in Laine's lap, and her head in Maggie's.
Laine's finger traced small, lazy spirals across her ass. The patterns got slippery every time he intersected a line of cum. Occasionally he'd scoop some up and probe at her butthole, though not hard enough to actually penetrate yet.
"We should make a doctor's appointment," Maggie said.
"We should?" Catria asked, unsure where the apparent non-sequitur had come from.
"You really should be on birth control," Maggie said. "If we're going to keep doing things like this. And I don't doubt that we are." She slid a delicate fingernail up Catria's side, making her giggle and flinch away. "I, for one, don't want to end up raising an accidental incest baby."
"Good call," Laine said. "No point risking it."
Catria went a different direction in her head. She knew Maggie had a good point, but she couldn't help twisting it into her sister helping her out a different way; which was to say, making it acceptable for Laine to cum in her pussy.
It had never really been part of her fantasies before, since sperm anywhere near her uterus was just something ingrained in her as being bad. She supposed she'd been a little slow in realizing that since there were various options for birth control out there, not just condoms, she probably could have been looking into it on her own.
Now that the subject had been broached, Catria was already planning out scenarios where she could get her brother to cum in her pussy and ass, and then once more in her mouth. Her mouth would have to be last for sure, since she couldn't hold cum in there nearly as long.
Great. Now she was horny again.
Laine was helping a little. His finger had gone partway up her butt, which was at least an interesting feeling, even if it wasn't really sating her desires.
Catria knew she wouldn't be able to hold out forever without some more physical play time than that, but she was too comfy and settled to want to move just yet.
****
Laine was having a pretty good day. Cat's new look with the addition of her collar really was the culmination of her recent sexual journey. He absolutely loved seeing her wear it.
It wasn't just that the collar looked pretty hot on her, in a fetish-y kind of way, but also the way she clearly enjoyed wearing it. He caught her in the bathroom at one point just admiring herself. She blushed shyly at being noticed, but didn't stop posing for herself.
Cat didn't know it yet, but there was a leash that went with the collar too. He could only imagine how excited she'd get over that. Hell, he was excited, and he wasn't nearly so into the whole bondage thing as she was.
Otherwise, the morning was basically spent doing nothing of any real consequence, other than toying with Cat. Laine and Maggie took turns with her, or sometimes shared her as events warranted.
Laine saw a lot of Maggie, and vice versa, since neither of them much bothered trying to preserve modesty. It would have been a fool's errand. He wasn't quite sure how to feel about it, though it generally just didn't bother him as long as Cat was present to act as a buffer.
He appreciated Maggie's body, but she was still purely his sister in his mind, rather than the sister and sex partner combo Cat had become. The caveat being when Maggie and Cat were doing stuff together. He thoroughly enjoyed watching them, with none of the conflict that Maggie alone made him feel.
Possibly Laine's favourite part of the morning came when Cat was eating out Maggie, and he started fucking her from behind. It had been a moment where he wasn't even thinking about how weird it might be to technically engage in a threeway with both his sisters. He'd just been aroused from watching their antics, and had been caught up in the game of 'treat Cat like a sex toy' they were all playing.
Maggie had seemed amused when they'd made eye contact while each using one end of their sister. Laine had shrugged and tried to focus on Cat's butt rather than Maggie's face. The actual end result had been a compromise wherein he spent a lot of time staring at where Cat was licking Maggie's pussy.
There had been a break afterward where Cat was temporarily uncuffed and sent to clean herself up. Laine and Maggie sat on the couch, only barely clothed at all, and studiously not looking at one another.
"Do you think we're taking this too far?" Laine asked.
"No," said Maggie. "Cat's loving it. She's--"
"No, no. Not Cat. I meant just, like, us."
Maggie was quiet a moment. "You mean like how we're sitting here half-naked together?"
"Yeah. That kind of thing." Laine risked a hesitant glance. "I mean, we've seen each other plenty at this point, but I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not."
Maggie shrugged. "Me either." She met Laine's gaze. "You don't want to do stuff with me, do you?"
"I... don't think so?"
"Good. Let's try and keep it that way."
"The classic 'look but don't touch'?"
Maggie gave a half-smile. "Something like that." Her eyes flicked down to Laine's mostly soft cock. "I mean, you're alright to look at and all, but you're still my brother, you know?"
Laine nodded gratefully. That was more or less the position he'd arrived at too. "I get ya. Cat's our sister, but she's... like...."
"She's Cat," Maggie finished for him. "She's unique. She's an outlier, and not to be taken as an example for how to behave with family."
"Yeah. That."
****
Laine had to run out and do an errand after lunch, which left Maggie in charge of Cat.
Lunch itself had involved Maggie getting her strapon out and making Cat ride her while being fed by Laine. That had been kind of fun.
Once Laine took off, Maggie had something else she wanted to try. Something, admittedly, not quite so directly sexual, but that would hopefully push Cat's buttons the right way.
"You know what you're going to do now?" Maggie asked Cat as she unlocked her handcuffs.
"No," Cat said, breathing noticeably shallow in anticipation.
"Well, the dishes have been piling up a bit."
Cat frowned, confused. "So?"
"So you're going to clean up the kitchen."
Cat's frown didn't go anywhere. "I am?"
"You are."
"But... but...."
"And I'm going to watch you," Maggie said with what she hoped was the correct inflection to achieve the desired effect.
It seemed to work. Cat bit her lip and considered, then eventually nodded.
"Ok," Cat said.
Maggie had never tried using her sister's proclivities to get housework done before. Or for any kind of constructive purpose, really. But it made sense, in its own way. It was slightly demeaning, and at least a little bit sensual since Cat would still be naked and collared.
Maggie did just what she'd said and sat down at the kitchen table while Cat got to work. Bizarrely, helping out would probably have had a lower success rate. By just watching and acting bored, she could feed into Cat's fantasies and make chores interesting for her.
That was the hope, anyway.
There would have to be experimentation done, to determine how to get the best results. In this case, Cat kept peeking over her shoulder to see if Maggie was paying attention. She seemed to quite like when Maggie was staring at her butt, but she wiggled for attention if she wasn't getting it, which hurt productivity. If Maggie met her gaze, she'd whip her head back around, sometimes with an embarrassed squeak.
Overall, the process took longer than if Maggie had just washed the dishes herself, so that needed to be worked on. Ideally she'd be able to get Cat working independently, perhaps simply with the occasional walk by or the promise of a reward at the end. It wouldn't matter so much if a task took twice as long as it should, so long as Cat could be persuaded to work away without constant supervision.
