The twins sleep straight through the night having all kinds of strange dreams.
"Emma, honey, you'd better wake up," Tyler says to her as he kisses one of her cheeks while stroking the other with his hand.
"Mmmrmph," Emma responds. She's not gagged -- she's just asleep.
"We have school today," he says, kissing her again and rubbing her belly.
"No... school..." Emma mumbles, turning over away from him.
Eventually Emma wakes up. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she sits up in bed and it takes a good few minutes for everything to register -- where she is, what she is, what really happened and what was only a dream... Feeling the gentle tug of her collar as she sits up and noticing that she's not wearing any panties she finally gets with it.
She notices that Tyler is already dressed, putting some stuff away in the cabinets. Then her eyes grow wide with fear. "Um, Ty- Master? Um, you're... you're not going to punish me for not waking up when you first told me to, are you?"
Tyler looks over at his sister and smiles. "Nah, don't worry," he says dismissively. "You're tired, that's all. No punishments this morning -- at least, not yet. But you really should get up and get ready -- we have to leave for school in 45 minutes. I'll just put this last bottle away -- these are the sleeping pills they gave me yesterday, remember?"
Emma forgot about those. The thought they might be used on her at some point makes her quite nervous.
But she's calmed when Tyler locks the cabinet he put them in and walks over to the bed. Sitting down, he kisses her on the forehead. "Did you sleep well?" he asks. "Feeling okay?"
"Yeah," she responds. "Thanks for not punishing me."
"Oh, don't be silly. Come on, sweetie, it's late, we have school." Tyler unlocks her leash from the bedframe and holds it in his hand. He waits for Emma to stand up. "Don't bother," he says, seeing her reach for her panties. "You're going into the shower anyway. Come on." She follows him obediently into the bathroom where he helps her remove her nightie and leg-warmers. "I can't get over how cute you look dressed like that," he says quietly. Once she's completely naked, he runs the shower for her. When he's satisfied that the water's warm enough he tells her to get in and locks her leash to the bar on the side of the shower. "You get yourself all nice and clean," her brother tells her. "In the meantime I'll get you some clothes to wear."
Emma showers, thinking how weird it is for her that her twin brother's telling her to shower, to get clean, and that he's picking out her clothes for her. She also starts thinking about the events of the night before. She has mixed feelings about it all.
Tyler returns just as Emma's shutting off the water. He holds a towel open for her and wraps her in it when she steps out of the shower stall. Emma stands still and allows her brother to dry her off. "Do your hair yourself, though," Tyler says. "I don't know how girls do their hair to make it all pretty -- us boys just dry it with a towel and are done with it."
"I need my hair-dryer," Emma says.
"There's a new one in the drawer here," Tyler responds, pulling it out of the drawer for her. Tyler watches her blow and style her hair. "I like that," he comments when she's done.
Emma smiles. 'When is he planning on letting me get dressed?' Emma wonders to herself, still standing there completely nude.
As if reading her mind, Tyler says, "Okay, I'll go get you some clothes now. Wait here."
'Of course I'll wait here,' Emma thinks to herself, feeling the restrictiveness of her collar and leash with her fingers.
Tyler returns a few moments later. "Here, I think you'll look nice in this." He helps her get dressed, then stands back looking. He's dressed his sister in what he knows is one of her favorite outfits -- I brown leather skirt and a white short-sleeved top. "No, I don't like it. Sorry. Take it off, I'm gonna get you something else."
Emma's disappointed -- she was happy that her brother had brought her that outfit! Despite that fact, though, she obediently disrobes once more while her brother's bringing her another outfit. When he returns, the clothes are folded neatly on the counter and his sister's standing before him wearing only her training-bra and panties.
Tyler returns and hands her the new outfit -- a white top with a jeans skirt. He stands back and watches as she silently dresses. "Yes," he says, "You look a lot nicer in that. Okay, quick breakfast and we gotta go."
Tyler keeps his sister on her leash and leads her out of the bathroom.
"Tyler -- my collar!" Emma says nervously as they approach the 'line'.
"Oh yeah, good thing you reminded me." He reaches into his pocket, produces the remote-control, presses a few buttons and pockets it again. "But call me 'Master' when we're at home and you don't have friends over, please."
"Sorry, Master," Emma says, feeling somewhat annoyed.
Tyler chains his sister to the kitchen table and prepares a quick breakfast for her -- cereal and milk, a glass of orange juice, and an orange. Apparently he's already eaten, as he just sits there watching her gobble it all down.
"Okay we gotta run," Tyler says, disconnecting his sister's leash from the table. "Your schoolbag's already by the door and I put a lunch and a snack in it for you. Brush your teeth," he commands her as he leads her into the bathroom. "Lemme check," he says once she's finished -- and kisses her on the lips while exploring her mouth with his tongue. "Yep, tastes good. Okay, let's go."
Although it may look like he's forgetting to remove her leash before they go to school, Emma doesn't think that's very likely and decides not to mention anything about it. She's right, of course. Once her schoolbag's on her back and the front door's open, Tyler tells her to hold on a second while he removes her leash. He hangs the leash on the closet-door handle and then turns his sister's collar around so that the loop is concealed by her hair. "I bet the other girls are gonna love your new necklace," Tyler says with a laugh. Emma laughs too. She'd prefer to be freed from the collar during school but doesn't think it's worth requesting. Tyler reminds his sister that the remote-control for her collar is staying in his pocket even at school. Then the twins walk to school together.
As they approach the school building Tyler says, "Oh, Emma, I forgot to mention -- I saw Mom this morning. They got back very late last night. I didn't get a chance to talk to her about that thing yet, though, as she was in a rush. Hopefully I'll do it tonight." Emma's glad to hear that.
School's over. The day went by rather normally. Emma ate lunch with her friends. The lunch Tyler packed for her was quite tasty. When Trina invited her over to her house after school, Emma politely declined. She didn't know if Tyler would allow it or not, but truthfully wasn't really in the mood anyway.
Emma opens her locker to put her books away and get what she needs to take home. She's not sure if Tyler wants her to walk home with him or not -- they didn't plan either way. She doesn't really care either way, either. As her locker door swings open, though, she notices a note taped to the inside of the door.
I had to leave school early to take care of a few things. Please go straight home, I'll leave instructions for you there.
See you soon,
Emma's surprised by Tyler's 'XOXO' line -- that seems rather girlish to her. Regardless, she stuffs the note into her schoolbag, grabs the stuff she needs, and makes her way home.
