Annie and Me 3: Sisters and Friends (ffF/FF)

[AlexUSA3]

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A fun short story for y'all to enjoy.

Annie and Me 3: Sisters and Friends (ffF/FF)
Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Annila Räänta, my little sister, greets me at the door. I promised her that today we would spend the day with my friends, Joy and Bridget. She wanted to meet the friends I had told her so much about and get to see for herself what made these girls so special to me. It was a beautiful day at the end of my summer. Tomorrow, I would go back to my college some four hours away from here and be without Momma and Annie and Joy and Bridget until Thanksgiving or, depending on what Joy and her sister did, winter break.

My sister eagerly taps the top of her head; she wants a bandana to wear like me. I take the girl to my bedroom and open the drawer in which I keep all of my scarves for wearing, and she chooses a bright green one with concentric yellow and green circles. It’s perfect to match her yellow gym shorts and blue t-shirt. She hugs me, of course, as she so frequently does. I love her.

Annie is such a pretty young girl, 7 years my junior but my next younger sibling, half-sibling in blood but full in spirit. The streaks of platinum blonde and brown are a work of beauty that God alone could create. Those blonde streaks are darker than my typical blonde streaks, and my own brown is lighter. Her eyes are so much bluer than mine and I love to stare at them. We are not the same, but we are obviously sisters. We even have matching braids held by scrunchies.

I stand tall and strong in my pink gym shorts and sports bra, having come home from a workout at the gym with my friend Bridget to await Annie’s arrival. We have planned this day as a sort of farewell party for me; Bridget and Joy have taken the day out of work just for me. Friendship is a beautiful thing, I realize now. A tiedye pink, I call it cloudy, bandana headband completes the outfit perfectly alongside pink sneakers and white crew socks. Yes, I have planned for this well.

“Sammy, may we go on our bikes?” she asks me, “I rode my bike here.”
“You want to ride; then we ride. Let’s go, my love. Take the bag. I hope to be mummified.”
“What is mummified?”
“Oh,” I think for a second, “When you’re tied by being wrapped in something.”
“Saran wrap can mummify you then?” she is so curious.
“Yes, and it is much fun, as well,” I thoughtfully answer in a sudden switch to Russian.
“E-N-G-L-I-S-H! This is America, Samantha Evangelina Räänta!” she giggles.
“I am sorry,” I look down as I jump on my bike and feel embarrassment.
“Sammy, you are a sad person. It makes me sad, too. Why do you always frown?”
“I’ve had few reasons to smile in my life. Please, let’s not talk about me.”

We ride our bikes in silence, but Annie is conversing with me, studying me, thinking about me. What is she thinking? Why does she think so much about me? I’m not a good girl; I seduced a boyfriend into sleeping with me. I have a deep interest in TUGs of a very dirty nature. I’m not admirable, am I? Yet, she admires me, and I strive to be of character in front of her lest any breath I take, action I commit, or decision I make damages her soul. I’m too harsh on myself, and I frequently hurt myself by my poor self-image.

She asked for a bandana because I wear bandanas. She loves TUGs because I love TUGs. She wants to go on bike rides with me. She comes to my home and gets tied up by my mother. She asks me for recipe ideas. She worships the ground upon which I walk because…? My mind is stopped because another girl on a bicycle joins us, a girl named Kristina Sjaastad.

“Sammy!” Kristina smiles bright, “Is this your little sister?”
“Yes, yes it is. Annila, meet Kristina Sjaastad, Bridget’s little sister. Kristina, meet Annie, my half-sister and number one worshiper,” I swell with pride. Such sin!
“Annie! Bridget’s told me about you! You sound like a nice girl!” Kristina becomes excited.
“Awww… I have heard about you too. Is it true you play beautiful music?” Annie responds.
“Oh, yeah! I love my cello soooo much!’
“I want to hear you play! Papa loves Yo-Yo Ma very much! I do not play an instrument.”
“OK! Do you have a cell phone? One of us could visit the other.”
“When we’re at Bridget’s house.”

The two have immediately struck up a friendship just based on what they have heard about each other. Such innocence. Such love! They are so trusting of their respective older sisters, and the feeling arises within me that I needn’t worry about Annie. I am… a good influence. Bridget’s a trustworthy person, and she has told her own little sister that I am a girl with whom she can trust the safety of the greatest joy in her own life. Bridgie, I love you so much! How glad I am that we were high school rowing teammates! You have made my life so much better!