Cat let the water out of the sink while Maggie was still daydreaming. She padded closer, then stood with her wrists held behind her back for recuffing.
"So was this a game?" Cat asked. "Or did you just not want to do dishes?"
"Why can't it be both?" Maggie wrapped her arms around Cat and kissed her neck. "I hope you realize I expect more chores out of you than what you've been getting away with."
"Like... a lot more?"
"Yeah. A lot more. Even when I'm not around to stare at your butt while you do them."
Cat shrugged awkwardly. "I'll try."
Maggie's hand slipped down to Cat's pussy. She idly fingered her sister's wet little slit. "Don't worry, I intend to make it fun. It's a work in progress, is all."
Cat melted back into Maggie as she was caressed and teased. "I kinda liked it when you were watching," she admitted softly.
"Yes, I know. But I can't watch all the time." Maggie drew a small circle around Cat's nipple, carelessly smearing some of her own pussy juices across her breast. "So we'll have to be more creative than that."
"Ooh."
Maggie toyed with her a bit more, then stepped away. Cat almost fell down, but only stumbled a bit. The way she pouted at the sudden betrayal and cessation of sexy time was too adorable for words.
"Perhaps," Maggie suggested thoughtfully, "if you fetched your butt plug...."
Cat's eyes lit up, her pout fading away like a summer breeze. "Really? But you never--" She stopped and shook her head slightly, as though realizing she might be arguing herself out of something fun. "Ok," she said instead.
Cat scampered off eagerly and returned moments later. She cradled the plug Laine had got for her in her hands. She bit her lip and held it out for Maggie.
"Uh uh," Maggie said. "I don't want it." She pulled out a chair. "Set it here."
Cat tilted her head uncertainly, but did as she was told. She set her butt plug on its base, facing up.
"Perfect," Maggie said. "Now, then. You're going to sweep the floor."
Again, Cat's face registered confusion, and perhaps a little disappointment. "I am?"
"You are. And once you're done, you're going to get one chance to insert your plug." Maggie waited until Cat had processed and was about to speak. "Without using your hands."
That preemptively shut Cat up. A small, shy smile spread across her lips as she figured out at least some parts of what her sister was asking of her.
"Do I get a try first?" Cat asked.
"Nope. One room swept, one try. You know where the broom is." Then Maggie leaned back and let the fun happen.
Maggie was quite certain Cat had never, ever swept the floor with such enthusiasm. She didn't even keep checking in to make sure she was under constant observation. The promise of something interesting afterward seemed to have helped significantly. It still wasn't a fast process, exactly, but some more experience would help that.
"So... no hands?" Cat asked upon completion. "Are you sure you don't--"
"I can't cuff you, little one. Because I'd just have to uncuff you again to do the next room."
"And what if I do it first try?"
"Then I guess you'll have outsmarted me."
Maggie wasn't particularly worried about the possibility, though admittedly it would monkey with her plans a bit. Cat's plug was a decent size, as far as she understood these things, and she was confident it would take some work.
Cat tried her best. She knelt down and just stared at the plug for a moment, no doubt mentally strategizing. She then carefully licked and sucked on it, drooling all over it just as much as could.
Maggie wouldn't have wanted to let something that had been up her butt anywhere near her mouth, but it turned out Cat had no such qualms.
After slobbering copiously over her toy, Cat straddled the chair on which it sat. She braced her hands on the back of the chair and began to lower herself.
"No hands!" Maggie said sharply.
"But...." Cat blushed. "Sorry."
She took her hands off the chair and tucked them behind her back as though they were cuffed together. She tried lowering herself again, but only succeeded knocking her butt plug over. The dismay that washed over her face was almost enough to make Maggie burst out laughing.
"Better grab the broom," Maggie said lightly.
Cat pouted and cast a wistful on her plug, but she got to work and did the next room. She made even better time, relative to the size of the rooms, than she had with the kitchen, and was soon back for another try after Maggie reset her toy for her.
Again Cat sucked and slobbered, but this time she was more careful with her anal approach. She managed to land on her butt plug without knocking it over, but she hadn't lined it up well enough. Her attempt at lowering herself further pushed the plug away from her asshole instead of into it.
"I know, I know." Cat sighed. "Next room."
Maggie nodded, and was unable to hide the small smile that crept over her.
And so Cat progressed through the house. She got better at hands-free butt plug insertions, but quickly ran up against the limitations of spit as a lubricant, and her butthole's need to be gradually stretched out to accommodate her plug.
Cat almost got her it in after the last room, but couldn't quite make it past the widest bit without hurting herself. She pouted with pleading, frustrated eyes.
"I almost got it," she whined.
"Yes, you did," said Maggie. "Almost. I guess you're gonna need another try."
Cat reluctantly nodded. "But I'm all out of floors to sweep."
"So you are."
"So then... what do I do?"
"You tell me."
Cat thought about it while standing up and letting her butt plug pop back out. "I could... make my bed?"
"Uh uh. A real chore. Don't give me nonsense like that unless you want me to decide for you."
Cat shrank back. "Um... what about...."
"Quickly, quickly, little sister."
"I can make cookies," she said with a hint of panic. "I could... if...."
Maggie held in her agonizing suspense for a moment, then nodded. "That sounds fine. But you'll clean up after yourself afterward. That will give you two tries, if you need them."
"Ok. I mean, I haven't really made them from scratch before. Not by myself. I might need some help."
"You'll do fine," Maggie said firmly, forestalling any further attempts at dragging her into assisting. That wasn't the point of the exercise, after all. "Remember, your plug is waiting."
Cat nodded and bounced away with fresh energy and determination. She had a recipe book out and the oven preheating before Maggie could even sit down.
It was really working out now. Cat had gotten into the game more than Maggie had hoped. The challenge of plugging herself was more of an impetus than expected, as Cat seemed to view each failure as a petty annoyance that needed rectified, so to speak.
Maggie had honestly only expected Cat to enjoy the pleasure and humiliation of trying unsuccessfully to stick something up her butt while being watched. It was very interesting to note other motivators, and she fully planned to make use of similar challenges in the future.
Despite her own goal of getting Cat to work by herself, Maggie found herself hypnotized by her naked, collared sister as she padded back and forth around the kitchen. Part of it was that she was daydreaming and scheming, and Cat was merely a convenient eye-catcher. Another part, though, was the way Cat moved when she focused on something other than sex.
Maggie really hadn't spent much time with Cat while she was both naked and not looking for attention of some kind. It was a beautiful and more natural look for her, and made Maggie feel some odd but very pleasant things.