As Emma walks up the front steps of her house, she sees an envelope with her name on it, taped to the door. She opens the envelope and reads the note before entering her house.
I will be back really soon. In the meantime, please do this:
Leave your schoolbag by the front door. Go to the garage, and go to the bathroom. Use the toilet. Then change clothes -- you'll notice I left another outfit for you on the counter beside the sink. Then go turn the TV on to whatever channel you want to and set the volume. Then climb inside the birdcage which I've left set up for you, and close the door. It's set to lock automatically when the door's closed, so be careful not to close the door before you're inside. Once you've done that go ahead and enjoy the TV show. And I've left a snack for you in the cage as well.
Have fun, and like I said I'll be back soon.
Emma's not too pleased with the contents of the note. But she doesn't think disobeying would be wise either. She notices her mom's car in the driveway and thinks about initiating a conversation with her before following her instructions, but when she enters the house it doesn't seem like her mom's downstairs. She could be up in her bedroom, but Emma doesn't think it would be wise to delay Tyler's instructions searching for her. Glancing again at the note still in her hand, Emma sighs and decides to just follow her orders, hoping she'll have an opportunity to talk to her mother later.
'Do I always have to wear such tight, tiny clothes?' Emma mutters to herself, annoyed, as she dons the new 'outfit'. The 'outfit' that Tyler left for her is nothing but a leotard -- pink with black stars printed on it. As she places a leg in one of the holes a note falls on the floor -- Tyler apparently left a note for her inside the leotard. She picks it up. 'Stars for my star' Tyler wrote, referring to the stars on the garment. Emma chuckles to herself, glad that Tyler's being so sweet with her. Pulling the leotard into place she looks at herself in the mirror. She tugs a bit, then decides that it might be better for her to wear it without her panties as they were a little bit visible underneath it. Tyler hadn't really instructed her either way. Without her panties on, the leotard fits smoother, but also has a tendency to ride up her butt when she turns certain ways. She decides to stay without her panties on anyway. She folds the clothes she just removed and leaves them on the bathroom counter, and then leaves the bathroom and walks to the birdcage.
Since Tyler's not home yet anyway, Emma considers remaining out of her cage a while longer. 'He won't know anyway,' she thinks as she turns the TV on. The remote-control doesn't seem to be anywhere accessible -- Tyler must've hidden it from her -- so she adjusts the channels on the front of the unit. Instead of getting into the cage, she sits down on the bed and watches from there.
During a commercial, Emma decides to take advantage of her 'freedom' in the garage and explore a bit. She tries all the drawers and cupboards, only to discover they're all locked. Disappointed, she returns to the bed to continue watching her program.
At the next commercial, though, her stomach growls, and she's reminded of the snack that Tyler mentioned in his note. She looks towards the cage and sees it there, wrapped in a napkin, placed underneath the leather-padded 'pirch'. She's reminded once more of her brother's thoughtfulness and feels somewhat guilty about disobeying him -- even without him knowing.
Emma climbs into the cage but leaves the door open for the time being. She sits on the 'pirch' and starts munching on the snack her brother left for her. She enjoys it a lot, but also feels even guiltier. So she gets up and closes the cage door with a slam before she can have any more rebellious thoughts about it. As soon as she does it, though, she regrets it -- partially. She would've prefered to preserve her freedom as long as she could. She tries pushing on the door but just confirms that it's locked securely. In a way she's glad, and in another way she's not.
Emma sits back down on her 'pirch' and continues watching the television while she finishes her snack. Just her luck -- the show ends with a brother and sister hugging. That makes her feel guilty again about not obeying immediately. As she swallows the last bite of her snack, she feels really bad and sincerely wants to make it up to her brother.
'But how?' she wonders to herself as she looks around. Locked in her cage like that, the only thing she could do that might possibly please Tyler would be to take her leotard off -- though she doesn't think she should do that since he specifically told her to put it on. She looks around some more. Then she notices something out of the corner of her eye. She's surprised she didn't notice it before -- there seems to be a plastic bag hanging outside her cage, tied to one of the bars. She gets down on her hands and knees, reaches through the bars and carefully unties the bag. She brings it into the cage and is quite surprised by what she finds.
Emma's pretty sure the bag shouldn't have reached her hands. She carefully empties the bag's contents and sorts through them. She finds four pairs of steel handcuffs -- two slightly larger than the other two; a set of handcuff keys, and three ball-gags still sealed in their plastic wrapping. Also, a small piece of paper -- the bill -- and a pencil are in the bag.
Emma looks at the stuff, wondering if she could -- and if she should -- do anything with it. She plays with one of the larger handcuffs... the arm swings around so quickly and locks itself so easily that she accidentally gets it locked on her left ankle. No big deal -- the key's right there in the bag. After unlocking it, though, she starts feeling a bit mischievous and gets an idea.
Emma's now determined to 'repay' her brother for her disobedience earlier. She hopes her plan will earn her a good reward when he returns home. She assumes that it won't be long now -- he did say he'd be back soon, and a full hour must've gone by already.
Emma uses the pencil and scribbles a note on the back of the bill. She removes her hairpins and uses one of them to attach the note to the front of her leotard, just above the left leg-hole. Then, sitting on her knees, she takes one of the larger pairs of handcuffs and cuffs her ankles together. She keeps the keys in her hand while she wraps the chain of one of the smaller pairs of handcuffs and then cuffs her wrists in it. The interlocked chains keep her wrists and ankles together.
Emma stays like that for a few moments, pleased with her work, hoping that Tyler will be too. She debates whether or not to toss the keys out of the cage yet. "Nah," she says to herself. "I can do better than this! Plus I forgot to gag myself!" Despite having the keys in her hand, it takes her a good few minutes to get herself unlocked. Not being able to see what she's doing makes it harder. While she squirms struggling with the cuffs, the note falls off her leotard.
Once she's uncuffed, Emma reattaches the note -- this time, though, to the top of her leotard over her chest. She picks a pink ball-gag -- to match her leotard -- opens the packaging and examines the clasp. Satisfied she knows how to fasten it properly, she pops the ball into her mouth and buckles it securely behind her head.
Next Emma takes the two sets of larger handcuffs and attaches one cuff of each to each of her ankles, making sure they're tight enough yet not too much so. She cuffs the other parts of those handcuffs to the bars of her birdcage which isn't as simple as she expected it to be. It requires her to spread her legs quite a bit and requires quite a lot of bending on her part to fasten her second ankle to the bar. But she manages to do so.