I am suddenly happy to be with my sister. I watch them excitedly chatter while we stand in front of the apartment before I remind them why we are here in the first place. They look at me before talking in whispers and pointing at me. Kristina is a girl of 15 years now, and she’s nearly as tall as I am. You will never find her in anything but a skirt, and today her cowgirl style is more than apparent. A pale blue denim ankle skirt that buttons up the side, cowboy boots, a purple and red button-up with short sleeves, and a red bandana headband accompany her pale blonde hair that is in a messy bun held by a plastic hair clip. Golden barrette snap clips hold the bandana in place.

“Sammy, you brought company!” Bridget jumps off the sofa when we enter.
“Here comes the Gangsta Row with an entourage of admirers!” Joy adds in her kindly spirit.
“Bridgie!” Kristina runs into her older sister’s arms.
“Welcome, Annila,” Joy smiles broadly.
“Why does she like calling me Annila?” Annie looks at me with that same joyful curiosity.
“For the same reason she calls me Samantha all the time. It’s her way of saying she loves us.”
“I’d say someone came over here looking to get mummified,” Annie winks at me.

I don’t know what drives Joy to live up to her name in so many ways. She is wearing a bandana just like the one Annie is wearing, only hers is purple with purple circles; it is a kerchief held by two white barrettes just like the ones Kristina used. With it she has a pink t-shirt and a beautiful long purple skirt which comes down to her ankles; pink socks and sneakers are on her feet. Joy practices a different type of faith, one in which her clothes serve as a reminder of who she ought to be.

Bridget Sjaastad is a constant work in progress. She struggles much with her personality flaws; she never gives up. She is happy to see us, especially her little sister. Kristina is the end-all and be-all to Bridget, and she is ready to be tied up. Our collegiate rowing uniform is simply a pair of navy trainers and a navy-and-white horizontally striped tank top. She adds a standard pair of white crew socks, sneakers, and a navy bandana headband head by white barretts to it. Am I a weirdo for using standard hair clips?

“Annie, are a junior Cool Girl yet?” Kristina turns the room against me in an instant.
“There are junior Cool Girls? Sammy hasn’t told me much about Cool Girls,” Annie responds.
“Heh heh um… I might have… never thought of that?” I feel shame and turn away to think, I am such a bad sister.
“Maybe today the little sisters should be in charge of the older ones. Annila?” Joy is smiling.
“Would you girls help me make a Sammy mummy?” her eyes are full of life; I want her to do it.
“Yes, girls, please help her make a Sammy mummy,” I blurt the words I am thinking!
“A Samantha Räänta mummy sounds like fun!” Joy sits and unknots her shoelaces.
“I have been thinking of mummies and stocked up on cling film!” Bridget agrees.

I watch Bridget grab a roll of duct tape and look at her sister and Annie. In an instant, Kristina is hand gagging me, Joy is holding my legs, and Annie is pushing her socks against my mouth. My arms are getting taped up from my hands all the way to my armpits by Bridget. Kristina pinches my nose shut, and I am soon forced to eat Joy’s rancid socks. These are the worst socks on earth, and they are so very humiliating. Worse, the girls seem to have sneaked Bridget’s socks into the mix as well. Humiliation is so good. Annie takes a roll of duct tape to wrap around my face to trap both pairs of socks in my mouth. I count to 8 before she snaps it; good girl!

“MMMMMM!” I groan uselessly while Bridget tapes my arms to my torso to hold me down.
“GMMMPH!” Annie is now taping my thighs, ankles, and knees under Joy’s direction.
“UGGGH!” the socks taste terrible!
“MMMMMMMMMM!” cling film begins wrapping up my already helplessly taped body.
“GMMM!” the film covers everything from my ankles up to my nose.
“GUHHH!” I cannot save myself any longer.

I am a mummy now, a happy mummy. Each girl except Kristina takes a turn giving me a kiss. I am helpless and happy. I love being tied up. Annie loves to tie me and to be tied with me. We are a perfect pair. I am less familiar with Bridget and her sister, but I suspect treachery is going to come in some form.

My captors cannot resist. They begin tickling my feet since they are fully exposed. I am forced to laugh as much as they wish, and I laugh quite giddily when it’s a TUG tickle. I will laugh as much as they desire, and then I will laugh some more. Then, when I’m done laughing, if they all agree to continue, I will howl in pain until the pain is such that I forget the pain. My assailants, I hope, will not stop then but will continue until I am groaning and begging them for mercy.