Once Cat had the cookies in the oven, she immediately set to work on the dishes and tidying up without being told. Maggie couldn't help herself at that point. After disappearing briefly, she returned with a bottle of lube and snuck up behind Cat.
Cat giggled as Maggie fondled and nuzzled her from behind. She kept washing up, but her progress slowed dramatically.
Maggie nibbled and teased a little more, then opened up the lube. She normally didn't have all that much interest in participating in anal play, but Cat had earned some help.
She easily inserted a slippery finger into Cat's warmed up butthole and thrust it gently. Cat stuck her bum out, eagerly accepting some sisterly ass-fingering.
Maggie didn't go so far as to lube up the butt plug as well. That was still Cat's responsibility.
It was enough, though. After slobbering all over her plug yet again, Cat finally managed to insert it, by herself, no hands.
Cat's eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened small and round as she sank the last little bit into the chair, then she was all smiles.
"I did it," she proclaimed as though Maggie hadn't been watching the whole thing.
"So you did," Maggie concurred.
Cat wiggled around a bit, then stood up. "I'll be able to do it better next time. I kinda got the hang of it now, I think."
"I'm sure you do. But if you get too good, we'll just have to find new challenges."
Cat's grin only widened. Apparently she didn't mind that idea one bit.
****
Laine arrived home to fresh-baked cookies, which was always nice. Even better when there was a little sister-slut around somewhere waiting to be played with some more.
He was getting as bad as Cat. He needed to watch himself. Or actually, he probably didn't. The pervier he thought, the happier she'd likely be.
Case in point, Maggie and Cat were right back in front of the tv. Cat was snuggled up in her sister's lap, looking for all the world like an actual kitty who'd found itself suddenly human and didn't know what to do except revert to old habits.
"Someone's been having a good time," Laine said. He munched on his second cookie as he sat down next to the girls.
"We've been playing a fun game," Maggie confirmed. "Haven't we?"
"Mmhm," Cat said.
"Motivating the little one to do some chores," Maggie added. She grabbed Cat's ass cheek and pulled it to expose the base of the butt plug hidden up her ass.
"My my," Laine said, arching an eyebrow in genuine surprise. "It really was a fun game."
Cat giggled and snuggled more securely into Maggie's lap.
Laine decided they were probably having a moment of sorts, and that it was best not to interrupt just yet. There was no rush. Cat wasn't going anywhere.
Indeed, there was quite a lull in activity for the next little while. Cat was, as always, totally happy to be touched or played with, but didn't quite seem to have the energy to play back. Laine mostly let her rest, though he did occasionally feel her up a bit just for fun.
It was well into the evening by the time Cat was back to her unmanageably horny self. She lured Laine to her room, which didn't really take much persuasion, and they were soon fucking around like she hadn't had any sex all day.
Cat still wore her collar, as Laine had expected. He was glad to see that he and Maggie had done well and hadn't accidentally bought one that dug in or chafed too bad.
Laine experimented with controlling Cat via her collar. The results were actually scarily good. With his finger stuck through the collar's ring, he could basically move her head around as he liked. Cat could be sucking him off, and if he gently eased her away, she'd be good and not even fight him, though she would adopt an annoyed, pleading look with her mouth held enticingly open.
He could only tease and play so long before he had to actually fuck her. Cat purred happily as she was positioned on her bed with her ass up in the air, then pounded from behind by her beloved big brother.
Laine had no idea how long Maggie was watching for. All he knew was at one point he happened to glance at the doorway, and there she was; watching, smiling, bottomless, strapon dangling casually from one hand. They stared at each other a moment, then Laine nodded his head toward Cat in invitation.
Maggie glided over and sat down in front of Cat. She scooted closer until her pussy was positioned for licking.
It was insanely casual, really. All three siblings just kind of falling into bed together, like it was a normal thing to do. Nothing about it was normal. And yet, it was comfortable. Nice. And crazy hot.
Every time he saw it, Laine became further convinced that he loved watching Cat lick Maggie's pussy. He couldn't help it. He just did. Maybe it was the expression of love and lust that he could never see from the outside between he and Cat, or maybe it was just the basic girl on girl action that worked for him. He didn't really know one way or the other.
Laine came all over Cat's ass and lower back. She hissed and arched her back, then wiggled her butt in case she could coax any little bit more out. Maggie wouldn't let her stop licking long enough to do any more than that.
Laine switched places with Maggie after that. Maggie attached her strapon, then took over dominating their sister's vagina. It was pretty hot, but Laine still preferred watching her and Cat's oral action.
His cock had gone too soft and sensitive to simply shove down Cat's throat the way she almost seemed to expect. She made do with small, adorable, teasing licks. She slowly cleaned Laine's shaft up while he, in turn, slowly hardened back up.
Cat got well fucked from both ends for a while. Laine lost track of the total number of times she came, but she had basically been in a state of near-permanent ecstasy ever since she'd started getting double teamed by her sibbos.
All three of them were wearing down by the time Laine came again. He shot his load into Cat's mouth, then sagged back, pleasantly tired and spent.
Cat tilted her head up and opened her mouth to display her now-gooey mouth. Laine chuckled and patted her head.
"Swallow," he said.
Cat closed her mouth, then opened it again. It was empty.
"Good girl," Laine said with another loving pat.
Maggie had been down to a slow, gentle rhythm by then, and she took Laine's finishing as a convenient stopping point. She pulled out and sat back, then traced her fingers along Cat's damp thigh, admiring her work.
With no siblings left inside her, Cat curled up between Laine and Maggie. "Is it bedtime?" she asked, just before trying to stifle a yawn.
"Very nearly, I think," Maggie said. "I know I won't be up very late tonight."
Cat nodded with half-lidded eyes. Then, abruptly she bit her lip and opened her eyes wide and disarming. Her gaze flicked back and forth between her siblings. "Would you both stay here? Like, for the night?"
Laine and Maggie exchanged a glance.
"You want us both to sleep with you?" Laine asked.
"Yeah. Just tonight. I know it's weird for you guys." Cat contrived to look even more pleading and adorable. "I think it'd be nice."
"Your bed's not really that big," Maggie said.
"It's big enough," Cat protested. "I won't take up much room. I'm only little."
Laine eyed Maggie, sizing up her mood and how real her protest was. "We can use my bed. It's bigger."
Cat smiled cautiously.
"Really, Laine?" Maggie said. "That might be even worse. It'll be weird. Cat's bed's one thing, but yours?"