Emma bends at the waist to pick up the remaining two pairs of handcuffs. She locks one pair to each of her wrists. Then she reaches high above her head and attaches the vacant cuff attached to her left wrist to the highest and farthest bar she can. She has to lock the remaining cuff using only the hand it's attached to without help from her other, which again proves to be quite difficult, but after a minute or two she succeeds.
Mission accomplished. Emma's proud of herself. The strain on her limbs is a little more than she expected -- she stretched herself out pretty far. Still, she doesn't regret it, and with excited and nervous anticipation awaits her brother's return. Emma's pretty sure that given her position, the keys in her hand are completely useless now, but to remove any chance of even the slightest hope of freeing herself, she tries to toss the keys as far as possible. With her wrist chained the way it is, though, she doesn't get enough momentum in her throw and the keys fall only about a foot away from her on the floor of the cage. No matter, though -- there's no way for her to pick them up anyway.
Emma can't do anything now but wait. Trying to guess Tyler's reaction gets her quite... horny. She's pretty sure that he'll be happy about what she's done to herself. He'll most definitely take advantage of her complete vulnerability to touch her. She feels tickling sensations in her vagina as she imagines her brothers fingers exploring her folds and openings with her unable to protest. Or maybe when he reads the note he'll be upset with her for initially disobeying? She thinks that's unlikely... but maybe he'll pretend to be upset with her and punish her? Will he take advantage of her helplessness and cause her even more discomfort, to teach her a lesson? That could be fun, too! Emma tries to imagine the possibilities and gets even more horny.
She's so excited when she hears the door to the garage opening that she feels like she might faint. When she sees her mother enter the room, though, she's so disappointed!
Julia's jaw drops a few inches as she enters the room. "What the..." she remarks, surprised. Emma never thought about the possibility of her mother discovering her before Tyler did. She notices that her mother's talking on a cordless phone. Embarrassed, Emma struggles against her cuffs and murmers something unintelligible through her gag -- hoping to call her mother's attention to the keys on the floor of the cage and get her to release her.
"Looks like she's already got to that bag," Julia says into the phone. "I... I don't think there's any point in me taking it away from her now." Emma guesses her mother's talking to Tyler. "Gimme a second to check this out." Julia presses the 'hold' button on the phone and pockets it.
"My, my, my!" she says as she circles slowly, burning holes with her eyes in her daughter's little stretched body. "Tyler wanted me to take the bag that he forgot away from you and make sure you're okay -- he's running late, probably going to be another hour. I see you've been creative!" Emma squirms as her mother tickles her stomach.
When her mother's behind her, she feels her butt being touched -- first just on the cheeks, then a finger running up and down her crack. Emma murmers some more in protest, but Julia just ignores her. "I'll just leave you here for your master to deal with," she says, coming back into view. "Oh, but I'll take these." In case there was even a millionth chance of Emma finding a way to pick the keys up, Julia retrieves them from the cage floor and places them atop the TV set. "Oh, and I think you've watched enough TV for today," she says, turning the set off. Then, without any more explanation, she shuts off the lights, leaves the room, and closes the door.
Alone, completely immobile in the dark, Emma can do nothing but contemplate. She's shocked by her mother's reaction. Moreso, though, she's disappointed. She thought her 'surprise' would stay between Tyler and her -- that when she did talk with her mother later, it would be both twins together explaining to her that their game is just a game, nothing more, and that Emma can 'turn it off' whenever she likes. Now, though, that her mother's seen her put herself in more bondage of her own free will she fears it'll be more difficult to convince her mother to lighten up about it.
Emma has no idea how much time passes before the door opens again. It feels like ages. Her joints ache, her wrists and ankles are sore from the hard steel, and she's been sort of dozing off and getting rudely awakened when her body's caught by the merciless tight metal. Before the door opens, though, she thinks she hears Tyler's voice -- though she can't make out what he's saying. Hearing that she wakes up and nervously yet excitedly begins wondering what he's going to do to her now.
The door slowly creaks open, and the lights turn on with a flicker. Emma blinks a few times to allow her eyes to adjust.
"My, my, my! What have we hear?!" Tyler says approaching her, wide-eyed. "What have you done to yourself?" Tyler slowly walks around his sister's cage, examining her from all angles. "Interesting," he says. "Interesting indeed! Mom said there'd be a surprise for me when I got home, but I wasn't expecting this!" He sticks his arm into the cage and rubs his sister between the legs, from the top of her butt, through her legs, until the top of her pussy, then back again. Emma feels so violated... so good! Tyler stops abruptly. "A note!" he says, pulling it from her chest. He reads it silently. Slowly, his smile leaves his face.
"My dearest Master,
Thank-you so much for leaving me the notes, the instructions, the adorable outfit, and the delicious snack.
I feel really bad and have to tell you the truth. When I first came home I didn't do your instructions right away. I stayed out of my cage thinking you wouldn't find out anyway. Afterwards, though, I came to my senses and really felt bad. I decided to try to make it up by punishing myself for you, so I did this. I hope you like it. Do to me whatever you want.
Please forgive me.
Your loving pet,
"I see," Tyler says quietly, looking from the note to his sister, then back at the note, then back at his sister again. Emma watches. She thinks her brother really doesn't know how to react.
"Well, Emma, I must say that you do look adorable, and I do appreciate you realizing your mistake and trying to make it better. But this doesn't excuse your disobedience. And, you took those handcuffs and gag without permission, when they didn't belong to you! I... I just don't know what I should do to you."
Tyler disappears behind her. She hears him opening drawers and cupboards, but decides not even to try to look behind her, hoping Tyler will appreciate that. When he comes back into view he has a set of keys in his hand. He unlocks her birdcage and opens the door wide. To her surprise, he climbs up onto the bars, causing the cage to swing wildly (fortunately for her she's chained firmly so doesn't lose balance) as he climbs through the opening. He leaves the cage door open, of course, and stands right in front of his sister, with his hands on her hips. Emma closes her eyes in enjoyment as she feels her brother rubbing her back and behind while pressing the front of his body into hers, and licking her face and neck all over. She especially loves it when his hand presses against her vagina, gently rubbing it.
Tyler moves behind her and presses his body against her back. He kisses and licks the back of her neck and the exposed part of her upper back while his hands explore her chest, abdomen, upper thighs, and of course her pubic area. She loves it and tries to lean her head back against him.
