Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2017 16:06:24 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Our Favorite Little Game - Chapter 1 OUR FAVORITE LITTLE GAME (ff, bond, light d/s, inc) Hi. I'm Trisha. I grew up in a great town with a great family and went to a great school. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a pretty normal girl. There's really nothing in my upbringing or childhood to suggest anything out of the ordinary, so I guess my story could really have happened to anyone! Come to think of it, that would be great if it did! I don't want to get too far ahead of myself though, so maybe I should start off with some background. My family consists of my mom, dad, and my twin sister Tammi. We were born eight minutes apart, with me being the older one. She keeps telling me I'm not really older - that 8 minutes doesn't count. I just shrug it off though because I know it does. It really bugs her! Anyway, as you can guess, Tammi and I are pretty close. It just kind of works out that way when you have a twin. You're always around each other, and you grow up together, figuring life out together. We were always playing together, you know, the usual games like house and dress-up and hide-and-seek and all that. We loved games. Sometimes we'd make up games and give each other rules on how to play them. Like there was one game where one of us would hide something from the other - usually a favorite stuffed animal or something - and we'd leave a series of clues for the other to find to see if she could find the animal. We'd get really creative and try and make the games harder and the clues more cryptic and harder to find. We really had a lot of fun. Probably our favorite game we played was one where we would tie each other up and see if we could escape. I don't know where we got the idea - maybe from watching Saturday morning cartoons or something. It was just another one of those rainy day games when we were bored and had nothing else to do. I can't even remember how old we were when we started playing it - maybe seven or eight. It was totally innocent and we were always careful not to tie each other too tight so we wouldn't hurt ourselves. We'd get really creative with this game too, but that was a little later, maybe when we were nine or ten. I remember I would tie Tammi to a chair in one room, and then I would go hide in another room not too far away. I would wait to see if she could escape, and then she would have to come find me. If she found me, then it was her turn to tie me up and then go hide. For some reason we really liked this game. Neither of us really knew why, but every time we were bored, we would run through our list of games going, "Nah, nah, nah..." until one of us suggested this one. Then immediately we'd brighten up and go, "Yeah!" It really was a lot of fun, and in lots of different ways. I really liked tying Tammi up, making sure it would be really hard for her to escape. I kinda liked the fact that she was tied up - then she couldn't do anything to annoy me. And for some reason I really liked hiding and waiting too. I didn't know why, but I'd get a little funny feeling in my tummy as I imagined Tammi squirming and struggling, trying to get free. I always liked to pretend she couldn't get free. But she always did. And in a way, it was kind of fun being tied up too. Tammi always tied me in a way that felt really firm, and if I pulled too much, the knots only got tighter. But if I relaxed a little, I could always find a way to loosen things up and get free. It was always fine while I stood, laid, or sat still while she tied me up, but as soon as she left the room, I would get that little funny feeling in my tummy again as I realized I couldn't move and would have to get creative to think of a way to escape. The feeling was strange - I can't really describe it. It was like frustrating and anxious, but exciting and thrilling all at the same time. Judging by Tammi's expression whenever I suggested we play the game, she probably got that same feeling too. It was probably why we wanted to keep playing it so much. I know it sounds like kind of a weird game for kids to play, but we really enjoyed it. After a while though, we kind of started to get the impression that it was weird and maybe we shouldn't be doing it. It was still a pretty innocent game, but I don't think we really realized the effect it was having on us. Those feelings we got - that funny swimmy feeling in your tummy - only got stronger as we got older, like 11 and 12. It got to the point where we'd want to play it all the time, but we kinda realized maybe our parents shouldn't know. So then we pretty much only played it when they were away from home, either at work or at friends' houses. Come to think of it, Tammi and I even tried to introduce the game to some of our friends. They'd always think we were weird for wanting to play it, but we'd insist. We'd play it when we slept over at friends' houses, only after their parents went to bed. I don't think many of our friends were as into it as we were, because by that point we were pretty good at it and our friends would never be able to escape! They would just sit there or lay there, all tied up for nearly a half hour until they'd finally call out that they surrendered and needed help getting free. Tammi and I were always disappointed whenever that happened, but for the 30 minutes that our friend was tied up, you can be sure we loved that funny feeling we got, imagining her squirm around and struggle on the floor! I think it was maybe when we were about 12 or 13 that I noticed the game start to take a really strange turn. Or was it that I just started to notice certain feelings I hadn't noticed before? I can't remember. But I do remember being about that age and thinking that being tied up just wasn't enough. I had just finished tying Tammi to a chair and stood back to look at her. She looked like she was pretty immobile and I asked her if she could move and she said no. "Hmmm..." I said, putting my hand against my chin like older people did. "Something's missing," I said, narrowing my eyes at her. Then a smile spread across my face. I took off behind her and went around to my dresser. "What? What are you doing Trish?" Tammi called out, trying to twist her head around to see what I was doing. "You'll see," I said, finding what I was looking for and hiding it behind my back as I slowly walked up behind my sister. In my hands I had a long silk scarf. "Open your mouth," I said. "What?" Tammi said, still trying to turn her head to see. "What are you doing?" "Just open your mouth," I said. Tammi sighed and slumped her shoulders, giving up trying to see me. Then I saw her mouth open. Quickly, I stretched the scarf between my hands, bringing it up and over her head and right across her open mouth. It took her a second to react, and by the time she did, I was already tying a knot behind her head, securing the scarf in place. "Huuuunnnh! Iiiifhhh! Huunngoo gooiingh?!" Tammi squealed. I couldn't help it. I was grinning from ear to ear. I didn't know why. I walked around in front of her to look at her. I was still grinning but I was trying not to by biting my lower lip. It didn't work. I couldn't quite describe the feeling I got seeing my sister tied up with a gag in her mouth. It was kinda like the feeling I got hiding and waiting for her, but stronger. Better. More... pleasurable? It was weird and I tried not to think about it as I bit my lip, still trying to contain my grin. "There," I said. "That's better." She just looked at me, breathing heavily and panting through her gag. My tummy was swirling like crazy and I felt little tingles of electricity all over my body. I couldn't help it, but I just stood there and stared at her. She looked confused, and maybe even started to blush a little, but I just couldn't pull my eyes from her. She just looked so... so... cute