"It won't be weird," Cat insisted before Laine could say anything. "I'll stay in the middle."
"Damn straight you will." Maggie hopped off the bed. "Well, if we're doing this, I'm not going to bed with my snatch hanging out."
"I won't look," Laine said.
"Yeah, I'm sure you won't," Maggie said, flipping him off over her shoulder as she left the room.
"Thanks, Mags," Cat called after her.
"Both of us, huh?" Laine said.
Cat squirmed. "Well... yeah. It just feels like it would be nice, you know? It was such a good day and all...."
"I kinda get that."
"You do?"
Laine nodded. "I think so. Like how cuddling after sex is nice, and you've been doing sexy stuff with me and Mags basically all day, so... yeah."
Cat grinned sheepishly. "Something like that. You're ok with it, right? 'Cause you don't have to if you don't want to."
"Trust me, I know that." Laine leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Just don't expect this to happen again, is all."
"No, I know." Cat lay her head on Laine's thigh. "This whole day, and yesterday, they've been wonderful. And I know it's not gonna last. I know you and Mags have been treating me special. It's been wonderful." Cat looked up with heart-melting eyes. "I just want one night with both of you. That's all."
"Goddamn, Cat," Laine whispered. "It's not fair being that cute."
"Sorry."
"Yeah right." Laine sighed as he scooted off the bed. He really didn't want to move. "Come on, we better get you cleaned up."
"Do we have to?"
"Yes. You still have cum on your butt, and I don't want that all over my sheets."
"Fiiine."
Cat acted reluctant, but Laine was pretty sure she enjoyed having him clean her up. She held still in the shower like she'd never washed herself before, and somehow Laine found himself easily slipping into some kind of caretaker role. Even after he realized what was happening, it didn't bother him enough to stop. Plus, it wasn't like he minded running his hands all over his sister's tight, wet body.
Once Cat was basically rinsed off, Laine took some time to examine her neck and wrists, the areas her bondage equipment had been occupying off and on all day. Her wrists were basically normal, as they were used to it, albeit perhaps a little paler than the surrounding skin. Her neck seemed a bit red, with some faintly indented marks that he could only detect with his fingertips.
"How's the collar fitting?" Laine asked.
Cat reddened slightly, but she also smiled wide. "I love it!"
"I know that. But is it, like, uncomfortable? Digging in maybe?"
"Only a little sometimes. But I kinda like that it reminds me it's there."
"Of course you do." Laine gave another cursory finger inspection of Cat's neck. "We can get you another one sometime if you want. One that we try out before we buy."
But Cat shook her head firmly. "I like the one you got me. It's mine."
"Yes. I thought you might think that way."
Laine patted them both down with towels, then escorted Cat to his room. He cuffed her, but left her otherwise naked for the night. She didn't argue about wearing her collar, which was good, because he had no intention of leaving it on her overnight until she was more used to it.
Cat was clearly fading fast. She rolled haphazardly into the middle of Laine's bed, and there she stopped. Laine smiled and lay down beside her. He didn't bother with the covers just yet since they were expecting Maggie still.
In the meantime, Laine lay quiet and still too, just watching Cat. She was so beautiful, and she did things to him that no one else had ever made him feel. Not even sexual things, necessarily. Although, really, they were mostly sexual to some degree.
But seeing her there, naked but for her handcuffs, utterly contented with her world, it made him happy. She'd found what she wanted from life, in her own unique way, and dragged him and Maggie along for the ride. And somehow it worked. Somehow, impossibly, they were all happy, and closer than ever before. Closer than siblings were ever meant to be.
"What are you thinking about?" Cat murmured, peeking through nearly closed eyes.
"How much I love you," Laine answered, more or less honestly. It would have taken too long to try and explain his actual line of thought.
It was enough for Cat, anyway. She wiggled closer and brushed her lips across the tip of his nose, then curled up and nuzzled at his chest. "Love you too. You're the best brother."
"Straight up best, huh? Not even qualifying that?"
"Nope." Cat yawned, somehow making it sound cute. "Jus' th' best. S'all."
Laine held her and softly ran his fingers through her hair. She was on the verge of sleep by the time Maggie returned.
"Oh great," Maggie said as she flicked off the lights. "Thanks for leaving me the inside, guys."
Maggie was still grumbling as she crawled across Laine and Cat. She'd put on a sleep shirt and panties, which Laine understood even if modesty was an outdated concept around the house these days. She didn't say anything about Cat or Laine's distinct lacks of clothing either.
Cat rolled over, and Laine heard the sound of a soft kiss. "Love you, Mags. You're the bes' sister."
"Love you too," Maggie replied fondly. "Now go to sleep, little one. I absolutely forbid you from doing anything sexy."
"Don' worry," Cat said, trying to stifle another yawn. "I'm wore out."
Laine pulled the covers up and over all three of them. It was a snug fit, but not so cramped as to be untenable. He and Maggie engaged in a silly little dance where they tried to figure out how to both cuddle with Cat without touching each other. They were partly successful. Successful enough, anyway.
****
Catria was gently shaken awake. She grunted in annoyance and shut her eyes tighter. She was more used to being the waker than the wakee. And besides, she didn't have anywhere to be that morning.
"C'mon, Cat," Laine whispered. "Wakey wakey."
Catria cracked her eyes. It wasn't even light out yet. What the hell?
"Wha'ss goin' on?" she mumbled. "Wha' time s'it?"
"Late. Or early, depending on your frame of reference." Laine hesitated. "If you're still too exhausted, I'll let you go back to sleep. But I had something planned...."
A little surge of alertness shot through Catria and she opened her eyes fully. Something planned, huh? At this time of night? Now that was interesting.
"I'm awake, I'm awake."
"Thought so. I mean, probably I should have waited for another night. I kinda half decided I would. But I woke up middle of the night anyway, and turns out it's just about perfect out. Dark, cloudy, warm."
"We're going outside?" Catria asked, seizing upon the information that was relevant to her.
"Yeah. It's dark enough, and ungodly early enough, that there shouldn't be much risk of being seen."
Catria smiled broadly and carefully scooted away from Maggie's embrace without waking her. "And here I thought we were done for the night."
"An easy mistake to make."
The two of them padded out of the room and down toward the front door. Laine didn't turn on any lights. It didn't make sense to ruin their night vision, Catria supposed.
She held still and let the little tendrils of excitement grow inside her as Laine affixed her collar. There was another small, unfamiliar noise following it, and Catria belatedly realized she'd just been leashed as well. She nearly cried, and would have tackled her brother to shower him with kisses, except of course tackling was not really a thing she could do under the circumstances. Not handcuffed and leashed as she was.
