Closer Than Realized

[Frags]

At 7 pm Brad was sitting on his couch, watching the end of a local minor league baseball game when his cell began buzzing. Reaching for the remote he turned the television’s volume down before taking the phone from the cushion next to him. With the press of a button Angela, Brad’s girlfriend, was in his ear.

“Brad?” she asked, continuing without waiting for an answer. “Can we go to your sister’s party early?”

Early? Since when was Angela prone to do anything early? “Why do you want to go early?”

She breathed into the phone, “I have a special surprise for you. Meet me there in an hour.” Then he heard the phone click.

Brad looked at it strangely in his hand. Angela was acting weird; wanting to arrive to the party early and then having a brief conversation. She must’ve been planning something special. Unable to resist the temptation of possibility, Brad peeled himself from the couch, shutting off the television. Setting the phone on a table on his way down the hall he disappeared into the bathroom, turning on the shower’s hot water. With the water splashing against the base of the tub he pulled out a towel and hung it on a nearby rack as he stripped his clothes away and stepped into the shower.

Inhaling deeply he doused his head with water, his hand slicking back his dark hair. Brad let the water hit him, the heat stirring his thoughts about Angela and what she had planned for the night. It had to be something devious, smiling to himself at the thought as he grabbed the shampoo. Mixing the liquid into his hair he then grabbed the soap, lathering his body until he moved back under the water. The hot water washed away the dirt and grime he attracted through the day.

Stepping out of the shower he took his towel, drying off before wrapping it around his body. As he passed by the mirror he glanced at himself; his face was still as clean as it was when he shaved it this morning. One door away and he was in his room, staring at his closet. Dropping the towel to the ground he pulled out a dark t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans, setting them on the bed as he let the air dry him.

Pulling out his top dresser drawer he reached in and took out his cologne. He sprayed only a little on himself and on the clothes he pulled out before dressing himself. Picking up his towel, Brad walked into the bathroom and took his dirty clothes near the front of the house where his washer/dryer unit was stashed away.

Afterwards he retrieved his phone, wallet and keys and headed out the door. He’d arrive earlier than early but he couldn’t hold himself back as he got in his car and drove to his sister’s house.

There were already cars in the driveway and a few in the lawn when he arrived. Since he’d probably be staying late he pulled up close to the house before killing the engine and stepping out. Pocketing his keys he let himself into the house, passing by the few minglers and wallflowers. After a brief look around he couldn’t find Angela anywhere so he decided to wait near a cooler housing beer. Brad took a bottle, popped the cap and took his first drink when he saw one of Chrissy’s friends.

“So, do you know where my sister is?” he asked.

“Some of the girls took her out of the house for a few hours. She won’t be here till ten,” Sally answered.

“She doesn’t know any of this is going on?” Brad smiled.

“Nope.”

“Do I want to know how you got her key?”

Sally spoke with a cheeky grin, “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

The two stood and spoke for the next few minutes until Sally took a call from her cell. After a brief conversation she returned to Brad, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

Shoving her hand into her pocket she pulled out a key, “This is a key to your sister’s room upstairs. Give it to Brenda when she comes.”

“When’s that?”

“An hour and a half? Maybe?”

“Sure,” he spoke, taking the key from her hand. Brad couldn’t remember there being a lock on any of the doors inside the house but waived it off as something he failed to notice. “Wait. So, are you leaving?”

“For a bit,” Sally spoke. Pushing herself to her toes she kissed Brad’s cheek before turning and leaving with a, “Thanks,” on the way out.

Brad stood there alone for a few minutes, finishing the bottle. He set it in the sink and began heading toward the bathroom when he noticed the line. It may have been early but there was already a small line forming. It was only two deep but Brad wasn’t about to wait, not now that he had access to the other bathroom which was adjoined to his sister’s room upstairs. Chrissy wouldn’t know, she’d be gone for another two hours anyway.

He took to the stairs two by two until he reached the top, walking down the length of the hallway until he reached the last door. Slipping the key into the lock he heard it give. Placing the key into his pocket he turned the knob of the door and entered. It wasn’t until he had closed the door behind him that he discovered the room’s secret. And it startled him, if only for a moment.

In the dim light cast by a small lamp on a nearby end table he saw a girl tied to his sister’s four poster bed, naked except for a black mask she wore over her head. Instinctively he looked at his phone. It was ten minutes till eight. Close enough. Was this her surprise? He reached behind him, locking the door as he advanced toward the restrained girl. As he neared he could see there were holes for her to see and two smaller holes under her nose for breathing.

“This was your surprise?” he spoke to her softly as his eyes trailed over her bare body. Up close he could now see that strong leather held her stationary, stretching her spread eagle. Softly he kissed her where the leather was wrapped around her wrist. Looking down at her he saw the mask had a zipper near the mouth. He pulled at it, partially unzipping it but it only took a moment before he realized her mouth had been gagged. She wouldn’t be able to say a word and so, he zipped the mask to a close.