like that. I couldn't really explain it. After I realized I'd been standing there, staring at her for nearly a full minute, I came back to reality. "Well... good luck!" I said cheerfully and dashed off. The whole time I was hiding and waiting for her, I couldn't stop thinking about the way she looked all tied up with the gag in her mouth. It gave me such a funny feeling that welled up within me and got bigger and bigger as I waited. It was frustrating! Why couldn't I stop thinking about it? I noticed that the feeling was subdued a bit when I squeezed my legs together. So the whole time I waited, I sat, letting the feeling get bigger and bigger, and then squeezing my legs together. I did this over and over until she found me. When it was my turn to get tied up, she did the same thing to me, and pulled the scarf across my mouth, tying it around the back of my head. I got that funny feeling in my stomach again and shifted around in my chair, trying to alleviate it. But Tammi didn't stop there. Soon she brought another scarf around in front of me and this time stretched it across my eyes, blindfolding me. This was new! She was getting creative. I heard her walk around in front of me, like I had done with her. "So, can you move?" she asked. I pulled a little on my bonds. Nothing. I shook my head. "I didn't hear you," she said. I knew she just wanted to hear me try to talk through my gag. "Hnng-Nnngg," I grunted. "Okay, good," she said. I waited, listening for her to run off and hide, but she wasn't. She was still there, in front of me, just looking at me, like I had done to her. I started to get that funny feeling again. Why was Tammi still looking at me? Did she get that same feeling I got when I was looking at her? I felt my heart start to beat faster and a weird, swimmy feeling in my stomach get stronger and stronger. Or was it somewhere below my stomach? I couldn't tell. It got so strong to the point I had to shift around in my seat again. Only I couldn't shift very far. I tried to press myself hard against my seat and I found that helped a bit. I couldn't help it. I was squirming and struggling, and probably grunting too, and then I realized Tammi was still there. She was watching me do all this. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me and realized how I must have looked to my sister. Tied up, gagged, and blindfolded, squirming and grunting, completely helpless. I sat panting, and felt my face start to flush. "Okay, I'm leaving now," Tammi said. "Good luck!" She had the same cheerful tone I did when I left her earlier. Trying to get free of those bonds was one of the most exciting and frustrating things I could ever remember doing to that point. There was something about being gagged, about being blindfolded, about my sister watching me as I squirmed in that helpless state. I remember pressing myself really hard against my seat over and over, and I remember it feeling really good. It took me a long time to get free and my head and my body were filled with such strange, yet such pleasurable thoughts and feelings. I couldn't quite describe it, and I was almost disappointed when I felt my wrists get loose. From that point on, whenever Tammi and I played the game, we always gagged each other and almost always blindfolded each other. And we continued to find really creative ways of tying each other up as well. One time I tied Tammi while she was standing up, tying her arms behind her back, her ankles and knees together, and then some ropes around her midsection, and secured her to the corner of her bedframe. Another time Tammi tied me up in a little ball, with my knees curled up against my chest and my wrists tied to each of my ankles. And another time I tied Tammi face down on her bed, and tied each of her ankles to a different bedpost. I think it was that one where the really weird thoughts started to come to me. I looked at her, face down, arms behind her back, legs spread, and gagged and blindfolded. She looked so helpless and so vulnerable. I could do anything I wanted to her, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I guess I'd been thinking these thoughts for a while by that point, but for some reason there was something about that particular position she was in that made it more apparent. She was in her pajamas and I could see the slight curve of her bottom as she lay face down on the bed. I suddenly got the urge to walk over and yank her pajama bottoms down - just to see how she'd react. She'd be embarrassed, that's for sure. But she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I really, really wanted to do it. But I didn't. I thought it would be too weird. But as soon as I made up my mind not to do it, I stood there, looking at her, and let the whole scenario unfold in my head. I would walk up to her, pull down her pajama bottoms, and I would see her underwear. The swirly feeling intensified. Would she scream? Would she struggle? She wouldn't be able to scream very loud, and she wouldn't be able to struggle very much. I could sit there on the bed, looking at her underwear, and she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. What then? Maybe I would spank her. Tell her she was a bad girl. I'd never spanked anyone before. Her bottom looked round. I bet it would be soft. I don't know how long I stood, thinking about all this. I don't know why I did either, but I couldn't stop myself. I realized I had been squeezing my legs together tightly and decided I had better go hide. And then, the whole time I was hiding I kept thinking about Tammi laying there and imagining myself pulling her pants down to look at her butt. My sister had a really nice butt (then again, so did I), and it had been a while since I'd seen it. Well, I guess I'd kinda seen it whenever she wore her swimsuit, but that was different. That was intentional. There was something about the idea of seeing her butt in her underwear that was really exciting. It was more... private, I guess. Anyway I kept thinking about what her butt looked like in her underwear while the rest of her was all tied up. That funny feeling was getting stronger and stronger and soon I was squeezing my legs together really hard and rocking back and forth slightly. It felt really good, so I closed my eyes and imagined the scenario in even more detail. Pretty soon my hips were bucking uncontrollably and I was breathing heavily, practically panting. I had no idea what came over me! Suddenly I heard footsteps coming my way and froze. Tammi was free! I quickly tried to compose myself just as she found me. I was completely flustered and out of breath, barely able to put two words together. What had gotten into me?! "Your turn!" Tammi said cheerfully. I was still out of breath and my nerves were all jittery when Tammi told me she wanted to tie me to a chair. I tried to act as casual as I could, but as she was tying me up I was having a really hard time controlling my body. My nerves were completely on edge and that swimmy feeling was stronger than ever. I tried to control my breathing as best I could, but it was almost impossible. Tammi had to notice. By the time she had me gagged and blindfolded, I was squirming in my seat. I couldn't help it. I knew she could see me but it was impossible not to move. It was like I had the strongest itch I'd ever had in my life and I needed to scratch it somehow. But how? I didn't even know what was itching! I just sat there squirming for a while until I heard Tammi leave. I didn't even want to try to escape. I loved being tied up. All I wanted to do was think about Tammi tied up on that bed, me pulling her pants down and looking at her butt while she couldn't do anything about it. By now I was squirming so hard I was grunting. I tried to be as quiet as I could, but it was so difficult! Then I found that when I sat up straight and wiggled my hips around, it felt really good. I did that for a while and soon I