Tyler runs his fingers up and down inside her butt-crack. She finds it so much more enjoyable when he does it, than when her mother did it!
Finally he moves back in front of her. He stops rubbing, and just wraps his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. He kisses her face and with one hand gently holds the back of her head while the other hand holds her butt.
"I love you, Emma," Tyler says. "And I really love what you did. It's really nice. And I'm not mad at you for disobeying before -- I forgive you. That doesn't mean that I won't punish you, of course. Punishing has nothing to do with whether I'm mad at you or not -- I have a responsibility to make sure you learn your lesson. I'm going to have to punish you for the bad things you did today. But I'll also reward you for the good things. Understand? Don't worry, it won't be so bad. And I'm going to leave the punishment for later tonight. First, I'd rather we just hang out and spend some time together."
Despite knowing she's going to be punished, and not having any idea what Tyler has in mind for her, she feels calm and at peace with what Tyler's just told her. She rests her head against her brother's shoulder.
"I bet you've been in here a really long time -- I think for starters I'll let you out and let you go to the bathroom."
Strange. The moment Tyler mentions the word, Emma feels she really needs to go! Tyler unlocks her left wrist and then hands the handcuff keys to her. "I want to watch you free yourself," Tyler says. "Wait 'till I'm out of the cage. Okay, you may begin now."
Emma fumbles with the key trying to find the keyhole of the other cuff. As she does so, she feels a hand on her crotch. She hasn't been watching Tyler and that catches her off-guard, causing her to drop the keys. Tyler laughs and hands them to her once more. He continues fondling her vagina while she struggles with the cuff. Finally she manages to free her second wrist.
Tyler moves behind his sister and watches as she bends down to unlock her ankles. He plays with her bottom as she's bent over, which makes it quite hard for Emma to concentrate on her ankle cuffs, but she makes no effort to try to get her brother to take his hands off of her. "Stay bent over a little longer, hold on to your ankles," Tyler instructs her once she's freed her second ankle. She obeys, staying bent over, as Tyler strokes her vagina from behind, between her legs. "It feels so nice, so soft and smooth," her brother remarks as he does so.
Finally he tells her she can climb out of the cage. As she's climbing out she feels a brief vibrating sensation on her neck, signifying that her collar's been activated. Once she's out of the cage she tries to remove her gag but finds it impossible. "The gag's locked too -- you didn't notice? And it uses a different key so don't even bother trying." Emma shrugs and looks at her brother for her next instructions. "Go to the bathroom," he commands. She obeys.
Emma relieves herself, leaving the door open as she's been conditioned. When she's done she washes her hands and returns to the garage. Tyler's waiting for her holding a pair of leather cuffs. She doesn't need to be told -- she smiles at her brother, turns her back to him and places her wrists together just over her behind.
In no time, Tyler's buckled and locked her wrists together. "You're probably sore from the steel handcuffs so I'm using leather ones on you. They're more comfortable, right?"
Emma nods, grateful for her brother's consideration.
Once Tyler's satisfied the cuffs are secure enough, he places his palms against his sister's chest -- flat against her nipples -- and pulls back, forcing her body upright. Emma feels gentle tugging on her collar as her brother attaches a leash. Finally he pulls on her shoulders, spinning her around to face him. He tightly holds her leash right where it's attached to her collar, preventing any neck-movement. He briefly rubs her chest, then allows his hand to fall to her defenseless crotch which he grabs unceremoniously -- his palm pressing into the top of her mound, his middle finger pressing into her slit and his other fingers pinching at her labia.
Tyler's touching is not loving at the moment -- it's possessive and degrading (as he intends it to be). Emma tries to squirm in protest, but can't move much. Yet after the initial shock wares off, despite herself she begins to feel aroused by the violation! When Tyler's hand briefly leaves her mound to slap at her thighs she obeys and parts them further, allowing him to violate her 'private parts' some more.
"Okay, listen up Emma," Tyler says quietly as he continues to squeeze her sex. "Like I said, I'm going to put off punishing you 'till later. Remember, though, that you deserve to be punished. One part of your punishment begins right now, though. Since you couldn't even follow a few simple instructions, we're not going to talk to Mom about our game like I said we would."
Tyler pauses, a smirk on his face, to let his words sink in. Then he repeats them. "You lost that privilege. You're going to remain as you are until I decide you deserve the discussion!"
Emma's not pleased, and makes a noise through her gag.
"It doesn't matter what you think," Tyler says, guessing at what she was trying to say, "since you're my pet, and pets don't make decisions -- their owners do."
Emma makes more, louder noises through her gag.
"Also, from now on you need my permission to talk to anyone but me. If you talk to Mom or Dad or anyone else without my specific permission, you'll be punished!"
Emma sighs. She's quite disappointed -- she was hoping to have this issue straightened out before going to bed tonight. She knows, though, that she's in no position to try and protest. All she can do is hope that as the evening progresses she'll be able to get Tyler to change his mind. For now, she tries to lean her crotch in harder against Tyler's probing fingers.
Unfortunately this causes Tyler to pull his fingers away. He gives her a rather hard slap on her posterior and says, "Have you even been listening to what I've been saying? Or are you too distracted by your horny little pussy?!"
Emma winces from the pain, murmurs something into her gag and nods her head.
She nods again.
"And you accept it?"
She nods slowly.
"Good girl." Tyler rewards her first with a pat on the head, and then with a little more touching between her legs. "Okay let's go see what's happening in the rest of the house."
Unfortunately Tyler accidentally subjects his sister to some electricity as they pass the invisible line in the room -- he forgot to deactivate her collar first. Realizing his error when he hears the buzzing, he quickly pulls her back into the room and reaches for the remote. "I'm sorry, that was an accident," he says, kissing his sister on the neck above her collar. Then he continues to lead her out of the room.
"Hi Mom," Tyler says as he enters the kitchen, his leashed, gagged and bound sister at his heals.
"Hi Tyler, hi doggie," Julia says, poking her daughter in her helpless stomach. The little girl recoils with a giggle.
"How's Uncle Tim doing?" Tyler asks, taking a seat beside his mother at the table. Emma receives no instructions as to where she can sit, so she remains standing.
"Oh, he's not doing so well. I had to come back for work, but I may need to go back there again next weekend -- or even sooner if things get worse. How did your weekend go?"
"Pretty well. Emma behaved pretty well, most of the time. When she didn't, I dealt with it."
Julia pats her son on the shoulder. "You're a good brother -- I'm very proud of you. I'm so glad we thought of this arrangement."