Handcuffed and leashed. Goddamn. This was definitely worth waking up for.
Catria tried to remain patient as Laine put sneakers on her feet like she was a kid and incapable of tying knots yet. She couldn't imagine she really needed shoes just to go for a walk around the yard, but that was up to Laine.
He put his sneakers on as well. Unlike Catria, he had also dressed enough to be halfway presentable. It would have been fun if he'd taken her outside just as naked as she was, but that wasn't really important. Her own vulnerable nudity and helplessness were the main things, just as they'd always been.
Catria let herself fall just far enough behind Laine to feel a slight tug from the leash he held. Delicious. To actually be led around like a pet was something she hadn't known she needed until now.
It was a perfect blend of naughty and demeaning. Catria's face flushed hot as she imagined what someone might think if they saw her, a submissive little sister-pet who not only allowed herself to be controlled with a leash, but even got off on it. She wanted so desperately for someone to stumble across her like that, while also simultaneously feeling like she might actually die if anyone did.
Except Maggie. Maggie would have to be shown at some point. There was no question. Hell, she probably already knew that Laine was planning on breaking out the leash at some point.
Catria's mental whirling was interrupted as they neared the road. She'd assumed Laine was just going to lead her in a circuit around the yard or something, but they were already at the end of their driveway.
"Laine?" she said.
"Hm?"
He just kept going. Given that he held her leash, she didn't have much option other than to follow.
"Laine?" she hissed more urgently.
They were firmly on the sidewalk now. There were no streetlights near enough to illuminate them, but Catria felt all too exposed. If anyone came along....
But it was late. There were no cars, no joggers, no dog walkers. Just her and Laine.
"What?" Laine asked, still moseying along, apparently unconcerned.
"Where are we going?"
"For a walk."
"Yeah, but... on the street?"
He stopped and half turned. "Where did you think we were going?"
"I don't know. Around the yard, I guess."
Laine nodded slowly. "Does that mean I found your limit? Are you finally saying no to something?"
Catria bit her lip and looked way. She didn't like the sound of that. She didn't want to wuss out.
But she couldn't stop flicking her gaze around. Her ears twitched at every little sound. They weren't far from home yet, and she still had the comforting option of dashing back to the house if trouble should arise. Assuming Laine let her, of course.
She was panicking. She was nervous. She felt like she had back in school, when she thought her siblings might totally embarrass and humiliate her in front of absolutely everyone. Like that, only different. It was more real actually being naked in public, albeit tamer in the sense that there was no one around.
And she'd been naked shortly after accepting her diploma. In hindsight, with the context of her current situation, it seemed all the more crazy. Why hadn't she been more worried at the time about being caught? It would have been so easy. One small slip, one person wandering around where they weren't supposed to. It had been so fragile.
Just like now.
Laine was waiting. The leash hung slack between them. He'd take her back to bed if she told him to. This outing was for her, after all. He wouldn't try to push it if she really didn't want to do it.
Catria's heart pounded. Her pussy had warmed up and was beginning to show its appreciation. Her tummy was a whole clusterfuck of nerves and anticipation.
Who was she kidding? She didn't want to go back to bed. Not now. Not yet.
"Maybe just around the block?" Catria suggested.
"Sure, Cat. Just a short walk."
The leash tugged, and Catria startled into motion. Laine set a slow, easy pace, and still she found herself lagging. Every gentle pull on her collar made her speed up, but she was too wary, too focused on examining every shadow for someone lurking to maintain a constant speed.
That was part of the difference, she decided. The school had been just as risky, if not more so. But it had been lit. A double-edged sword, certainly, but she would have known if someone was coming, or indeed if they'd been caught.
Out here, along the streets, in the darkness punctuated by evenly spaced streetlights, she couldn't know. There was no way to be sure that someone wasn't watching from the window of a house as they passed, or waiting behind a tree, or about to turn around the corner during a late night run. Just because none of those were probable didn't mean that they were any easier to dismiss.
Catria flinched away from the street lights at first. She skirted around as close to the edge of their halo as she could manage without falling through someone's hedge. The habit gradually fell away, and eventually she was walking a more or less straight line, letting her blood race every time she was lit up and visible to her imagined audience.
It was so insane that she was actually doing this. Letting her brother lead her naked through the neighbourhood, unable to even try covering herself. She was helplessly exposed, at the mercy of Laine and the night.
Her pussy was dripping down her thighs. Her breath came shallow and ragged. She wasn't darting her eyes everywhere anymore, no longer searching for mysterious figures. They were still there, in her imagination, but she let them be. She accepted the possibility of humiliation in front of total strangers. She let it fuel her already unmanageable horniness.
Because goddamn was she horny.
Catria had no idea where the line between fear and arousal had been, or even that it was a line. She still felt the fear and nervousness, but she was turned on enough not to let them control her.
Some part of her had known right from the very start that she'd enjoy herself. Of course she would. It was exactly the sort of thing she loved. Just... more of a leap than she expected, and it had taken her by surprise. Now that she had adjusted, she was able to sink blissfully into the gut-wrenching pleasure of doing something crazily hot.
They'd taken the first corner with no fuss, and the second. Catria was already anticipating getting home. She loved the thrill of what they were doing, but the cowardly rational part of her was pleading for the safety of a warm, sibling-filled bed, and covers pulled up over her head.
Then Laine started across the crosswalk at the third corner.
"Laine?" Catria said, trying to tug him gently back in the right direction. "It's this way."
"I know. I thought maybe a little detour would be nice."
"Detour? You're just keeping me out here longer. That's not a detour. That's... that's...."
Catria stuttered out. Laine was staring back at her with a tiny smirk that she could only barely make out, and only because there was a light sufficiently nearby.
She could also make out the bulge in his shorts. Of course he was hard. Leading her around like a plaything. A sexy, submissive plaything.
Goddammit.
Laine flicked the leash after a moment's standoff. Catria sighed and followed after him, across the street, away from safety.
Because she loved being his plaything, his pet. She loved that he was taking her for this stupidly hot nighttime walk. It was something he almost certainly wouldn't do on his own or with anyone else. It was for her. And it was making her a horny mess.
There was a freedom in surrendering to him, to abandoning her sense of self-preservation in favour of trusting her brother. If anything, it turned her on even more to forget her fears, to let them play inside her but not worry about them, because all she had to do was follow Laine and what would be would be.