was bucking my hips against the chair, hard. I was grunting as quietly as I could. I kept thinking about Tammi's butt, wondering what her panties looked like. Then I had a crazy idea. What if I pulled her panties DOWN?? As I thought about doing this, the most wonderful sensation came over me and I bucked my hips as hard as I could against the chair. It was like something in me exploded and I shuddered over and over, gasping for breath. When it was over, I just sat there for a minute or two, basking in what was the most incredible feeling I'd ever experienced. It was simply mind-blowing and I had no idea what happened. Eventually I started trying to get free, and as I did I noticed that my underwear was really wet. When I finally got my hands free, I slipped my hand into my panties and found it completely drenched in liquid. What was this?! I knew I hadn't peed, and then I realized I was incredibly sensitive down there to the touch. Suddenly it began to dawn on me... I had just had an orgasm! It was a weird and thrilling realization. Thrilling because I'd always wondered what an orgasm was like, and now I knew. It was awesome! But weird because I had it while tied up and thinking about my sister being tied up. It was a little confusing to realize that your first sexual experience concerned thoughts of your own sister, but I decided not to think too much about it. I was in the middle of a game and I needed to find Tammi! As I got up from the chair, I noticed a distinct smell that was somehow coming from me. I put my hand back in my underwear, pulled it out, and sniffed it. That was the culprit! Somehow my orgasm made me smell really funny, and it kind of got me excited again. I tried to push it aside for the time being and focus on my task at hand - finding my sister. When I found her she asked what took so long and I just babbled something about how good she tied me up. I was probably a mess and she was giving me these funny looks. I don't think she knew quite what I was up to though. We played another round and this time I tied Tammi up pretty simply - sitting on the floor with her knees raised and her hands tied together around the backs of her thighs. When she was gagged and blindfolded, I stuck around for a minute or so, watching her squirm. Somehow it was doing the trick and getting me excited all over again. I think she knew I was watching her, so I finally told her I was leaving and took off to go hide. I must've tied her up pretty good because it took her a while to come looking for me. When she did, she had kind of a funny look on her face. And what's more, I detected that funny smell again - only this time it was coming from her! Had she done the same thing I did? Did she have an orgasm too?? I started thinking about the way she was tied up, and her hands were kind of close to her crotch. Maybe she rubbed herself with her hands. I had to find out for sure. I made a mental note for next time to keep her hands away from her crotch and to spy on her a little longer. Just as we had agreed to play another round, we heard our parents coming home. We scrambled to put all our little "toys" away and tried our best to look normal. But there was something about that time that marked a turning point in our enjoyment of the game. I, for one, enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than before since I now associated it with sex and orgasms. I don't think Tammi was quite at that point, but I suspected she found a new kind of thrill in the game as well. For the next couple days I couldn't stop thinking about how awesome that game had been and all the wonderful things I'd felt. I also couldn't stop thinking about that image of my sister tied up the way she was on the bed. But not only on the bed - any way she was tied up got me excited! It got to the point where I couldn't wait to play the game again with her. It was about another week before we were able to play again while our parents went out to dinner. I could hardly wait to get started. I asked Tammi who should go first and she said she wanted to again. I practically felt my stomach do a flip I was so excited! I had been thinking about this a long time and I had the perfect plan. I wanted to tie her up on the bed again, kind of like the way I did last time, only a little different. I tied her hands together in front of her, then I blindfolded and gagged her. Then I had her lay down on the bed on her stomach, kind of diagonal. I stretched her hands up over her head and tied them to one corner bedpost, then I took her left ankle and pulled it down, tying it across to the diagonnally opposite bedpost. Then I took her right leg and pulled it down off the bed and placed her foot on the floor. I put a rope around this ankle too and pulled the other end up to the front bed post so she couldn't pull it back on the bed. Then I stood back and looked at her. It was an unusual pose, and I'm sure she was wondering what I was thinking the whole time. But her hips were placed right at the edge of the mattress, and with one foot on the floor and one on the bed, I knew she probably felt pressure from the edge of the mattress between her legs. My heart started beating really fast as I looked at her, wishing I was tied up like that. She pulled and squirmed lightly, making my excitement grow by the second. I watched her hips move around gently and then had an urge I couldn't control. I grabbed her pajama bottoms with both hands and yanked them down to her thighs. She squealed immediately as I watched her panties come into view and her butt cheeks jiggle slightly. My heart instantly skipped a beat. "Good luck!" I yelled playfully and dashed out of the room loudly, making a show of the fact that I was leaving. But there was no way in hell I was leaving! After I got out of the room, I very softly and quietly began to tip-toe back into the room. When my sister came into view, tied up, face down on the bed, pajama bottoms pulled down to her thighs, I felt the most incredible thrill rush through my entire body. I don't know what it was, but there was something about seeing her there like that that got me more excited than I could ever remember being. My stomach tightened up, my heart beat fast and heavy, and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. But most importantly, I felt an itch between my legs. A heavy, intense, throbbing itch that made me squeeze my legs together hard. I watched as Tammi struggled a bit, pulling on each of her ropes, grunting softly. Then she went limp. I bit my lip, waiting... waiting... and then, ever so softly, her hips began to press gently against the bed. Then they did it again, and again. My heart began to beat faster and I pressed my hand between my legs to alleviate the growing pressure. Then Tammi shifted her hips a little more so they were right over the edge of the mattress. Then, and I will never forget this image, she flexed her butt cheeks hard and tight, pressing herself firmly against the edge of the mattress, and exhaled with a heavy, breathy grunt. My eyes widened and my jaw fell open. There was something about the way she moved that affected me like nothing else. Then she did it again. And again. My eyes were fixed on her round butt as she flexed her cheeks over and over, wrinkling her panties up each time she did. Her breathing got heavier and soon she was slowly, but rhythmically pumping her hips against the edge of the mattress. I could barely believe it. I was watching it. My sister was masturbating against the mattress right in front of me. And she had no idea I was watching. So many things were rushing through my body right then. So many exciting, wonderful, thrilling feelings. I'd never been so excited, or I think so aroused, in my entire life. Her movements were so sexy, so primal. Soon her hips started to churn and gyrate against the edge of the mattress as they pumped. And I could not take my eyes off her butt. Watching it squeeze and flex and wrinkle up her panties over and over... God. It was affecting me in ways I never imagined. And then, she was moving faster. And her breathing got heavier. Her hips were undulating and thrusting and flexing fast and urgently and the sound of her breath coming heavy and fast through her gag was so sexy. And then she grunted, not loud, but forcefully. And her hips flexed hard and stayed there, and suddenly I knew. She was having an orgasm. She relaxed her butt cheeks and then flexed them again hard and tight, her whole body tense, and then she started shaking and trembling all over, her hips quaking, her butt cheeks like hard jello. Again. And Again. My God. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. And then her hips were grinding slowly, and then they stopped. She was panting through her gag, catching her breath. I was stunned. I never thought any sight could be so incredibly thrilling. I don't think I'd ever been so on edge in my life. I wanted to bring myself to an orgasm desperately. But then, I saw Tammi start to pull at her bonds and I knew she was going to get free and come look for me. Crap! I had to hide! As quietly as I could, I tip-toed back out of the room and found the quickest, easiest place to hide that I could. I was still trembling from witnessing that incredible scene and I had no idea how long it would take me to calm down. When Tammi found me, I was clearly frazzled and stuttering. She looked at me funny, but I don't think she suspected anything. At least I hope not. "You punk! You pulled my pants down!" she cried, but I could tell she wasn't really mad because she had a half smile on her face. "Yeah, well... I wanted to give you a reason to get free quicker. Guess it didn't work though," I said, winking at her. She blushed a little at that. "Whatever. It's your turn. Get your back against that bedpost," she said. I could feel myself throbbing between my legs as she tied me up, my hands behind me around the back of the bed post. She tied my feet together too and all I could think about was how difficult it was going to be to get myself off in this position. There was nothing I could rub up against! Once she had me blindfolded and gagged, she stuck around for a minute or so as usual. I had never been so anxious in my life. Just leave already! I shouted to her in my head. I need to masturbate! Finally, once she left, the first thing I did was work on getting my feet free. I needed to get myself off while I was still tied up and I think I figured out the perfect way. Once my feet were free, I started turning myself around the bed post. I lifted one leg up on the corner of the bed and used it to keep turning myself. Once I was facing the bed, I put my leg down on the other side of the bed corner and lowered myself down until my butt rested against the mattress. If I leaned forward a bit, I could put pressure right where I wanted it. I sighed as I immediately began thinking of Tammi laying on the bed, tied up, and humping it. I began to grind myself against the corner of the mattress and I was shocked at how quickly everything happened. In less than a minute I was panting and gasping, and a few seconds later my orgasm hit. Hard. I was grunting and grinding, bucking my hips against the bed as visions of my sister's butt flexing and squeezing over and over in her panties ran through my head. It was awesome. Our little game was never the same after that. Every time we played it, my only goal was to tie my sister up in a provocative manner and sneak back into the room to watch her masturbate herself to orgasm. I craved it like I craved nothing else. And I saw some fantastic orgasms. One time I tied her to the bed post facing it, with her arms bent at the elbows and wrists tied together up by her chin. I then wound a rope around her upper body, securing her to the bed post. Then, of course, I pulled her pants down and "ran away." I snuck back in and actually watched her grind herself against the bed post. God I loved watching her butt work as she did that. Another time I made her kneel, tying her ankles to the backs of her thighs. Then I tied her wrists together in front of her and looped a rope around her wrist ties, cinching them, and pulling the two ends down between her legs and up to the middle of her back, where I tied it to another set of ropes that were around her midsection. I was curious to see what she would do, and as I snuck back into the room, I watched as she pulled her wrists up and back, sliding the ropes between her legs. It wasn't long before she was pulling up hard, grunting and shaking as she came. And then another time I tied her face down on the couch with her hands behind her back. It was the sexiest thing ever to watch her squirm around, rolling toward the couch on her side, and then over on top of a pillow which she proceeded to hump to orgasm. God, I could never get enough of that butt working over and over, flexing and pumping. Just thinking about it has brought me to countless orgasms. But then came high school. And that was a whole different world. As much as we loved playing our little game, on some level we knew it was something most people didn't do, or wouldn't even understand. As we started making new friends, we realized we were probably getting too old for something like that, much as I think we both wanted to continue playing it. I guess we somehow felt that growing up meant leaving our "childhood" games behind. Even though, if you ask me, getting tied up and humping yourself to orgasm is pretty far from anything little kids would do. So sometime when we were 14, we pretty much stopped playing. By the time we were 15 it was practically a distant memory. Well, maybe I should clarify that. We stopped playing it together. I can't speak for Tammi, but I continued playing the game on my own time. Sure, I didn't have to hide anywhere or find anyone once I was free, but that wasn't really what the game was about anyway. At some point it had stopped being a hide-and-seek game and become all about the eroticism of being tied up and the thrill of watching another person all tied up. I didn't have anyone to watch, but I was still doing as good of a job as I could of tying myself up, making sure my crotch had access to something stimulating. I did this as often as I could, tying myself up on my bed, on my floor, or in my chair, making sure I could hump myself against something once I was "secure." And every single time, I closed my eyes and thought about Tammi. About her being tied up with her pants down, no idea I was watching, and humping herself to orgasm, flexing and squeezing that wonderful little butt of hers over and over again. I had so many incredible orgasms and I had no intention of ever stopping this game, even if I was the only one playing. Well, I can't even really say that for certain. I didn't know if Tammi did it by herself too, but I suspected she might be. There were several times where she locked herself in her room for lengthy periods of time, and more than a few times I noticed that distinct smell about her - the unmistakable smell of girl sex. For all I knew she was just masturbating regularly, but I suspected she had her own little private bondage sessions just like I did. After all, I'm pretty sure it was while she was tied up that she had her very first orgasm, just like it was for me. Once you experiece that powerful orgasmic sensation for the first time, you want to recreate it as accurately as possible, and for both of us that meant being tied up. So for years this became some kind of unspeakable bond between us. On some level, we both knew that the game we played was sexual for us, but we never admitted it to each other. And on some level I think we suspected we both still played it privately, but again we never said anything about it to each other. That didn't mean that the desire was gone though. Once the