"So are we. Right, Emma?" He looks at her with a glare. Emma can do nothing but nod her 'agreement'.
"Dad and I invited Mr. and Mrs. Motts over for dinner a little later. I think it would be best if you kept Emma out of sight while they're here."
"Oh, are they bringing Cindy?"
"No, Cindy's spending time with her father." Cindy is a girl who goes to their school. She's two years younger than the twins -- cute, but sometimes can be quite annoying. The Motts' are close friends of the twins' parents.
"Okay I'll put Emma away before they get here. What time will that be?"
"Around eight. You can join us for dinner if you want, or have your dinner now. It's ready."
"Okay -- I guess now would be good, thanks."
Julia stands and goes to fill a plate for her son. She brings it back to the table and places it in front of him. Then she sits back down. Emma's disappointed that she hasn't been given any.
"Can I put Emma up on the table so I can watch her while I eat?" Tyler asks.
"Sure," his mother responds, moving the daily paper away from the center of the table.
Tyler helps his sister up onto the table. He has her sit on her knees, and then leans her backwards so she's supported by her bound hands behind her back.
"Wow, she sure is an adorable little thing, isn't she?" Julia comments as her son begins picking at his food.
"Yeah, better than a poodle," he responds. Both the boy and his mother laugh.
Tyler begins eating. As is usual with kids, he doesn't appreciate the adult food that much. He tastes the beans and spinach concoction, spitting it back out onto his plate when his mother's not looking. He sees that Emma noticed, though. With a grin, he reaches out to his sister and removes the ball-gag from her mouth. Emma guesses what's coming, but does nothing about it. Trying to hold back from gagging or puking, she forces herself to swallow the foul-tasting 'delicacy' as her brother shovels it in faster than... something really really fast. He enjoys the beef, but Emma gets to have the chopped liver.
By now, Julia notices what's going on and enjoys watching it. And Tyler enjoys entertaining his mother. Once Tyler's done eating everything he wants to -- after helping himself to another serving of the beef, he helps turn his sister over onto her hands and knees -- briefly unlocking her wrists and relocking them in front of her so that she can support her wait on them in this position. He gathers her hair into a ponytail for her, and commands her to lick his plate clean. Julia's amazed that she does so, down to the last morsel.
"Good doggie," Tyler compliments his sister patting her head and stroking her back and butt.
When Emma's done, she lifts her head back up. Tyler looks down at the plate. "I think you missed a spot," he says, winking at his mother. He takes the plate in his hand, makes a chhchchhchch sound and drops a very large glob of saliva right in the center of the plate. Julia laughs as Tyler puts the plate back in front of his sister and says, "Well?"
It seems that his humiliated sister forgets that she's not gagged and she could try to verbalize a protest. She doesn't though, just makes a pitiful face at her beaming mother. Emma feels Tyler's hand on the back of her head pushing her towards the plate and reluctantly lowers her head, sticking out her tongue. She laps up the gob of spit and earns herself a second helping, to her mother's delight.
"You have a little gravy on your cheek, Tyler," his mother comments.
"Oh, thanks. Emma, be a good doggie and take care of it," Tyler says with a friendly pat on her rump.
Emma hopes that he doesn't mean what she thinks he does -- it would be way too embarrassing to do in front of their mother! Even more than licking up his spit from the plate, she thinks. She tries reaching for a napkin.
Tyler grabs it away. "No, silly, doggies don't clean things with napkins! Come on!" Tyler pulls on Emma's leash to get her to come closer to him. Her heart's beating so fast, knowing her mother's watching all this. But, having no choice, she leans over to her brother, sticks out her tongue, and licks his face clean. "Good doggie," Tyler says as she does that, patting her on the rump some more. "I'm sure she wanted a taste of the beef anyway," Tyler mentions to his mother as Emma continues working on his cheeks. Feeling too embarrassed to face her mother after all this, she just continues licking his face until he tells her to stop.
At one point when her tongue's moving over his lips, he parts them for a moment and grabs her tongue between his lips, tasting it. "Ewwww!" he says, spitting it out. "Tastes like liver -- you gotta brush your teeth!" Emma pulls away, insulted. "Oh, don't feel bad, Emma, I'll get you some mouthwash in a minute. You did a real good job. Good doggie!" he says, patting her on the head and rubbing her tummy.
Tyler takes a long drink of juice from his glass to wash the liver flavor out. When he finishes the glass, he says, "Oh, I bet you're thirsty too, doggie!" Emma nods enthusiastically. "Well, you're in luck, 'cause I have to pee!" he says, taking the glass off the table and moving it towards his lap.
"No!" Emma screams, forgetting that she's not allowed to speak.
Tyler laughs. "Have you forgotten, honey, that you're not allowed to talk? I was just kidding, though! Jeez!" Tyler laughs some more. "Mom, would you mind holding this?" he asks, handing her the leash and getting up from his chair. He walks over to the fridge and comes back a little later with a bowl of apple juice, which he places in front of his sister. "Drink up, Emma. Don't worry, it's just juice," he laughs some more.
Emma bends forward and laps up the juice the best she can. Not a very effective way to drink. When she's done, she has juice all over her face. "Come here, I'll get that for you," Tyler offers, pulling her towards him by the leash. Tyler cleans her face off with his tongue.
"Thanks for giving me such a delicious pet, Mom," Tyler says, pushing his sister away from him. Their mother chuckles. "I still do have to brush your teeth and get you some mouthwash, though," he mutters. "Okay, meal's over. It's homework time for you, Emma, and we have to get you out of sight before the Motts arrive." Tyler helps his sister off the table. He briefly removes her wrist cuffs, only to recuff them behind her back. He pockets the ball-gag, and leads her by the leash to their garage.
Tyler leads his sister into their bathroom and stands beside her by the sink. He wets her toothbrush and puts a generous helping of toothpaste on it. At first he doesn't bother uncuffing her. Instead, he removes his shirt and pants and stands there only in his boxer shorts. He stands behind his sister, and tries to press his body into her back, moving her hands out of the way. It's not good enough for him, though, so he puts the toothbrush down on the counter and unlocks her wrists. "Keep your hands down by your sides," he commands his sister, pressing his body into her back and butt again. He wraps his left arm tightly around his sister's chest and tells her to lean her head back so that it's resting on him. Then, taking her toothbrush in his hand and using the mirror to guide him, he begins brushing his sister's teeth for her. While he does this, his penis is stabbing away mercilessly at the spandex covering her butt-crack.