“Girls, let's leave Samantha for a second,” Joy interrupts this.
“Ohhhhhh, but whyyyyyy?” Annie whines.
“Because,” Joy grabs one of Bridget's clotheslines, “Bridge wants to be roped and then wrapped in the cling film too!”
“I do? I guess I do!” Bridget does a double take and braces herself, “Can you take me down?”
“Like I don't take you down single handedly all the time,” Kristina stands up straight and tall.
“You love your sister, Kristina!” Annie says while looking at me, “I love Sammy!”

Kristina again plays the role of the muscle, but this time Joy is the dominator as she uses the rope to bind Bridget’s crossed wrists behind her back. Annie takes my socks off and gives Bridget an extremely tasty treat. What a groan Bridget makes, but she likes it. She gets a thick wrapping of duct tape just like me. A chest harness, a waist rope, and ropes on her ankles, knees, and thighs keep her down for her mummification.

Cling film is so much fun! Now, Bridget will be a mummy too! This is so much fun! I love you so much Annie, and I’m glad to be a source of so much joy to you! Look at you and Kristina; I think you're already friends. Finally, something truly wonderful is coming about on account of a choice I made, the choice to try being a big sister to Annila despite my misgivings and us having not met until she was 11.

“Mmmmm!” Bridget wails.
“Now, I hate being mummified,” Joy laughs as she looks at us, “Girls, what would you like to do with your big sisters?”
“Joy, shouldn't we make Annie a junior member of the CGC?” Kristina asks.
“I think it's a great idea, but we need three full members to approve of that.”
“Sammy, may I?!” Annie turns to me with hope in her eyes.
“Mmmmm!”
“Yayyy!” Kristina bounces, “Bridgie?!”
“Mmm hmm!” Bridget also nods.

With that agreement, Annila became a junior member of the Cool Girls’ Club. Our captors then make a new decision: Annie and Bridget will tickle one of us, and Joy will spank the other. Wonderful! Spanking is such fun. Momma will not spank me because she sees it as punishment, but she has seen me get spanked by Bridget once or twice.

My sister is a Cool Girl! What does it mean? It means that she loves and cherishes her friends and family, and she loves to express that love by playing TUGs. This is no small vow to make because it is a vow to honor and to respect. My sister has learned to be honorable… by watching me? My question is soon answered just before Annie and Kristina begin to tickle me.

“Annila, you're a lot like Samanatha,” Joy smiles, “That's a good thing! Sammy is a loyal friend, faithful despite her struggles, and always trying so hard to love others.”
“Awwww, thank you, Joy! You live up to your name! Sammy is always worried that she's a bad influence on me, but Papa loves that I spend so much time with her. He says Sammy's the kind of sister everyone wants. Sorry. Wasn't supposed to say that,” Annie blushes.
“Your Papa is right. Think, Samantha made me Orthodox, too. You both have big sisters you’re blessed to have, just like I do. You're more blessed by the age gap, and I’m blessed because my big sister is close to my age.”
“Yeah… Bridgie is my hero,” Kristina plays with Bridget’s hair, “She kept me sane after Mom died.”
“Kristina, Annila,” Joy puts a loving hand on each of them, “You have that in common. You're both blessed by a big sister who showed unquenchable love after you lost your mother.”
“Sammy! I love you so much!” my sister jumps, “Kristina, help me tickle her!”

Commence the tickling! There is only one spot that is accessible, and the girls go right to it like seasoned veterans. My bare feet, from which my socks were taken as part of my disgusting but wonderful gag, are now under attack. Fingers dig into the soft skin of my soles, and it feels so good!

You know what's the best part? Joy’s and Bridget’s socks stuffed into my mouth. I am forced to taste them by the laughter induced by the careful, loving fingers, and they taste so terrible! I do not know why I love it, but I do. It is so humiliating, and they are very rancid indeed. Oh, what a terrible thing, and I am blessed that all who love me, even Momma, humor this strange fetish of mine. Yummy, yummy, yummy.

Kristina pauses momentarily while Annie continues to tickle me. I howl in laughter, and Bridget is getting spanked in the background. A black bandana comes over my eyes, and Kristina knots it very tightly. I am blindfolded now, and that makes everything so much more exciting for me. I am an adventurous girl, and my soft flesh is under continuous assault. Annie, I perhaps am more blessed by you than you are by me; through you, I discover many things about myself.