They crossed another street, getting farther still. Catria actually slowed down a bit in the middle of the crosswalk where she was most vulnerable. Her body bared and unprotected even by imaginary barriers that the sidewalk held. A car coming along would have her lit up like a spotlight with nowhere to run.
But then, no cars came. It was late. Every reasonable person was snug in bed at that hour.
A dog barked half-heartedly at them as they passed a fenced yard. Catria had become so used to their solitude that she stumbled away and almost hit the ground. Her collar dug painfully into her neck as the leash tightened, then it went slack as Laine rushed back to steady her.
"Holy shit." Catria giggled maniacally. "That stupid dog nearly gave me a heart attack."
Laine smiled back. "You're on a leash. Maybe he wanted to be friends."
"He knows I'm not a dog, you jerk."
"Mmm. You certainly aren't."
Laine put a hand on her chest, caressing her tits. Catria was sure he could feel how crazy her heart was beating, and most of it had nothing to do with the dog.
His lips pressed firmly against hers, and his cock poked against her hip. She melted against him, unconsciously grinding on whatever purchase her pussy could find. She was desperately horny, and making out with her brother was a big crack in the dam. She needed him so badly.
Then he broke away. The leash tugged, they were moving again.
This time, Catria was right behind him. She trotted at his heels like a puppy. She wasn't scared at all anymore, she was something very different.
It was only when they got to the final crosswalk before their house that Catria realized no more makeouts were forthcoming. She slowed down and stopped right in the middle of the road.
Laine felt the leash tighten up and stopped too. He looked at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
Catria smiled. "Nothing." She slowly, deliberately, turned and bent over a little. Not so far as to risk unbalancing herself, but enough to get the point across.
"Here?" Laine asked.
"You got me all horny. Don't tell me you're not gonna take care of me now."
"I was planning on waiting 'til we got back."
Catria shook her head. "Uh uh."
"Ha, fine. At least get out of the road, though. Don't want you falling on your face."
It was an acceptable compromise. There really wasn't anything to steady herself with in the roadway. Plus it was kind of a stupid risk. They'd been lucky so far, but trying to disentangle themselves from full on sex if a car came at them was probably not a smart position to put themselves in.
Catria braced herself against a tree and presented her butt wantonly. From too nervous for a little walk to sluttily demanding public sex. Yeah. That sounded about right for her.
Laine entered her easily. She was wet enough to drown his cock, nevermind letting it in. He fucked her hard with almost no build up, which was just the way she wanted it. Quick, rough, and a tad demeaning. Perfect.
She kept her moaning in check as best she could. She wished she had something to bite down on, or fill her mouth, or anything really. Maybe she'd ask for a gag for her birthday. The thought started as a joke in her head, until she realized she might actually really want one.
The rough tree bark dug into Catria's skin as she was pressed against it harder and harder. The small, painful bites that came with each thrust sent sharp thrills through her. Her whole body was an electrical web of pain and pleasure, lighting up with animalistic intensity as she was pounded by her brother beneath a dark, moonless sky.
Laine nipped at her shoulder, then the base of her neck. She gasped and moaned aloud while holding her hips back for him as much she could.
Catria came, whimpering and mewling. Her legs went weak on her, and pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She only stayed upright because Laine had her pinned to the tree with nowhere to fall.
Things got a bit clearer as her orgasm faded. She was still a prisoner to lust, but she wasn't totally focused on her own base desires. There was some wiggle room for creativity.
"Laine?" Catria said, her voice cracked even on the single syllable. She swallowed and moistened her mouth.
"Yeah?"
"Cum on my face?"
He snorted in amusement and bit her earlobe oh-so-gently. "I thought it might be something like that."
His frantic pace wound down gradually, until he finally pulled out. He helped Catria step dazedly away from the tree, then kneel down in front of him.
The ground was hard, and incredibly uncomfortable on her knees. She couldn't begin to give a shit. She stared up at Laine with all the adoration a love-struck little sister could muster and opened her mouth, her tongue stuck out just past her bottom lip.
Laine brushed Catria's hair tenderly, then took a light grip on the side of her head. He pushed his cock forward into her unmoving mouth, and only once it was halfway inside did she seal her lips around it.
Catria kept her eyes locked on Laine's as consistently as she could. She held her head still and let him use her face to get off. Despite just cumming, she already felt the need building again. She'd given up having her pussy pounded, and she missed it terribly. That was the price she paid for surrendering to her fantasy.
It was all worth it when Laine shot hot cum all over her face. Every streak was another tally mark on the scoreboard of her sluttiness, and another jolt of lightning zig-zagging down to her clit. Some even got on her tongue, since she held her mouth open. She was a good girl and didn't swallow any until Laine was all finished.
"Well, shit," Laine said. "I really didn't intend on doing that."
Catria grinned up at him, mind ablaze with speculation as to what sort of picture she must have presented. "But you did."
"Yeah. Can't argue that." He tilted his head slightly. "Almost wish I could take a picture right now."
"'Cause I look good like this?"
"You look like... like a distilled version of the sluttiest traits you've been developing."
"And that's... good, right?"
"You look fucking hot, if that's what you're asking." Laine helped her stand. "You also look like someone I need to get home before we do anything even stupider."
"Oh sure, now you're gonna worry about being out here. You seemed pretty confident before."
"You complaining?"
"Hell no I'm not." Catria nuzzled Laine lovingly. She accidentally wiped off some of her facial on him, but didn't regret the gesture. She was limited on ways of showing physical affection. "It was amazing. Thank you."
Laine kissed her forehead in a spot where it wasn't cummy. "Come on. Let's get back."
He took hold of her leash, but it wasn't necessary anymore. Catria walked nestled up beside him the rest of the way to their house. He ended up putting his arm around her and escorting her like they were on a romantic walk rather than an ill-advised sexcapade.
Catria had to wait inside the front door of their house for Laine to take her shoes off for her, then unhook her leash. Those small, patronizing necessities went practically unnoticed. As soon as she was free, she darted to the bathroom, shoulder-checked the light switch, and examined herself wide-eyed in the mirror above the sink.
Her streaks of cum were marred somewhat where she'd rubbed against Laine, but the effect wasn't too badly hurt. With her 'face paint' and collar, along with a slightly dazed expression, she could almost mistake her reflection for someone else entirely. Her hand jerked against its restraint as the urge to finger herself briefly triumphed over the well-learned lesson that she very much couldn't masturbate while handcuffed.
"Admiring ourself, are we?" Laine asked rhetorically, having caught up to her while she'd been standing in awe.