He takes quite a long time brushing... his penis wants to make sure they're really clean. Finally, noticing the toothpaste dripping from the sides of her mouth down onto her leotard, he stops brushing and reaches for the cup. He fills it with water and holds it up for his sister to sip. She rinses her mouth a few times, and then Tyler tells her to turn around.
As she faces her brother she notices the front of his shorts tenting out, as well as what she thinks looks like a small wet spot on his shorts. She doesn't stare, though, worried that he wouldn't want her noticing. Tyler holds his sister by the back of her head and puts his lips against hers, while his other arm encircles her waist. He starts nibbling on her lips, inserting his tongue into her mouth and exploring. After a very long, passionate kiss he pulls away and says, "Yeah, that tastes real good!" Emma giggles. Seeing a bit of toothpaste on her leotard right above one of her nipples, Tyler leans over and licks it up for her, then puts his tongue back inside his sister's mouth for a little more exploration.
Tyler sighs. "I guess it's homework time," he says, sounding disappointed. He leads his sister out of the bathroom and has her sit on the floor, then locks her leash to a large ring embedded in the wall. He brings over both their schoolbags, and with him sitting on the floor beside her, the twins begin doing their homework.
"Oh, this is no good, I'll never get it!" mutters Tyler to himself, slamming his textbook closed in frustration. Emma looks up from her math homework, perplexed. She's having some difficulty with her work too, as every minute or so Tyler touches her body someplace, which she finds very enjoyable. "You're just too cute!" Tyler accuses his sister while brushing her hair away from her face. Then he closes her math textbook and says, "We're taking a break."
"Stand up," he instructs as he unlocks her leash from the wall. Tyler leads his sister over to the bed and attaches her leash to the headboard. He pats the mattress and tells her to climb up and lie down, and then he gets up on the bed beside her.
Immediately, he's all over her. Wearing only his boxer shorts, the sensations of feeling his sister's skin and her smooth, tight, sexy spandex are intoxicating. He kisses and licks her all over, and feels her all over with all of his body. Tyler becomes aware that his erection is visible tenting out of his shorts in front but he can't worry about that now. He's having too much enjoyment jabbing it at his sister's body.
Emma's enjoying their 'break' too. She too is kissing her brother wherever she can and rubbing her hands all over his skin. She wants to put a hand down his shorts but waits for his permission -- which she doesn't get yet.
The twins are panting frantically like... well, you know. Tyler grabs a blindfold and quickly fumbles with it until his sister is blind, then chucks his shorts off so he can feel his sister with those parts of his body too. He loves the way her leotard feels against his throbbing penis. At the same time, he makes sure to run his sister's nipples and butt, and especially her vagina, with his hands so that she'll enjoy the session as much as he is. Emma's in heaven, ready to agree to anything her brother asks of her!
And then she feels something wet and warm on her upper thighs as she feels her brother tense up, stop breathing for a good ten seconds, and then relax. Tyler pants like he just ran a marathon and lies down beside his sister, snuggling against her (but avoiding the wet parts).
"Tyler... Master!" Emma whispers in her brother's ear while lovingly stroking his cheeks with her hands.
Tyler awakes with a start, shooting up into a sitting position.
"Shhh, sorry for scaring you, it's just... someone's knocking on our... your door," his blindfolded sister whispers.
"Oh, yeah, thanks," he says. "Who's there?"
"It's Dad," the voice says from the other side of the locked door. "The Motts arrived -- you might want to come and say 'hi'."
"Yeah, okay Dad, in a minute," Tyler calls back from the bed. He looks down at his sister, leans to her, and nibbles on her lips some more. She kisses him back while stroking his bare back and shoulders.
Tyler gets up from the bed. He has no problem walking around completely naked since his sister's blindfolded anyway. He opens a drawer and pulls out some clean underwear and a fresh pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Then he goes into the bathroom, urinates, and splashes some cold water on his face. The night's still young and there's still lots more that needs to be done before he can go to sleep.
Next he returns to his sister and removes her blindfold. She appears to have been dozing too. Lovingly, he strokes her hair. "You'll need to change your clothes too," he says softly. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He unlocks her leash and leads her to the bathroom.
After stripping her of her leotard, he takes a warm wash-cloth and wipes his semen off his sister.
With a sigh, Tyler decides he'd better not dress his sister too sexy right now or he'll never get his homework done. So he leads her out of the bathroom and chains her naked body to the wall, and then goes to look through the drawers for something for her to wear. He comes back holding a plain gray T-shirt and a pair of panties. He helps his sister into the panties, smoothing them over her butt and crotch with his hand, and then temporarily detaches her leash so he can get the T-shirt over her head. He hugs his sister and then the two sit back down on the floor to complete their homework.
The T-shirt covers her panties when she's standing. When she's sitting -- especially sitting on the floor -- it's much harder for her to hide them, and Tyler begins teasing her about it. She can't really worry about her brother seeing her panties -- after all, he sees her completely naked all the time now! But she joins in his game, trying desparately to hide her panties every time he comments about them. Just as she thinks she's managed to cover them, Tyler reaches over and yanks her shirt up a bit, snaps the elastic of her panties, and the twins will start laughing again. Then Tyler leans over and tickles her. She giggles and begs him to stop.
"You... you forgot to say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Motts," Emma gasps between giggles, hoping maybe he'll have mercy on her and stop tickling.
"Oh yeah, damn. Well we'll never get our homework done like this anyway. I'm going to have to lock you in a cage until we're finished." Tyler gets the bird-cage and moves it to the center of the room. Then he goes to a drawer. "Here, I want you to change into this shirt," he says, handing her a small light-blue tank-top. "Too much of your cute body is covered, it's not right."
Emma's brother frees her of her leash allowing her to change shirts. The new top leaves her belly uncovered. No chance in keeping her panties covered now -- and Tyler's glad for that. He pinches her butt playfully, then walks over to the cage and opens the door. "In you go," he says, waiting for his sister, who comes up behind him, hugs him and kisses his neck before obediently climbing up the bars and into the cage. As her butt reaches Tyler's eye-level he feels it with his hand; Emma stops climbing until he's done. Once she's inside, he locks the door shut, passes her her homework and leaves the room.
"Done?" Tyler asks when he returns, about a half hour later.
"Yeah," Emma responds, glad to see her brother back and hoping they have more fun together now. "I... I can do yours for you too if you want," she offers.
"Nah, that's okay, we have more important things to do right now. We have a visitor -- well, you have a visitor."