He knelt beside the bed on her left side and when he spoke, his cool breath rolled over her naked body, “You’ve tied yourself up to my sister’s bed on her birthday? It seems we have a few kinks to work out of you over the next hour and a half.”

Another gentle kiss was laid upon her shoulder as he moved to stand, turning off his cell phone. “We don’t want anyone to interrupt us, now do we?”

 

[kimberlee]

I honestly can't remember how everything got so blown up. I was talking with a few friends and we were sharing our deepest and darkest fantasies - each trying to out-do the others. I mentioned that I sometimes imagined myself gagged and bound to a bed with a mask to hide my true identity when Brad, my brother, entered the room and mistook me for Angela, his girlfriend. The other girls were wide-eyed and it seemed that the light bondage combined with incest had aroused more than interest.

I didn't go much further in describing my sexually taboo thoughts and looked to Angela, Brad's girlfriend and a close friend of mine, to share her own fantasy. She shook her head and said she had nothing to top mine.

That pretty much ended our confession session. A day or two later, Angela said she had the perfect birthday gift for me. I wasn't sure, but it seemed to me she might be hinting at fulfilling my fantasy. Yeah, right. Fantasies are just fantasies and not necessarilly meant to be lived out - and so I told her. I thought that was the end of it.

About one month later, Angela came over early on my birthday. She handed me some Starbucks and we drank while talking about what was planned for tonight. Well, I speculated and she'd just grin and tell me I'd never guess it in a million years. My other girlfriends showed up one or two at a time during the next five minutes or so.

Sally hefted a large duffle-bag onto the dining room table. I figured it was my birthday present. I was half right. The bag contained a leather mask, leather bonds and padded handcuffs. "Happy Birthday," she said with an evil grin.

I looked about expectantly, figuring that the items covering my table were the gag gift, and waiting for the real one to be presented. When it became obvious that nothing else would be forthcoming, I looked over my 'birthday presents.'

When my mind suddenly recalled, I looked at them incredulously. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I said not quite believing what I was thinking. Fantasies are one thing. You can start, stop and alter a fantasy to suit your mood and the circumstances with no one else the wiser. But reality brought consequences with it that one had to live with.

"We won't be the ones doing the fucking, honey," Angela said. She leaned closer to whisper, "And Brad's a great fuck."

I began to protest. Then, it seemed that the world tilted on its axis and sounds became distorted. The last thing I made out was my friends quickly moving to support me as my sense of balance went out the window and one of them saying, "Sorry, Brenda, but you'll thank us for this later."

I came to, lying on my bed and nearly suffocating from the heat in the mask I was wearing. I soon found that the light ache in my legs and arms was due to them having been cuffed and bound to the posts in my four poster bed. I pulled at the bonds but was unable to get any results.

Oh yes, I almost forgot. Other than the leather mask, I didn't have a stitch of clothing on. I wanted to scream; but, they'd thought of that too and gagged me.

I did my utter best to find some way to escape but in the end groaned at the futility of my actions.

"She should be awake soon," I heard a voice say from some distance. The mask muffled sound as well, so I wasn't able to judge whether or not it came from outside my bedroom door. "Someone should be there with her so she doesn't freak out."

Too late for that, I mentally replied.

The door opened and I saw Jen, Sally and Angela enter. They seemed almost hesitant as if uncertain what my reaction to all this would be. 'Merry fucking birthday', with friends like them, who needed enemies.

"Looks like she's awake," Jen observed. I'm sure the covers had been all but pristine with hardly a wrinkle but my struggle with my circumstances had changed that somewhat.

"Brad's on his way over," Sally said when the air had become weighted with silence. "He knows there's a surprise for him; but he doesn't know it's you."

Angela approached the bed and sat on the edge. "I hope you're not too angry with us; but, I haven't been able to get that fantasy of yours out of my mind," she whispered so that only I could hear. "It's just so hot. Just the thought of you and Brad doing it is getting me wet. My panties are soaked through. I hope you don't mind but I've placed a few cameras around the room to film it all."

"Hey Angie, what's taking so long? You have to be out of here before Brad arrives," Sally called.

With that they left and I renewed my struggle with what fate had in store for me. I couldn't fuck my own brother. It was one thing to fantasize about it, quite another to actually do the deed.

Perhaps, Brad would reallize that I wasn't Angela and nothing would happen. I know that Angela and I are close in body size, that she and I had been mistaken for sisters on occasion; but surely, he'd know my body wasn't hers.

Seconds seemed to expand into minutes and minutes into hours. Yet, all too soon, I heard my bedroom door open and watched Brad enter. He paused upon entry as he took in the room and the sight of me on the bed.

"This was your surprise?” he asked as he shut the door behind him and I heard the click of the door's lock.

I closed my eyes, 'Oh fuck.' He approached the bed standing beside it for a time before leaning over me and kissed one arm where it was cuffed to the bed before examining the mask covering my face. He unzipped the mouth opening then closed it up once more.