"I look slutty," Catria said matter-of-factly.
"I s'pose you do." Laine stepped behind her and peered over her shoulder to examine the same image she saw. "And I assume you're enjoying it."
Catria grinned shyly. "Maybe."
"Well, the cum's gotta come off before we head back to bed."
She nodded. She'd been aware of that, even if she wasn't quite ready. "Give me a minute."
"You really need more time to preen?"
"Not exactly." Catria bit her lip. The gesture was way sexier with semen accents. "I might need something else before I'm ready to go back to sleep."
"Like what?"
Catria met Laine's eyes in the mirror, but he didn't seem like he was grasping her need without it being vocalized. "I'm kinda horny again."
"Oh. Of course." Laine reached around and put his hands on her tummy. He dragged them up and over her breasts. "You're insatiable at times, you know that?"
Catria opened her eyes wide and pleading. "Please?"
"Dammit, that's not fair."
Laine spun her around and lifted her up beside the sink. She smiled and spread her dangling legs as he knelt before her.
Catria shivered and let her eyelids fall halfway closed as Laine's tongue traced a broad swathe the length of her needy little slit. He licked at her like a puppy, all enthusiasm and not much focus, before narrowing his attention to her clit.
A pair of fingers slid inside her, complimenting the tactical tongue-bath she was receiving. Laine licked and finger-fucked her with swift efficiency. It was all about getting her off quickly, and it worked.
It was just exactly what Catria needed. A nice little orgasm to take the edge off and let her properly relax. She writhed through it, nearly falling off her perch, then Laine gave her pussy a final sweet kiss and stood up.
His face was a closer match to hers now. Juices stained his chin and lips, though the effect was far more subtle than the thicker cum-streaks adorning her.
Laine took a damp cloth and wiped Catria up like she was a helpless child. He cleaned her face, then took a moment to get her thighs too.
Catria got unsteadily to her feet. She kissed Laine, lingering slightly as her tongue traced along his lips that tasted like her, then tottered away back to his room.
Laine gave her butt a soft smack to urge her on her way. "I'll be there in a minute."
"'K." Catria paused and turned partly around. "Thanks for everything today. And tonight. It was wonderful."
Laine gave her a crooked smile. "I love you."
Catria returned the smile. She felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Some of it was physical aftermath, some of it was pure emotion. "Love you too."
She made it back to bed, by which time she was feeling the interruption of her sleep pretty hard. It was all she could do to struggle back under the covers and cozy up next to Maggie while trying not to disturb her. She was only half successful.
"You have a good time?" Maggie whispered.
"Sorry," Catria whispered back. "I tried not to wake you."
"I know you did. But you aren't always as sneaky as you think you are, 'specially when you're all squirming around 'cause you got your hands cuffed."
Maggie pulled Catria into a loose embrace. Catria nestled into the comforting warmth of her sister.
"You know what we did?" Catria asked.
"I suspect so. This time of night, I don't know what else it could have been." Maggie shrugged. "I wasn't sure Laine would actually ever go through with it. He kept talking about the idea when we were shopping for you, and a few times after. I was never sure if he wanted me to talk him into it, or out of it."
"It was kind of a stupid thing to do," Catria admitted. "But I'm so glad we did it."
"I don't think that was ever in question." Maggie kissed Catria on the side of her head. "We've got a pretty good feel for your proclivities at this point."
"Thanks for not stopping him."
Maggie snorted. "Yeah, right. None of my business, really."
"Still, though. You and Laine, you've been so good to me. I mean, you both could have been grossed out way back when...." Catria swallowed. "I was being kind of a weirdo and--"
"Shush now. None of that." Maggie stroked Catria's hair soothingly. "We love you. That was never going to change."
"I love you too," Catria echoed softly.
"I know. Now go to sleep, little one. Some of us have things to do tomorrow."
Catria closed her eyes and let her breathing slow, but didn't fully let herself drift off until Laine crawled in next to her and reformed her sibling sandwich. Only then did she allow sleep to reign once more.
****
Catria awoke to an empty house late the next morning. She'd been uncuffed while she slept, but her collar was still on. It had dug into her neck where she lay on it, and she decided to remove it, at least for a bit. She could always put it back in without anyone being the wiser.
Her day was, overall, quite a letdown after the events of the past few days. It wasn't like she couldn't function on her own, she just would have preferred not to, was all. There simply wasn't much thrill to be had wandering around casually misclothed when there was no one there to appreciate it. Nor, indeed, getting all bondage-y and submissive.
It was boring, that was the problem. Catria craved totally inappropriate sibling shenanigans, and instead got... a day. Just a regular old boring day.
And that was just kind of what she had to learn to deal with. The next few days were much the same. Sure, sometimes Laine or Maggie would be home with her, and they almost always were both there in the evenings, but generally the mornings and afternoons kinda sucked.
Gradually, Catria learned to make the best of it.
She always got to sleep with one of her siblings at night, so that was nice. And with some dedication and training, she was often able to be the first one up in the mornings so she could be their 'alarm clock.' One of her very favourite things was watching Laine wake up with his cock in her mouth, or Maggie with an eager little sister-tongue buried in her pussy.
Play time at night and first thing in the morning left her sleep schedule a bit lacking, but she had lots of time for naps to make up for that.
Laine was sometimes good for a quick fuck before work, but not reliably so. Maggie usually wasn't, but she seemed to have figured out Catria's restlessness, and would often be up for playing other games. Things like the butt plug challenge, with varying rules, though nearly always involving chores. Catria knew she was being used, to a degree, but since she was constantly using her sibbos for sexy fun, it seemed only fair.
Plus, sexuality aside, she was the only one of the three not working. Keeping a tidy house helped make up for that.
Evenings were the best times. Laine and Maggie developed a rhythm of sorts where they'd trade off turns occupying Catria without even having to discuss it.
For instance, Laine might give her a good fucking, then hand her over to Maggie. Maggie might then open a book and spread her legs, fully expecting Catria to lick her out while she read and ignored her. Which, of course, Catria happily obliged. Eventually Maggie would call for Laine, and he'd take Catria away and hop in the shower with her.
There was no fixed schedule or anything, but it worked smoothly enough. Partly just because Catria was up for most anything that involved sexual gratification in some form. That was the main thing.
Catria hung out with her friends some days, though never stayed late. She got brave enough to wear her collar around them, which got some comments and questions, but was more or less accepted. She loved showing off that she was owned, even if none of them could properly know or appreciate it.