"Who?" Emma wonders, hoping Tyler isn't planning on displaying her in her panties to whomever the visitor was. She definitely didn't want her parents, or Uncle Fred, or anyone else seeing her in her panties! Even though they covered everything a bikini swimsuit would cover, something psychological told Emma that bikinis were okay for public viewing but panties weren't.
"You'll see, all in good time," Tyler responds. Emma watches as he rummages through some drawers and removes some equipment. Once he gathers it together, he sets it down on the bed and begins attaching things to the four legs of the bed. When he's done, he opens Emma's cage and helps her out. Then he leads her by the hand to the bed.
"Wh... what are those for?" Emma asks nervously as she approaches the bed and sees that Tyler attached leather restraints to the bed's corners.
"Well they're not for me," Tyler says, laughing. "So guess who they're for."
"But... who..." Emma says, getting nervous.
Tyler stops, turns to his sister and puts his hands on her cheeks. He looks her straight in the eyes and says, "Emma, darling, you know I won't let you get hurt. You know I won't let bad things happen to you. So please just trust me. Lie down on the bed, face up."
Emma does know that Tyler won't let bad things happen to her. She's still nervous about any involvement of strangers, though. As Tyler straps her to the bed she tries to imagine what's coming.
Once she's immobile, Tyler climbs onto the bed himself. He lies on top of his sister and puts his mouth on hers, kissing her passionately. That helps to calm her. Then, as their lips part, he suprises her by stuffing a ball-gag into her mouth. She's surprised and disappointed, but obediently lifts her head so that he can buckle the gag behind her with ease. Next, he puts a blindfold on her. Then he leaves her.
"Hi doctor, thanks so much for coming," Emma hears her brother say. They exchange a few more pleasantries. Emma feels the bed bouncing and guesses the doctor must be putting some of his equipment down. She assumes the creaking noise is him opening a briefcase.
'Why is the doctor here? I don't need a doctor!' Emma wonders to herself nervously. She tries to whisper something to Tyler through her gag, but it goes unnoticed.
"These are going to have to come right off -- at least off one leg," the doctor says, tugging at the waistband of Emma's panties.
'What's he going to do to me?' Emma asks herself, extremely nervously. She starts to voice her opposition and struggle against her binds.
Tyler tries to calm her by stroking her face with his hands. "Please, Emma, try to be still. It will be over soon, and shouldn't hurt at all. Would you prefer to be asleep while the doctor checks you?"
Emma shakes her head 'no' vehemently.
"Okay, so try to lie still. Don't be afraid. Nothing bad's going to happen to you." Tyler helps the doctor unstrap one of Emma's legs and pull her panties down and off that leg. Emma's terrified and wants to kick the males with her leg while it's free, but somehow manages to control that desire long enough for them to have her leg strapped in place again.
The doctor repositions the straps so that her knees are bent and her legs are spread wider. Tyler stands by Emma's head and holds her hand. "You can squeeze my hand if you're scared or uncomfortable," he whispers in his trembling sister's ear. She squeezes hard as she feels fingers and then a cold, hard object prying her young labia apart.
"Yeah, lots of her hymen's still intact," the doctor says after peering into the young girl's vagina for a minute. "I'll remove it, but it'll hurt a bit. Want me to freeze it first?"
"Yeah, how can you do it?" Tyler asks.
"Well, the easiest way would be to just knock her out completely with an injection. The procedure would only take a minute or two and she'd be awake and back to normal in twenty to thirty minutes. If you don't want to do that I can spread a cream there and we'd have to wait ten or fifteen minutes for it to take affect, and even then it wouldn't remove the pain completely. Plus she'd still feel the discomfort of the instruments and stuff."
Emma is so scared! She doesn't want any of this. She doesn't understand why Tyler's putting her through all this. She definitely doesn't want to be put to sleep, and is shocked when she hears Tyler deciding on that.
"Sorry, Emma, I know you're scared of that, but it really is the best choice for you and I'm responsible for you, I have to look out for you."
"I'll also draw some blood for you while she's out," the doctor says as Emma shakes uncontrollably while hearing him rummaging through his bag for equipment. "I'll take it to my lab and make sure that contraception injection we gave her really is working. Okay I can give her the anesthetic injection anywhere there's a vein, really, where do you prefer it?" The doctor clips something on Emma's big toe which starts monitoring her pulse with audible beeps.
"Oh, um, somewhere where the mark won't show," Tyler decides. "Maybe the bottom of her foot?"
"Okay," the doctor says, preparing the needle.
Tyler sees Emma crying and strokes her face to comfort her. "Don't worry, honey, I'll be right with you the whole time. The needle won't hurt because the doctor is putting that cream on your foot. Just try to hold still and you'll be having sweet dreams in no time."
The cream works, and Tyler continues stroking his sister's face until he sees she's lost consciousness. As the doctor picks up the scalpel Tyler looks away, concentrating on his sleeping sister's face.
"Okay, that's done, no more hymen," the doctor says. Tyler's impressed -- only about a minute's passed. The doctor draws a few vials of blood from sleeping Emma's foot, labels them, and puts them into his briefcase. "I should have the results in a day or two. You shouldn't have anything to worry about. She'll probably be a little sore from today's procedure for a day or two, but after that she'll have no problems fucking all day long if you like. I noticed she has a nicely developed clit, you should be able to get her really horny."
When Emma wakes up, she's lying in the bed and the room is dark. She notices that her hands and feet aren't bound anymore, and she's neither gagged nor blindfolded. Her leash is locked to the headboard, though. Touching her body, she realizes she's now wearing some kind of nightgown above a bra and panties. Tyler must have changed her clothes while she slept. She rolls over onto her side. She feels pain in her crotch and tries to get comfortable. Then she notices Tyler bent over a desk in the corner of the room, trying to finish his homework by the light of a dim desk lamp.
Before she has a chance to call out to him, Tyler notices that she's woken up and rushes to her side. He runs his fingers through her hair and says, "How're you feeling?"
"Okay, I guess. A little sleepy. And my vagina hurts."
Tyler leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Poor thing," he comments. "The doctor said this cream would help you with the pain -- want me to put some on you?"
"Um, yeah, okay, thanks," Emma responds. Tyler turns on the reading light that's beside the bed. Emma lifts her bottom allowing Tyler to lift her nightgown up and pull her panties down. She stays perfectly still as she feels Tyler's soft fingers gently parting her lips and smearing the cream inside her with his finger, and he was right -- the cream does help to ease the pain.
