Sweet kisses

Having fallen asleep on top, I’m a little surprised to awaken to Sarah’s weight pinning me down as her tongue gently rubs against mine. It’s a nice surprise though, and I moan into her mouth to show my appreciation for the pleasant wake up kiss. It’s a sleepy Sunday morning, and we continue to make out with her weight securing me in place.

Finally she decides to release my mouth. “Good morning baby doll. I need to get everything ready for our picnic. So… go brush your teeth. You have morning breath.” She smiles mischievously down at me as I blush.

“Sarah!” I can’t help but smile at her playful teasing… but once she rolls off of me I do hurry to put on enough clothes to make it to the bathroom and take care of my morning routine. I hurry back and find the bondage gear lying on her bed, along with a long grey cloth coat. It looks warm, but it’s getting chilly out so that should be fine. Especially as my face heats up with the understanding that she wasn’t messing around with this picnic. I just hope Sarah doesn’t turn this into an excuse to humiliate me. I love her so much… but she definitely enjoys watching me squirm too much.

Sarah helps to strip me down and tie me up in the bondage. Then she puts the long grey coat over me and buttons it up. I’m almost scared to bring it up… “no gag?”

She chuckles. “Today is for two sisters to hang out and enjoy each other’s company. I want to hear your voice a bit more today. You’re always so quiet. Even when I make you squeal when I impale you on my cock.” She puts a chaste little kiss on my lips, in contrast to her words. I blush, but happily accept her kiss. “Now, wait here my baby doll. I’ll be back shortly with the picnic supplies loaded in the car.” She bounces away before I can complain about being left with my arms bound behind me.

I start to get a little worried, but she returns 30 minutes later and holds me by the arm as she guides me down the stairs and into her car. In the back seat is a genuine wicker basket with a red and white striped blanket. I can practically see the picturesque scene of us in a meadow surrounded by butterflies. No, bad brain. Don’t fill up with unrealistic expectations. There isn’t any place like that on campus, and I doubt there’s one anywhere close by.

Sarah puts on some music and drives us off campus. It’s a surprisingly long drive, leaving both campus and the small college town. We pull off the main road and follow a dirt road before the trees open up revealing a grass covered slope with a clearing at the top and a single tree. Down at the bottom of the slope is a slowly winding river. I can see a few more cars around, but none of the people besides one man wading in the river fishing.

Sarah gets the picnic supplies and I follow her as she walks away from the river and towards the top of the slope. It’s a bit steep, but that just makes the view at the top even more beautiful. The grass at the top isn’t quite the picturesque meadow I had imagined, but I still couldn’t stop myself from smiling as a real butterfly flies by Sarah while she spreads out the blanket in the shade of the tall tree.

I giddily let her help me sit down, and she pulls out some food. “Well then, for our special sister only picnic we have four PB&J sandwiches, four baloney and cheese, a two bags of chips, and two individual sized apple pies. And for drinks I’ve brought water, lemon tea, and two cans of doctor pepper.” She pulls out some plastic plates and lays out the sandwiches, each cut in half diagonally.

My face is getting tired from smiling so widely, but one concern does slow me down. “Um… my arms…” I’m still in bondage here! How can I enjoy this picnic if I can’t eat! Unless…

“Don’t worry about that. Let your big sis enjoy feeding my cute little sister. Now pick a sandwich.” She scoots over to sit close to me and puts one arm around me, resting her hand on my waist as she pull me tight. I lean happily into her, happy to be pampered even if it’s only necessary because of her plotting.

“Hmm. Peanut butter.” I smile while shyly looking down at the blanket. An actual picnic blanket! With my sister! She pick up a PB&J triangle and holds it to my mouth. I open up and take a bite, blushing madly at my helplessness and how much it was turning me on to be taken care of. Rather than bother getting her own sandwich, she just takes a bite from the same one, and we take turns biting into food.

She keeps feeding me as we begin to talk. We don’t talk about anything important, mostly just what she actually does in track and field and some of what she did after leaving home before going to college. A lot of part time jobs apparently. I keep smiling happily as she feeds me chips and occasionally holds up a bottle of tea for me to drink from. Anytime I get some food or drink on my face, she licks or kisses it off. “I didn’t bring napkins.” I don’t know if she planned this, but I still enjoy each time her mouth touches my face.

After a while she pulls out a brush and begins combing my hair. It’s gotten longer since I first came to college, and my black roots are over an inch long under my red dyed hair. “Are you thinking of dying it again, or just letting it grow back to black?”

