Your Step Sister, Amy

"Hey bro, I know you're home," Amy's voice calls in from the garage. It is echoed by the sound of the garage door closing, followed by the creak of the laundry room door closing. Amy gasped as she saw you sitting there, trussed up to a chair in all your glory.

For a moment she was worried, thought there might be a burglar in the house. Then she saw something on the dining room table that you hadn't thought to close up before you'd finished binding yourself. Your laptop sat out, opened to a page on self bondage, instructions for your chair tie....and more.

Blinded through the sleep mask, you couldn't see much, just the change in light as Amy flipped on a sleep lamp. You could hear better than you could see. And currently you could hear Amy's boots click-clacking around the room, across the hardwood. You heard a slight giggle as she moved further, likely noticing your box of toys. Your cheeks were bright red as you heard Amy walk further away, footsteps disappearing down the hall. Had she decided to ignore you? But you actually needed help now. The key was on the floor.

"MMMPH?" You give a questioning gagged gasp for help, wondering why Amy wasn't doing anything. The sound filled the whole room, making you sheepishly dip your head.

Eventually the click-clack of Amy's boots returned, alongside the rustling of fabric. There was a weighty fwumph as Amy set down a collection of something down on the table behind you. Finally, the footsteps moved around to in front of you. You could feel the heat radiating off of Amy, see the shadow she cast over you.

"Heh....quite the set up, little bro....and I do mean little," Amy teased, likely referring to your now flaccid manhood. She made no move to remove the blindfold or gag, something about the tone of her voice made it seem like she delighted by your situation. Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising. You and Amy had fought a lot, always tried to get each other into trouble. It had kind of stopped since your step-sister went to college, but now it seemed she was seeing an opportunity to finally one-up you in the sibling rivalry.

"You know, this kinda reminds me of that story around school....the guy they caught sneaking around the locker room my freshman year," Amy began to talk, walking around behind you. She began to undo the ropes around your waist. Was she actually freeing you? The ropes fell off easily. "The cheerleaders overpowered him....tied him up..."

Amy smirked, watching as your pecker twitched as she spoke. Slowly the rope pulled away as you recalled your fantasy. Something soft, yet rigid beneath the surface went around your waist in place of the ropes. You began to panic as it tightened, slowly and surely, pressing against your sides. You felt it becoming harder to take deep breaths. Behind, Amy waited, smirking to herself.

"And once he was all tied up....they decided to dress him up as a girl," Amy snickered, giving one last pull on the laces of what she had **** around your waist. Your eyes went wide and you gave a panicked gasp, before sucking in quick short breaths. Suddenly you recalled the Halloween costumes that you had to move out of Amy's closet. An old witch costume from three years ago, which featured a black corset, likely the same one that was now squeezing your waist.

"So Doe, ready for a little game of dress up while mom and dad are away?" Amy asked, knowing you couldn't answer as she tied off the strings. Amy had always delighted in calling your various girl's names, just to get on your nerves. Sally, Missy, Doe, Jane....she had a dozen, but always seemed to enjoy watching you blush at the name Doe.