"How does that feel?" Tyler asks when he's done applying the cream.
"Much better," Emma says, thanking him. She reaches out for her brother's face, and when Tyler moves it close to hers she sits up a bit and kisses him on the cheek. "Thanks."
"Anything for you, Emma," Tyler responds, kissing her on her cheek and neck. Tyler smoothes Emma's nightgown back over her panties, and then gently puts his hand flat against the silky translucent fabric that covers her stomach while displaying her navel nicely. "Need anything else?"
"I... I dunno... what did that doctor do to me? And why?"
Tyler climbs over Emma and sits on the bed cross-legged. He motions for her to place her head in his lap and begins stroking her face and hair when she does so. "Well, you know how it hurt a bit when we... you know... fucked... last night, for the first time?" Tyler whispers the word 'fucked'.
"Well, God makes little girls with 'seals' on their pussies, to prove they've never been opened before -- the same way that when you buy stuff in a store it's sealed until you open it. We call that 'seal' a cherry -- doctors call it a hymen, don't ask me why."
Emma knows exactly what her hymen is (or was)... she was taught about it in sex-ed at school. Still, she lets Tyler finish his explanation. She was so upset before that she didn't catch on that the doctor came to remove the remainder of her hymen.
"Anyway, the first time a girl gets fucked, her 'cherry' gets 'popped' and it usually bleeds and hurts. They told me at the Association, though that often -- especially with girls who aren't yet in their teens -- not all the cherry gets popped the first time and the fucking can continue to hurt and bleed for many more times after the first one. So they recommended getting the doctor to check and remove whatever's left. Which is why he came over.
"So, we'll have to wait a couple of days until it heals completey, but after that you'll really like fucking. We'll be able to do it all the time."
Emma guesses that's a good thing. "What about the shot I got at that place?" Emma asks, seeing her brother's being generous with explanations.
"Oh, that's just to make sure you can't have babies from us fucking. Even though you still haven't gotten your period, we don't want to be taking chances. This way, we can fuck anytime we want to without having to worry. The shot lasts for three months, so once in three months you get one until you want to have a baby -- then you stop."
Emma wonders to herself whether she should tell Tyler that he shouldn't be making drastic changes to her body like either of those two procedures without her consent. She decides not to mention it now, since it's unlikely he's going to do anything more to her in the near future and she doesn't want to ruin the atmosphere. Instead, she looks up at her brother and says, "Master, I love how you take such good care of me. Thank-you!"
Tyler rubs her neck and chest and bends down to kiss her on the chin.
"Well I guess we should go to bed," Tyler says after a few minutes of silently stroking his sister's upper body.
"Okay... but... um... I'm kinda hungry."
"Oh, yeah, you didn't have much dinner. Okay don't worry, I'll go get you something. And real food this time," he says with a wink.
"Thanks," she says, kissing his bare knee before lifting her head so that he can get up.
Tyler returns a few minutes later carrying a tray in his hands. He sets the tray down on the table and picks up the plate, fork, knife, and napkin, and carries them over the the bed where Emma is.
"Um, can I go to the bathroom first?" Emma asks her brother.
"Sure," Tyler says. He returns the stuff to the tray and goes back to his sister. He has her sit up and tip her head to the side. He brushes her hair away from her neck, turns the collar a bit, and disconnects the leash from her collar.
Nothing but the collar is locked to her body now. Emma knows that she's still far from free -- with the shock collar on, she can never leave the garage. She stands up, hugs and kisses her brother, and then scampers off to the bathroom. She leaves the door open and urinates, washes her hands, and returns to the garage carrying her panties in her hand. "There's blood on them," she says. Her vagina's prominently visible through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, and Tyler knows that she knows that. Yet she makes no attempt to cover herself. Tyler's proud of how he's trained her.
Tyler takes the panties from her and tosses them in the hamper. He opens a drawer and takes out a fresh pair of plain white cotton panties and hands them to her. She thanks him and steps into them. Once they're in place, she returns to sit on the bed and Tyler carries over the plate of food.
After placing the food in her lap, Tyler returns to the tray and gets the glass of juice. He brings it back to the bed and sits beside her, holding the glass for her. He rubs her back while she eats. "Take your time," he says when he sees how hungry she really is.
When she's finally done, she thanks her brother. Then, feeling in a good mood, she says, "Can I have some of your spit for dessert?"
Tyler laughs and tickles her side, then grabs her and leans her backwards. He puts his face above hers and makes a 'chchchch' sound. Emma giggles and opens her mouth wide, getting rewarded a few seconds later with a huge ball of saliva falling directly into it. Emma leaves her mouth open for a second so that Tyler can see her moving her tongue around 'tasting' his spit, then she closes her mouth and swallows loudly.
"Mmmm," she says, licking her lips.
"There's more of that," Tyler says, laughing.
"Great!" says Emma. She opens her mouth wide again and waits. Tyler does his best to gather as much saliva as he can in his mouth and plops it into his sister's waiting mouth. After watching his sister swallow his saliva a third time, he lifts her up a bit towards him, bends down himself, and puts his lips on hers. The twins kiss passionately.
While they're really enjoying the closeness, both twins begin to yawn. "Come on," Tyler says, pulling at his sister's hand. The twins go to the bathroom and brush their teeth. Emma asks Tyler if he'd mind if she urinated while he was in there. He consents and watches as she pulls down her panties, sits on the toilet, and does her business.
"My turn," Tyler says as she's washing her hands. "Only you don't get to watch -- look away." Carefully, he makes sure his back's turned on Emma. He unzips his fly, lets his penis out and urinates.
The twins return to the bed, sit down, and hug and kiss some more. Tyler pulls the covers back and Emma swings her legs up. He pulls the covers over them. Then he reaches for something above Emma's head -- she doesn't notice what it is first, but finds out soon enough: Tyler locks the leash to his sister's collar. Once that's secure, he turns out the light and lies down beside her. They embrace and continue petting each other and kissing.
As Tyler's drifting off to sleep, Emma whispers, "Master?"
"Yeah?" Tyler says, fighting sleep.
"You forgot to punish me for before... you said you'd punish me later."
Tyler laughs. "You're reminding me to punish you? Well... I think I'm gonna forgive you this time. I dunno. I'll save this punishment for another time... one day when I feel like punishing you and have no good reason, I'll use this."
Both twins laugh. They embrace some more, falling asleep in each-other's arms.
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