I laugh and laugh and laugh. Then I laugh and laugh some more. I am laughing because of the assault on my soles, and it's an embrace of my soul. It is beginning to hurt. Annie, continue! I am not in enough pain yet! I wish for you and Kristina to make it hurt even more. To keep me from moving, Kristie and Annie take turns sitting on my tummy. Humiliation is a powerful drug, and I am getting high off it. Then, a brief pause with whispers, and…

SMACK! Joy’s hand assaults my butt.
“Mmmmm!” it takes my breath away.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Aw, Samantha, you like that, don't you?” Joy taunts me about my love of the punishment.
“Mmmmm!” I squirm as much as the mummification will let me.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Mmmmmmm!” I yell, but I taste the simultaneously delicious and disgusting socks instead.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Such delight. You're enjoying yourself, Samantha!” Joy laughs at me in her domineering way.
“Mmm mmm mmmmm!” I rebuke her, but even I cannot understand what I just said.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Twenty-one spanks for a twenty year-old girl. Annila, take your sister back!”

My poor feet resume their torture without a break. Bridget gets no relief, though, because now I am being tickled by Annie alone, and she is being tickled by Kristina alone. I resume laughing; I love laughing in this way. I do not worry about why I have these so-called “kinks” unlike some of my friends who choose to fret about them. My concern is about whether it is good to engage in kinky activity. Based on this experience, it is a good thing.

My lungs begin to hurt from the pain, and the flavors of Bridget and Joy become more terrible as time passes by. I am still laughing, but the laughter is weak. I am mostly howling in pain now, and Bridget is in a similar state. Joy has provided hairbrushes to each tormentor to make things even more torturous for us damsels-in-distress. The brush bristles take over the assault.

Pain will soon give way to agony. I am being driven crazy by the torture. I want to enjoy being a mummy, but this is also amazing. My little sister is so good at this that one could joke God had brought us together just for TUGs. I know that is not true, but our personalities match perfectly.

Yes, it hurts, but it hurts so good! I enjoy the pain of the forced laughter, of the bristles tingling all the nerve endings in my feet, and of the girls controlling me. I am big and strong, and they're small and weak. Now, I am their helpless captive, and they can do as they will to the big, strong rower. There is no response I can make that will earn their mercy except the signals that would end the fun game we are having, and I do not wish to do that. I merely seek to cry out for mercy and be denied it!

The brush explores every groove in the supple skin of my feet, and those grooves are much more sensitive than the flatter skin around them. I cry out and groan, giving myself nasty shots of the socks in my mouth. My soles shoot messages to my lungs, and I squeal into the gag. Such fun is the torture of tickles, but now it is time for it to end.

I am left now in my sweaty encasement. To make it more fun, Joy encases the rest of my body in the cling wrap, leaving only my nose and my braid exposed. Now, it is complete. I’m Sammy the much beloved cling wrap mummy now, taped, gagged, and blindfolded at the hands of Annie and her new friends. It is such a happy note that I think I shall end this tale here. I struggled for 30 minutes and was eventually cut free, but the special parts of this tale have passed.

Annila Räänta, I love you, and I am so glad I am your big sister.

THE END

[milagros317]

You know what's the best part? Joy’s and Bridget’s socks stuffed into my mouth. I am forced to taste them by the laughter induced by the careful, loving fingers, and they taste so terrible! I do not know why I love it, but I do. It is so humiliating, and they are very rancid indeed. Oh, what a terrible thing, and I am blessed that all who love me, even Momma, humor this strange fetish of mine. Yummy, yummy, yummy.

I am so glad to know that I am not the only person who enjoys chewing on sweaty, dirty women's socks while in bondage.

[Caesar73]

That was truly an excellent Tale. The Interactions between the Characters, the binding and gagging with your usual attention to Detail @AlexUSA3 !

[hafnermg]

Excellent story!! Bridget and Samantha are in fine form too!! A good lesson to remember if even a dog will have his day then younger siblings definitely will. Though these older siblings give them out easily lol.

[AlexUSA3]

You know what's the best part? Joy’s and Bridget’s socks stuffed into my mouth. I am forced to taste them by the laughter induced by the careful, loving fingers, and they taste so terrible! I do not know why I love it, but I do. It is so humiliating, and they are very rancid indeed. Oh, what a terrible thing, and I am blessed that all who love me, even Momma, humor this strange fetish of mine. Yummy, yummy, yummy.

I am so glad to know that I am not the only person who enjoys chewing on sweaty, dirty women's socks while in bondage.

Sammy enjoys it very much.

That was truly an excellent Tale. The Interactions between the Characters, the binding and gagging with your usual attention to Detail!

Thanks. I tried to present a story in which the reader felt Sammy's excitement, but I forgot to talk about the cling wrap inevitably making the girls sweat.

Excellent story!! Bridget and Samantha are in fine form too!! A good lesson to remember if even a dog will have his day then younger siblings definitely will. Though these older siblings give them out easily lol.

It's especially easy for the younger siblings to have their day when one of them is Kristina!