“You’ve tied yourself up to my sister’s bed on her birthday? It seems we have a few kinks to work out of you over the next hour and a half.”

He thought I was Angela and hadn't noticed any differences; but then' why should he be any more observant than most other men? An hour and a half... Oh Gawd, he planned to... with me for 90 minutes... The thought was mindnumbing.

I began to shake my head in denial just as he turned off his cell phone saying, “We don’t want anyone to interrupt us, now do we?”

 

[Frags]

Brad leaned over her, placing the cell phone on the end table next to her bed. He looked away from her body and then toward the lamp which he turned off with the flick of a switch. The room was doused in darkness as Brad slipped away from the bed. He seemed to have as much presence as a shadow until a few seconds later when light erupted from the ceiling. Brad stood near the door, his hand on the light switch.

“You know I like the lights on,” Brad commented as he looked over her body. Things seemed a little different, a little more strange but he kicked it up to the restraints, the leather mask and that they were invading his older sister's room. But as he saw her from where he stood, he confirmed that the single light next to her bed hardly did her justice. His hand left the switch. The light was going to stay on.

His eyes remained on the girl on the bed as he unbuttoned his shirt. Letting it slide from his shoulders he tossed it neatly along the back of a nearby decorative chair, one she probably never sat in. The shoes were cast off next with the socks and the pants on the chair's cushion. He didn't take another step toward her until he was standing before her in nothing except his boxers; his cock beginning to grow and threatening to peek through.

Brad retained the toned body he developed from his years on the baseball field. His muscled body was shown off in the small, well-lit room as he moved onto the bed near her hips. Straddling over her easily with one knee on either side, he stared down at her exposed breasts, ignoring the emotionless mask. He sat back just a little so the cloth of his boxers grazed her pussy as his hands settled on her stomach. Brad's hands inched upward, gentle and consistent, passing over her nipples until his trespassing stopped just over her shoulders where he used his hands to support his weight against the mattress.

He seemed to stare through her as his eyes locked onto the mask. Offering a slight smirk he broke the gaze and leaned his head down. Brad moved his arm on the bed next to her body as his tongue passed over her nipple for the first time. Two slow passes followed before his lips locked onto her breast. He wetted her skin with his tongue as he began with his intention to leave a mark. At the same time his hips turned, beginning to move against her. But those movements were slow and steady as his boxers just kept his cock from sliding and making contact with his sister's pussy.

 

[kimberlee]

My brother put his cell on my bed-side table and, after cast a glance at me, shut off the lamp - throwing the room into darkness.

I was of two minds; I felt both panic and relief. There was no chance that he'd notice that I wasn't Angela. How could I communicate to him that I wasn't his girlfriend, but his sister? At the same time, I considered that I should resign myself to the inevitable - I was going to be fucked by my brother.

Even as these thoughts raced through my mind, I heard Brad walk away. I expected to hear the sounds of clothes being removed in the dark of my room. He continued to move away.

A switch was flicked on and the room was bathed in light. "You know I like the lights on," he said as his eyes drank in the sight of my naked body laid before him on my bed. I saw hunger in those eyes that sent shivers through me. He believed me to be Angie and that I had bound myself to his sister's bed presenting my body like a present that was his for the taking.

Brad began to undress. I half expected him to quickly pull off his clothes and jump on the bed. No, Brad took his time and drew each motion out to its fullest. He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. he slowly removed the shirt and folded it. The suspense built by the moment.

I told myself not to look at him, not to stare at him as he removed his clothes. 'He's your brother, for God's sake,' I told myself. I couldn't watch him remove his jeans; but, unfortunately I couldn't say it was for lack of trying.

His eyes never left my body the whole time.

I was suddenly struck by reallization that Angela had altered her body to more resemble mine. She had admired the hair-color I had last used and asked me which one I'd used. She then asked if 'the carpets matched the drapes.' I had told her I had done away with the carpeting altogether. She had responded with an odd secret smile and said, "Brad will like that. He complains about getting hair in hid mouth."

I had put my hands to my ears and said, "TMI! TMI! I don't need to know this stuff," and had proceded to put it completely out of my mind, until now. She had colored her hair and I can only imagine that she had changed other areas.

When Brad climbed onto the bed and straddled my hips - his boxers tenting quite impressively, I felt tempted to submit myself to his desires. It wasn't as if I could do anything to stop matters from preceeding as they were bound to. Still, some part of me insisted that I resist. While it was true that I had masturbated thinking about something like this happening between Brad and myself, this was all too real.

He sat his butt lightly resting against my thighs and the cloth of his underwear against my sex. My brother placed his hands on my stomach then began to explore upwards. His eyes remained focussed on mine the whole time.

He leaned toward me and began licking and sucking on my left nipple. It hardened under his attentions. He increased the intensity of his mouth on my breasts. If he didn't ease off a bit, he was going to leave a mark.

My body stayed still at first but soon reached toward his. As the bulge in his boxers occasionally brushed close to my clitoris, I knew without a doubt that the constant teasing was going to drive me nuts.