I smile, knowing she’ll like my answer. “Whatever makes my big sis happy.” I can’t help but lower my face while saying something so embarrassing. She pulls me closer and forces my face up to kiss me. Her tongue quickly slips in and taps mine, before slipping out again in an unfair game of tag.

“I’m trying very hard to keep this picnic sisterly, but when we get home…” she rubs her hands up my sides, and I shiver at her promise. She then resumes brushing my hair. “So, did you ever date anyone before me? I know you didn’t while I was there, but…”

“Um no. I never dated anyone.”

“Really? No one caught your eye? You were always cute as shit, and the shy thing only adds to that.”

“… I burst into tears the first time someone hit on me, and I ran away in a panic the second time. No one else tried after that.”

She stops for a moment before continuing to brush. “Huh. Okay. Well if you have no exes we can trash talk, maybe you can tell me what type of person you would like to date?”

I don’t really like this line of conversation. Is she planning to ditch me one day? “Um, I’d like to just be with you. I don’t need to date anyone.”

“Okay. Then what do you like about me? Not as a sister, but as a lover.”

I blush harder. This line of questioning is not as worrisome, but still. She wants me to verbalize what I love about her? “… um. I like that you are my sister. It means I can feel like I belong with you. And I like that you’re strong. And confident. And that you know what you want from me. Even if that can be scary sometimes, I know it’s never something you will be mad I did because you made me do it.” She interrupts me with kiss on my cheek.

“Baby doll, I definitely want you to continue later, but let’s get shallow for a bit. You are a tiny cutie pie that fits snugly on my cock. Your tits are fun to tease, your skin makes most girls jealous with how smooth it is, your skinny in a way that still leaves you with a bit of ass, and you still blush at every little thing no matter how raunchy of a situation I rail you in. Your face looks adorable every time I lay my cock on it, and you always try and do what I tell you no matter how unreasonable I’m being. Everything about you makes me want to both protect and ensure your happiness, and pound you into a submissive sex toy.” She keeps brushing my hair as if nothing happened, even as I feel my heart beat ring through my ears.

“Uh… I like, your big cock. And how strong you are. And… how I can always look up to you, especially when we have sex. I like how you have big boobs, and how you never miss a chance to have sex with me. You’re tall and athletic, and I feel safe in your arms. I like how much you fuck me, I even like how rough you are when you do it.”

“Okay. Now, as much as I like hearing the good, is there anything you’d change?”

Oh please no. Why would you ask me that?! What if I say the wrong thing? What if I criticize something that’s a deeply held part of herself? “Let me think…” her pushiness for sex? No, that makes me feel sexy and desirable. Her rudeness sometimes while pushing for it? No, she hasn’t actually done anything bad like that since she found me crying. Involving me in her vendetta against my parents? Okay, there’s potential there. But I need to make sure I word this exactly right. “… I wish you didn’t treat me… like just a prop when you want to hurt my parents.”

“… I’m sorry. I’ll try not to use you to get back at them.”

“No… that’s not what I meant.” I take a deep breath. “They gave me to you, so you can use me how you want. It’s just… you always just spring it on me. And I have to guess what you want me to do. I want to be yours, and if that means hurting them then so be it. But I want in on the plan, rather than just have you drop it on me out of nowhere.”

She stops brushing my hair. I slowly turn around, scared to see her response. She pulls me close, filling my senses with kisses and smiles. After thoroughly wrestling my tongue into submission, she pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “I want to marry you so you have my name instead of theirs. I want to impregnate you and never let them see the grandchild. I want the few times they see you to be in the most degrading position possible, so they constantly question if it was worth it. I want to fuck you in their living room on Christmas morning and have you say good morning with my cock in your mouth. And I want to make you more my family than theirs. They don’t deserve you, and I want to take you away from them completely. I know that’s fucked up, and I know you have no reason to hate them as much as I do… I just…” Sarah pulls me close and I feel her try not to cry.

This isn’t right. She’s not supposed to cry. When I cry, I always want my plushies. My toys. I try and hug her, only to remember my bound state. I nuzzle myself into her neck, and whisper into her ear. “Don’t cry. I am yours. They gave me up. I’m yours. I’ll hate them if you tell me too. I’m yours, so use me however you want, wherever you want.” It’s not poetry, but I try and infuse the words with all the sincerity I can.

Sarah pushes me over onto the blanket. Staring down at me, he can see the tears in her eyes but she seems to be quickly recovering. “However I want? All mine?” I nod shyly, standing by my words. She pulls away enough to unbutton my coat and expose my lewd bound body to the slightly chilly air. She pulls out her cock and lays it on my belly. “Say it again, baby doll.”

“…I’m all yours.” She smiles down at me.