Overall, her new routine, such as it was, grew on her. She loved spending time with her brother and sister, doubly so when it was sexy time, and didn't mind occupying herself for a while as long as it was only for part of the day.
****
Epilogue: Path of Leashed Resistance
****
Laine parked his car, got out, then just stood there a moment. He was used to coming home to a naked little sister doing something naughty. That was practically routine. He was not, however, used to said sister being tied up like a dog out in the backyard.
"Hey, Laine," Cat called cheerfully.
She was lying out on the lawn; collared, cuffed, and with a rope leading from her to the back steps where Maggie was sitting and sipping on a beer.
"Hey, Cat," Laine said. He thought about asking her what she was doing, but he decided it probably wouldn't do any good.
Laine sat down next to Maggie. She offered him her beer and he took a swallow before handing it back.
"I see we have a new puppy," Laine said.
"I thought you knew," Maggie said. "You've been taking her for walks."
"Yeah, but not when it's still light out."
Maggie shrugged. "She was a good girl today, and she asked to be tied up out here. What could I do?"
Laine glanced back and forth at the neighbours' yards. "I take it no one's spotted her yet?"
"Not that I can tell. I think the odds are actually reasonable that we get away with it. Hell, anyone who sees her might only think she's lying out naked and not notice the whole 'puppy sister' thing."
"And that's better?"
"Yep. Then it's only Cat getting embarrassed a little instead of awkward questions getting asked. And let's be real, she loves getting embarrassed."
"Very true. She should be careful, though, or she's gonna end up with tan lines in hard to explain places."
"Dude, I'm pretty sure she's specifically cultivating tan lines."
"But... then...." Laine tried to imagine walking around with light bands of skin around his wrists and neck. There really wasn't an innocent excuse for that sort of look that he could think of. "Goddammit," he muttered. He swiped Maggie's beer and drained the rest of it.
"Yeah. Exactly," Maggie said.
Laine ran a hand through his hair. "This is our life now, isn't it?"
"How are you only just now figuring that out?"
"No, I mean, I'm fully aware of what's going on. I just assumed that sooner or later Cat would get tired of it, or decide it wasn't really what she wanted, or... something."
"Really?"
"Well, maybe. I at least thought she wouldn't want other people finding out. Not really. I know she likes the risk, but the actual hassle of discovery shouldn't be attractive."
Maggie patted his knee. "I know. I get it. But I think in a weird sort of way, Cat actually knows what she's doing. Even if she wants to show off her proclivity for bondage, I'm sure she'd never let on who she's roped into domming her. So to speak."
"I guess."
"And seriously, you can't tell me you mind. Waking up to blowjobs nearly every day, a naked little nymph parading around the house, someone who's always ready to fuck, a--"
"Ok, ok. You made your point." Laine couldn't help smiling as he took another look at Cat lying out sunning herself. "You're right. I do love it. I love her. I don't want things to go back the way they were. I just also don't want her getting herself into trouble."
"You're such a dad."
"I most certainly am not."
"You gotta let her do her thing, Laine. Be who she's gonna be. If she's gonna make mistakes, get in trouble, then you gotta let her."
"That's awfully philosophical of you. Didn't you used to worry about her just as much as I did?"
Maggie smiled a little sadly. "I still do," she said softly. "But I'm trying not to let it bother me. She's so happy. We all are, really. Things are good. Why ruin it by spending all my time fretting about the future?"
Laine sighed. "You're right. I tell myself the same sorts of things. And honestly, I don't worry that often anymore. Just... you know...."
"When you come home and find Cat naked and tied up outside?"
"Yeah. Times like that."
Maggie nodded and stood up. "I'd get used to it if I were you. She's gonna want to do it again, pretty much guaranteed." She jerked her head toward the house. "I'ma grab another beer. You want one? Bearing in mind that you're not stealing mine again?"
Laine considered, then shook his head. "Nah. Not right now. Thanks, though."
He handed the empty bottle back to Maggie before she headed inside. He then sat staring without focus at his naked little sister, still happily lazing around in the grass.
****
Catria could hear bits and pieces of her siblings' conversation. Not the whole thing, but she was pretty sure they didn't think she could hear any of it.
She honestly didn't mind being discussed like she wasn't there. Not only did it feed into her fetish of being slightly objectified or patronized, but it was mostly stuff she knew or agreed with anyway.
It was adorable the way Laine and Maggie still fretted over her. They didn't show it often, at least not in obvious ways, but it was always there. And she was fine with that. Along with whatever else she'd become; puppy, slut, toy, lover, or any other label one might apply, she'd always be the little sister. The baby of the family.
Catria didn't intend to always stay within the bounds of her siblings' comfort zones, obviously, but she was glad they cared enough to try and corral her somewhat. It gave her a nice fuzzy feeling, even if it could be inconvenient at times.
A shadow passed over Catria's eyes, interrupting her train of thought. Laine had walked over, and was staring down at her with a crooked smile. After a moment, he pulled off his shirt and lay down beside her without saying a word.
"I guess you're not gonna try convincing me to go inside," Catria said.
"I can't imagine what that would accomplish. For someone who tries so hard to convince us she's a subby little thing, you're really not very obedient except when you want to be."
"To be fair, I'm very obedient when I want to be."
"That you are."
Laine reached over and fondled Catria's tits. She grinned, but said nothing about it. As was tradition.
Maggie joined them shortly after. She sat cross-legged on the grass and sipped at a freshly opened beer. "I'm not taking any clothes off," she informed them. "Just in case you were planning on asking."
"That's ok," Catria said. "I'll be naked. You guys don't need to be."
"Way to take one for the team," Laine said, not quite able to hold back a chuckle.
Catria matched his smile, then closed her eyes. The sun was still high enough in the sky to get some more tanning in. Maggie had been totally right; she absolutely planned on cultivating some tan lines, maybe just some faint ones though. She wasn't sure how bold she wanted to go yet.
Laine and Maggie touched her occasionally, just some idle caresses. She didn't let on that she even felt them.
They stayed out until the sun threatened to disappear on them. Just Catria and her beloved brother and sister. Her rope was unhooked before they headed in, and promptly replaced by her leash, which Maggie had thoughtfully brought out with her.
They walked back to the house, Catria lagging behind slightly just so she could feel the tug of the leash on her collar. She was already anticipating the cuddling that was to come, and the groping, and most importantly the sex.
She loved the sex, and she loved her siblings. She understood where their occasional fears came from, but they didn't need to worry. She had exactly what she wanted, and had no intention of ever giving it up.