Internet became a bigger part of our lives, so did bondage porn. At least for me, anyway. There was nothing sexier than watching a beautiful girl tied up and having an orgasm. Whenever I wasn't tying myself up, I was watching bondage porn. It was the next best thing to experiencing it yourself. And of course along with this came exposure to all kinds of bondage techniques and accessories - poses, ties, harnesses, different kinds of gags. It was incredible. There was so much sexy stuff out there. I always fantasized about getting some and using it someday. I knew it was probably a little weird, but I always fantasized about using them on Tammi. I could just never get the image of her tied up out of my head. To me, it was the sexiest thing ever. Maybe because I'd been masturbating to that image for years, but still. I can't help it. My sister's a hottie! Come to think of it, there weren't many other people I fantasized about. I tried thinking about cute boys and it just never did anything for me. Sometimes a cute girl could get me really excited, but usually only if she was tied up. Other than that, it was just Tammi. It had always been Tammi. We grew up together, shared secrets together, and in a way, discovered masturbation together. We were excited and turned on by the same things, and I think on some level we both knew that. In general, we just knew and understood each other better than anyone else. And that was special. We were as close as sisters could be, and the fact that I thought she was sexy and got turned on by her was just one more way I felt closer to her than anyone else. I don't know if she felt the same way about me, but I hoped she did. In fact, I even kind of suspected she might. There were certain times where she would just give me a look - I can't really describe it, but it was just this knowing look with a beautiful sparkle in her eye that made me think she knew excatly how I felt about her and that she felt the same way. Every time she gave me that look I got all warm and fuzzy inside and smiled at her in a way that I hoped gave her that same look back. I think we kind of knew that it would be weird to acknowledge these feelings, even though we both probably wanted to. But we went to the same school and if any of our friends ever found out or even got a hint that we were like that, our social lives would be over. I think we both knew that we couldn't risk that, but giving each other those looks every now and then was enough. It was almost like flirting. An implicit acknowledgement that something between us was really special, but just right below the surface without being said. It gave an extra little spark to our relationship and, I think, brought us even closer together. As we got close to finishing high school, we naturally started talking about plans for college. Neither of us wanted to be apart from each other, and we talked about going to the same school. Both of us had really good grades, and as we applied to colleges, we were thrilled to find that we got in to all the ones we applied to. Tammi and I made plans to go to a really good university about three hours' drive from where we currently lived. That would be far enough from our parents to give us some independence, but still close enough that we could go home and visit them for holidays and even the occasional weekend. We talked about living in dorms, but we figured they were more party atmospheres and we weren't really the partying type. We started looking at off-campus housing and found a bunch of really nice, affordable apartments and town homes really close to campus. Tammi and I were super excited at the thought of having our own place together. We could have each other for company and have virtually all the indepedence we wanted without any drunk partiers crashing our place whenever we needed to study. But I suspected there was another reason for our excitement. We would have no parents monitoring us, and no high school friends or 'cliques' to worry about either. I think, deep down, we both knew that those were the two big reasons why we stopped playing our special game. Now that those two factors would be out of the way, would Tammi want to pick up where we left off when we were 14? Would she want to tie me up? Would she let me tie her up? Or were those days behind us for good? Were we simply too old for such things? All these questions ran through my head through the rest of my senior year. I loved Tammi more than anything in the world and I still thought about her all the time when I masturbated. She was the only one who could excite me like nothing else. Would it be weird if I told her that? Would she try and talk me out of it? I didn't know. But I did know one thing - she was just as excited as I was about moving in together. One thing I also wasn't sure about was whether Tammi was even into bondage anymore. Of course, in my fantasies she still was, and I suspected she was because of all those times she stayed locked in her room, presumably masturbating. But I never had any hard proof. If she wasn't, that could be a real setback to my hopes about our future together. Well, graduation came and went, and finally the day came to pack up all our stuff and move into our new place. It was the most exciting, thrilling day of my life (aside from the first time I saw Tammi hump herself against the bed, of course). It took a while to pack everything, but I was careful to pack my most 'private' items the night before. My parents, helpful as ever, might accidentally stumble upon it, God forbid. So suffice it to say, I had most of my things packed up early. It was all loaded up, and Tammi's things were next. So we all went to help her pack. We were a little short on boxes, so my dad was trying to consolidate things. He picked up a box that felt a little light and then set it down. "What's in here?" he said, starting to open it. "Maybe we can--" "NO!" Tammi shrieked, darting over to slam the box shut before my dad could fully open it. He looked at her like a deer in the headlights. "That's, um... that can't be consolidated," Tammi sputtered. "Just... trust me." My mom shot my dad a look. "Honey, you know you shouldn't be going through the girls' things," she said. My dad just rolled his eyes and went to pick up another box. But it was at that moment that I finally realized Tammi DID still have secrets. What was in that box? Were those her bondage toys?! I suddenly had renewed hope for my little plan. We drove to our new place, got the keys, and started unpacking. It was so exciting to finally have a place of our own that we could decorate and set up just how we wanted. Tammi and I had a blast telling our parents where to put each box and its contents. We were practically giddy all day long. Giddy like when we were 14? I could only hope! It was a long day of unpacking, unloading furniture, and setting up beds. By the end, my parents were exhausted. I'm not so sure Tammi and I were, though. We had just as much energy as when the day began! My parents ordered a pizza for us all and after we ate, they asked if we would be okay. We assured them we would, and then said our goodbyes, which lasted a little longer than Tammi and I wanted. I get that our parents were sad to see us go, but we wanted our independence! After our parents left, Tammi and I turned to each other and jumped up and down, giggling. Having our own place felt awesome! We spent some time rearranging all the things we didn't like about where our parents had put things. When we finally took a second to relax, we flopped on the bed in Tammi's room, giggling. "It feels so great to finally have a place of our own," I said, turning to her. "I know! I am SO excited about this," Tammi said. "I've been waiting for this all year. Ever since we got into the same schools together." "Yes! No parents, no authority figures..." I chimed in. "I know! We can do whatever we want!" Tammi said, and suddenly I got a little twitch in my stomach, which quickly filled with butterflies. I don't think she meant it as anything other than innocent, but I couldn't help what I was thinking. She turned to look at me and her expression froze. She must've realized what I was thinking. She just looked at me blankly, startled by the abrupt shift in our tones. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "We can." Tammi then looked away from me and up at the ceiling. Was she upset? I couldn't tell. What was she thinking? Was she nervous? "Hey... you okay?" I asked hesitantly. "Yeah," she said, and then swallowed, still looking at the ceiling. I could tell she was trying to act normal. I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I also couldn't help what I was feeling. I had to know if she felt the same way. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, my heart pounding. She was quiet for a second. A long, agonizing second. "I dunno," she finally said. "What are you thinking?" "That... we can do anything we want," I said, wondering when she was gonna catch on. Was she just playing with me now? "Like... what?" she asked, her voice soft, almost shaking. She wasn't making this easy. "Like... stuff that we both like to do... maybe games we used to play..." I said, my own voice practically shaking. Tammi looked at the ceiling for a long time. I waited with baited breath. Then, finally, she spoke. "I dunno... Trish... that was so long ago... We were kids..." No! I couldn't lose hope yet. "Are you saying you don't want to?" I said. "Trish, I... We're 18..." Tammi said. I didn't believe her. She wanted to, I knew it. I was just going to have to push her. "So?" I said, looking at her, regaining my confidence now that we both knew what we were talking about. "Are you telling me you don't want me to tie you up?" She froze, then looked at me like a deer in the headlights. I knew I had her. "What? I..." she sputtered. "Well?" I said, holding her gaze. God, she was beautiful. I was so close I could feel it. "Look me right in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to tie you up, and I'll never bring it up again." She just kept looking at me with that deer-in-the-headlights look, shifting her eyes back and forth between mine. Seconds passed. Then, faintly, "I... can't." I felt my stomach twitch, my sex throb, and my heart pound. I also couldn't stop a smile from spreading across my face. "Then stand up and put your hands behind your back." Just saying those words made me wet. "Trisha, I don't know if we should be..." she started. I looked right into her eyes. "Tammi, I know you want to. I want to. I've wanted to for years, and I think you have too. I've dreamed about it. Tell me you don't want to." She just stared at me, her breathing becoming more shallow. She bit her lip. God she was sexy. "Do you trust me?" I asked. She nodded. "Good," I said, sitting up. "Then stand up. And put your hands behind your back." Tammi got to her feet. My entire body throbbed with arousal. "Don't move." I quickly ran to the room where all of my stuff was and came back with a box. Tammi was right where I left her, with her arms behind her back. "Turn around," I said. She did. I opened the box and pulled out several pieces of silk rope I had acquired over the years. I took one of them, got behind Tammi, and began tying her wrists together. The excitement and thrill I felt right then was unlike anything I'd felt before. Touching my sister's hands, wrapping soft silk rope around them, knowing she wouldn't be able to move them, was getting me ridiculously hot. I felt my sex pulsing, seeping ever more fluid into my already wet panties. When we were younger, we'd always tied each other up a bit loosely so we could escape and go find each other. But this time I wasn't tying her so she could escape. I think she felt it from the firmness of my knots, but she didn't say anything. When her hands were secure, I went back to my box and pulled out a long silk scarf. I folded it over a few times and came up behind her, bringing it around and over her head. I placed it gently across her eyes and began tying it behind her head. Then I told her to turn around. I stood her in front of the bed. She was breathing loudly and I knew she was excited. I then took two other longer pieces of rope and tied one to each of her arms. Then I stretched the ropes across to either bed post and secured them, pulling her elbows out slightly, but holding her in place in front of the bed. Then I stood up in front of her. I was practically trembling I was so excited. "Now," I said softly. "Do you trust me?" She nodded, still breathing heavily. "Good. I've been wanting to do this for a very long time and I need you to trust me, okay?" She nodded again. "Good. Then don't say another word. I'm going to gag you, but not just yet. Until I do I need you to stay completely quiet, understand?" She nodded, her breathing becoming slightly shaky. I knew she was excited. I slowly and quietly knelt down in front of her. Then I reached up and began to unbutton her shorts. Her mouth fell open. "Trish, wha--" I stopped what I was doing. "Not a word, remember?" I said, cutting her off. "You said you trusted me, right?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Good," I said. "So shut up and trust me." She was quiet. I went back to unbuttoning her shorts and then I pulled her zipper down. My hands were practically trembling as a little peek of her panties came into view. Then I gently tugged on her shorts and they fell down in a heap at her feet. Her breathing grew even heavier. I took a moment to stare at her panties, my heart thumping heavy in my chest. They were cute with pink, yellow, and white stripes, and they looked so sexy on her. I could actually see the small bulge of her puffy mound through the thin fabric. My heart pounded like crazy. Then I slowly lifted her feet one by one, pulling her shorts out from under them. Then I slowly reached back up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties. She gasped and jumped, startled, but didn't say anything. So I slowly began to roll them down, exposing her soft, thin pubic hair, trimmed very neatly, which sent a huge jolt of electricity between my legs. I kept going, my heart pounding like mad, until I finally exposed her puffy, swollen mound, glistening with wetness. I shuddered uncontrollably in what I assume was a mini-orgasm. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Her lips were puffy and engorged, her inner labia just slightly poking through her fat lips, clearly wet with her juices. And the smell that wafted up into my face was just heavenly. I tried not to linger too long and continued pulling her panties down, noticing that the inside crotch panel was glistening and smeared with a slightly creamy substance. As her juices hadn't yet soaked through the fabric, I assumed she had very recently begun to secrete them. Seeing her sex wet and swollen was confirmation of my deepest, darkest desires. I couldn't have been more thrilled. Slowly, I rolled her panties all the way down her legs, again lifting her feet to take them out. I briefly pressed them to my nose and inhaled, sending even stronger jolts of electricity down between my legs, causing my sex to ache and twitch. Then I slowly got to my feet. "Open your mouth," I said softly. "I've got your gag ready." Her breathing noticeably increased and she slowly opened her mouth. I made sure to turn her panties inside out before balling them up. Then I took great pleasure in pushing them completely into my sister's open mouth, crotch first. Tammi was definitely breathing heavier now and I reached around behind her head to undo her blindfold. "I want you to see the rest," I said as her eyes came into view. "But I also need this for something else." I moved the scarf down from her eyes to her mouth and stretched it between her lips as I tied it behind her head, securing her panties in place. As I stood back to look at her, I don't think I'd ever been so turned on in my life. "One more thing," I said, forcing myself to get back to work before I got too carried away. I bent down and grabbed two more pieces of silk rope and tied one to each of her ankles. Then I pulled the end of the rope out to one leg of the bed frame, making sure she stepped out a ways. I did this to the other foot, and now her legs were spread apart. I stood back up, my body close to hers. "There," I said. I reached around again, checking the scarf behind her head. "This isn't going anywhere, is it?" I asked, tightening the knot. She shook her head. My face was inches from hers, and as I looked at her beautifully gagged face, I couldn't believe how turned on I was. I gently brought a hand up and caressed the side of her face. I watched as a blush crept up her cheeks. "You are so pretty," I whispered to her. I let those words hang in the air as we looked at each other. The energy between us was electric. I was breathing heavily and so was she. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" I said, just above a whisper. Tammi hesitated, then shook her head lightly. "A long, long time," I said. "Since we were fourteen." Her breathing grew heavier and more labored through her gag. "You have no idea how happy it made me when I pulled down your panties and saw the wet spot on them." Her blush got deeper. "Are you still wet?" I asked. She didn't move. Slowly, I slid my hand down her midsection, through her thin pubic hair, and watched her shudder as I delicately slid my fingers over her pussy. I gently pressed them into her and they immediately became coated in her juices. "Oh my God," I gasped. "You're practically dripping!" Her face turned even redder, but she did nothing to indicate she wasn't enjoying this. I looked up at her and smiled widely. I couldn't help myself. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, "I think maybe I should clean you up a bit. What do you think?" She said nothing, just looked at me, her face still deeply blushing. I bit my lip and slowly slid down her body, staying in contact with her the whole time. I knelt down between her legs, my face perfectly level with her pussy. "Oh my God," I gasped as I stared at it, glistening and puffy. Then I raised my eyes to meet hers. "You are so beautiful," I said. Then, keeping my eyes on hers, I leaned my face forward, extended my tongue, and slowly pressed my mouth to her sex. She gasped and her body tightened as I licked up the length of her slit. I had never tasted a vagina before, and I kept my eyes on my sisters' as I tasted hers for the first time. Her folds were slimy and wet, a little salty and tangy, and I was surprised at how much fluid I was able to collect on my tongue. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, rolling her juices around as I tasted them, then swallowed. I never took my eyes off hers the whole time. "Oh my God," I said. "You taste just like I imagined." Then I opened my mouth again and covered her sex with it. I sucked her gently, pulling her folds into my mouth and caressing them with my tongue. I could hear my sister panting and gasping through her gag above me and it was music to my ears. The harder she panted, the more I sucked, pulling more juices into my mouth and swallowing them when it got full. I slid my tongue to the base of her sex and licked along her opening, pulling tongueful after tongueful of her fluids into my mouth. I then stiffened my tongue and pushed it gently into her opening, hearing her squeal for the first time. I looked up at her and her eyes were half-lidded, clearly in ecstasy. I went back to work, probing her with my tongue over and over before going back to licking the length of her slit. I used my lips as much as my tongue, french-kissing my sister's pussy as deeply and as thoroughly as I knew how. I wasn't really sure I knew what I was doing, but judging by her pants, moans, and whimpers, I figured I was doing something right. I slid my hands up and around to her butt, sighing as I held her perfect round cheeks in my hands, squeezing and caressing them as I made out with her pussy. I began sucking her again, pulling her folds into my mouth and licking them over and over with my tongue. Her hips began to gyrate and I felt her butt cheeks flex in my hands, tightening as she began pushing her hips into my face. I licked up to her clit and began sliding my tongue across it back and forth, feeling the hard little nub slide along the length of my tongue. She began whimpering loudly now and tightening her butt cheeks over and over. It got me so hot I licked her faster, sliding my tongue quicker across her hard, swelling clit. "Mmph! Mmph! MMMMPH! Mmph-mmph-mmph!" she squealed. God, it was sexy. I didn't stop. I kept going, even faster, as fast as I could. "Mmph! MMMPH! MMMMMMMMPHHHH! FFF-NNNN-NNNNNNMMMMFFFFFFFFF!!" she cried, her body seizing up, her butt cheeks becoming rock-hard in my hands. And all at once, my mouth filled with her juices, hot and slick and sweet. I held her to my face as I continued licking, swallowing desperately between licks, trying to keep up. The rush I felt as my sister came was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It was like I went into overdrive, licking her even harder and faster. "Mmmmmph-MMmmmmmmmph!" she panted. "MMMM-UNNNNNNNNNFFFFFFF!!" she grunted, cumming a second time. I kept licking her, my body completely energized, until I felt her cum a third time. There was nothing in the world so thrilling as knowing that I made my beautiful sister cum. And making her cum three times?! I was on cloud nine. After I swallowed the juices of her third orgasm, I slowly pulled my face back, letting her rest. Her pussy, like the rest of her, looked exhausted - lips open, flushed pink, swollen and puffy, completely smeared in girl-cum and saliva. Tammi stood limply in her bonds, looking like they were the only things holding her upright. She was panting heavily through her gag, still looking sexy as ever. I stood up and leaned in close to her. I caressed the side of her face with my hand again. I waited till her eyes met mine. "So, my sweet sister," I said, smiling, "did you enjoy that?" Tammi's eyes closed softly for a second, then opened back up. She nodded weakly. "Good," I said. "I'm going to untie you now so you can rest. But first..." I reached around behind her and untied the scarf behind her head. I let it fall to the floor, then gently reached into her open mouth, pinching the panties that were still in there. She let me pull them out, and I saw that they were soaking wet with her saliva. I dropped them on the floor and looked at her. She looked at me. With my hand still on the side of her face, I gently turned her head directly toward mine. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was or how charged the energy felt between us. Our lips were parted, both of us still panting. I looked at her eyes, then down at her lips, then back at her eyes. Then I covered her mouth with mine. I locked my lips, still wet with her cum, firmly against hers. We sighed deeply. The sensation of my sister's lips against my own was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It was beautiful. Soft. Sexy. Perfect. We held the kiss, gently caressing each other's lips. Then I gently pushed my tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth wider, letting my tongue in. My tongue was just as covered with her cum as my lips were and I felt an incredible rush as she slid her tongue across mine, kissing me deeply. We kissed passionately, exchanging saliva as well as Tammi's cum, tasting every corner of each other's mouths. I don't know how long it went on, but I was hopelessly lost, loving the sensation of my sister's mouth against my own, her tongue in my mouth, my tongue in hers. It was indescribably beautiful. And then I felt her, involuntarily probably, tug on her bonds, grunting with disappointment. I had completely forgotten! She was still tied up! I slowly but reluctantly pulled back from her. "Sorry," I said breathlessly, "I got carried away. I'll untie you now." "It's okay," she said, just as breathlessly. I loosened her bonds, untying her completely, and she took a few seconds to relax. I was ready to settle down on the bed with her and have a nice talk, but then she caught me completely off guard. In a flash, she grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around, and pulled my arms behind my back. I gasped, and before I knew what was happening, she was winding silk rope around my wrists. Then she stood me up straight and pressed herself up against my back. "You have no idea how hot that made me," she said breathily into my ear. "I hope you're ready for your turn now." I was stunned. I didn't know what to say or what to do. All I knew was that my pussy was twitching violently between my legs. Tammi took a second to reach out and grab something on the bed and just out of the corner of my eye, I could tell it was the wadded up panties I had just gagged her with. "I hope you liked the way I taste," she said as I felt her hips back away from me slightly and she moved her hand between them. "Because you're gonna get some more of it. Open up." My heart pounded as I realized she was wiping them against her crotch, probably coating them with even more of her juices. Without even thinking I opened my mouth and it was immediately stuffed with her panties. I sighed as I was greeted with the fresh taste of her tangy-sweet juices and I began sucking them from the panties. I felt Tammi's arms come around in front of me and start unbuttoning my pants. Once they were unbuttoned and unzipped, she shoved them down my hips along with my panties and pushed my upper half down onto the bed. I felt Tammi slide down behind me as she grabbed my pants and underwear and yanked them off me completely. Then she went to work tying my ankles to the bedposts like I had hers, spreading my legs. I felt completely exposed to her now. "Oh my God," I heard her gasp, coming from directly behind me. She must have been able to see everything - my butt, and my pussy poking from between my legs. "You're so wet." I felt myself blush. I knew I had to be soaking. Hell, for all I knew, my juices were already running down my thighs. Suddenly I felt her hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. I squealed, feeling my heart beat faster and my pussy twitch heavier. Then, immediately, her mouth was on me, hot and wet. I squealed loudly into Tammi's panties, feeling my sister's hot lips and tongue covering my entire sex, her nose pushed into my butt crack. She licked over and over, and Oh God, I couldn't believe how incredible it was. The sensation of her lips and tongue sliding across and between my folds was turning my entire body to jelly. My eyes rolled back into my head and I immediately pushed my hips back against her face, groaning. I could hear slick, wet noises coming from her mouth as she licked me, pulling my juices into her mouth. I was already ridiculously wet from licking Tammi just minutes earlier, and with Tammi's mouth now on me, I literally felt like a swamp back there. I could hear Tammi slurping my wetness into her mouth, the sound as well as the sensation causing me to whimper loudly. I never thought anything could feel so good. I could hardly believe this was happening - I was being eaten out for the first time. But without a doubt the hottest part about it was the fact that it was my sister doing it. My beautiful, amazing, sexy sister had her mouth on my vagina, rubbing me with her tongue, slurping my juices into her mouth. Moreover, I actually had her panties in my mouth and could taste her own vagina on them, as she had freshly rubbed them on it before stuffing them in my mouth. I sucked at her panties just as eagerly as Tammi sucked at my pussy. I never wanted this feeling to end. But I could feel an orgasm welling up deeply within me, and I knew it would be powerful. I was pushing my hips back against my sister's face, trying to grind them around as best I could in my restrained position. I kept groaning through her panties, letting her know how much I enjoyed this. And then Tammi pressed her entire mouth to my sex, stretching her tongue out along the length of it, reaching up to my clit with the tip of her tongue. I gasped at the sensation, my body trembling at the anticipation of what was coming. Tammi kept her focus on my clit, lapping at it gently with the tip of her tongue. But this had the added effect of massaging the entire length of my pussy as well, since her tongue was stretched out along it as it reached for my clit. "MMMmmmmmmhhhh!" I groaned loudly into my gag, my body tensing and trembling in little pre-orgasmic rushes. The more she kept at it, the more the feeling built and built until I felt a welling within me that seized my entire body. I simply couldn't take anymore. I knew the next lick would push me over the edge, and it did. With a heavy, deep growl, I felt my orgasm burst within me and radiate forcefully throughout my entire body. I shook and trembled harder than I ever have in my life. And all I could feel for the next blissful minute or so was my sister's heavenly tongue lovingly caressing my clit. I must have blacked out at some point from the intensity of my orgasm, because the next thing I remember consciously was Tammi gently shaking me. My body was completely limp on the bed, and as I tried to move, I realized I wasn't tied down anymore. "Trish? Trisha, you awake...?" Tammi's voice came, as if through a haze. As I slowly came back to reality, it dawned on me the power and impact of what I'd just experienced. "Oh good, you're alive," Tammi said. "Alive? Oh my God... I've never felt so incredible in my life," I said, turning over to look up at my sister. She smiled down at me. "Do you have any idea what you did to me?" I said. "ME?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Do you have any idea what YOU did to ME?" "I hope something good..." I said, grinning lazily in the afterglow of my orgasm. "Yeah, you could say that," she said, grinning back. She paused and I waited. "Well?" I said. "What did I do?" "Well, aside from giving me the most incredible orgasm of my life..." she said, blushing, "...You made me realize I wasn't alone in how I felt." I searched her eyes and could tell she was sincere. I knew exactly what she meant. "Awww," I said, scooting back onto the bed. "Come here," I said, patting the spot next to me. I watched as Tammi climbed onto the bed and settled down next to me, facing me on her side. She looked at me with such adoring, loving eyes, I practically melted. "I love you so much, Tammi," I said. "In every way someone could possibly love another person. I have for years." "I know that... now," she said, looking into my eyes. "I have too. I just never knew you felt the same way. Until tonight." My heart melted. She just looked so perfect. I gently touched the side of her face, then leaned in to kiss her lips softly. It was so wonderful and so loving. She sighed into me and slowly, our kiss deepened. It wasn't heavily sexual, it was just tender and passionate and loving. Soon I pulled back to look at her face again. "You are so beautiful," I said. "Thanks," she said, blushing. "So are you." I grinned. "I think this 'living together' thing is gonna work out." Tammi giggled. "Yeah, I think so too!" "So this means we can play more games together, right?" I said. Tammi looked at me with those beautiful, sparkling eyes of hers. "God, I hope we never stop," she sighed. I kissed her again, pulling her close. We snuggled up to each other, pulled a sheet up over us, and fell fast asleep. ****************************************************** To be continued...